About the Book
Title: Violence Begets
Author: PT Denys
Genre: YA LGBT Fiction
After a tragic accident devastates his family, 16-year-old Rick St. James starts his junior year of high school without any friends in a suburb of Salt Lake City, Utah. When he meets Kevin Vincent, he’s too distracted by the promise of new friends to see that Kevin has secrets of his own.
Having created an environment where he’s feared and admired by his classmates, Kevin finds pleasure in using his good looks and violence to control and manipulate those around him. Secretly, he cruises the gay club scene, turning tricks to earn money so he can party and get high.
As Rick’s dad becomes increasingly violent and abusive at home, the two form a surprising and volatile trust. In this battle of wills, their precarious friendship will either keep their lives from blowing up around them or possibly light the fuse that will cause the explosion.
PT never imagined she’d actually publish a book. But, the story of Violence Begets… haunted her for over 20 years, and the lives of Kevin and Rick had to be shared.
In addition to writing a sequel, she divides her time between family, work, attending theater and reading.
Above all else she loves being a mother to 2 amazing daughters (a teenager and a baby).
PT believes that no one deserves to be intentionally hurt (physically or emotionally) by another. She also believes that behind nearly every bully is a story.
Dirk’s bar smelled like a fucking casino, like a goddamn stale ashtray. I sat at the back in my usual spot. Slouched on a bar stool at a high table between the pool tables and the john. I waited. It wasn’t long; it never was, before a guy approached me. He could’ve been 20 or 40 years old, fuck if I cared. He paused in front of me.
I cocked an eyebrow. He nodded subtly and disappeared. I smashed out my smoke, knocked back a shot of Wild Turkey and followed him. The dented and faded bathroom stall locked behind me and his hands grabbed my ass, pulling me towards him.
“What’s it you’re lookin’ for?” I hummed into his neck.
I expertly snapped the button open on his jeans and went to work. I knew I only had to get a few more guys off to get the money I needed. With my good looks and talent it wouldn’t take long. Shit, most guys at Dirk’s dreamt about someone like me and it wasn’t often they got the opportunity to make their dreams come true. The man above me fisted his hand into my charcoal black hair, yanking hard and thrusting as he came.
I stood slowly; brushing my thumb gently across my lips then wrapped my mouth around the tip, sucking softly. His eyes took me in hungrily. I let him linger on my chiseled features, tight athletic body in a long sleeve tight black shirt, always black. I had it going on, pure muscle that came from fighting, not lankly and skinny like most guys my age and an ass that made men cream themselves. God, even I’d pay for the opportunity to be with me and I didn’t pay for shit. I offered him a half smile and a shy look to close the deal. Like taking candy from a baby, I thought as I left to rope in my next trick.
Blood covered everything. I could see a crumpled body lying on the street…
… The flash of red lights colored the black sky. I looked into the face of a young paramedic.
“Son, do you remember what happened?”
I tried to understand him but couldn’t. I blinked several times before I finally pushed out the questions racing through my head. “Where is he? Where’s my brother? Where‘s Jason?” Something wasn’t right.
“Was there anyone else in the car with you?” He asked in response.
“Jason. He was with me. What’s going on?”…
…I woke up in the hospital. Someone said my dad was on his way…
…A silhouetted figure stood in the doorway, head fallen, my dad didn’t enter the room…
“What happened? Where am I? Where’s Jason?” Why wouldn’t anyone tell me what was going on? …
…. The sun felt hot on my face and my black suit jacket absorbed the heat. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back. I stared at the thick blades of grass between my dress shoes. High school girls I didn’t know cried hysterically around me. I didn’t cry. Neither did my dad…
I jolted awake, my eyes fighting to adjust to the darkness. I rubbed at them, trying to make sense of my surroundings. There wasn’t anything on the walls and there were boxes everywhere. Recognition settled in and I curled back into my blankets. Gripping my pillow to me, I rolled over and let the tears come.Links
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