Earlier this year, Angela reviewed Sutphin Boulevard by Santino Hassell and loved it. She gave the book an “A” rating.
This book is sexy. The love scenes are dirty in all the best ways. It’s quite clear Michael and Nunzio love each other, it just takes awhile for them to figure out that that love has slowly evolved into something deeper.
Today we are revealing the cover for Santino’s latest release, Stygian.
Jeremy has been isolated and adrift since the death of his brother. Most people just see him as the skinny emo kid who wears eyeliner and plays drums. No one gets him. Nobody tries. He thought the indie rock band Stygian would become his anchor, but—lost in their own problems—they’re far from the family he sought.
Still, hoping to get close to Kennedy, the band’s enigmatic guitarist, he follows Stygian to northern Louisiana for a summer retreat. They had planned to spend six weeks focusing on new music but things go awry as soon as they arrive at the long-deserted Caroway mansion. Tempers flare, sexual tension boils over into frustration, and Jeremy turns away from the band to find a friend in his eerily beautiful landlord Hunter Caroway.
Kennedy suspects there’s something off about the creepy mansion and its mysterious owners, but Jeremy thinks he’s finally found somewhere he fits. It isn’t until Kennedy forces the Caroway’s secrets into the light that Jeremy realizes belonging sometimes comes with a price.
Hunter grabbed his wrist and gave it a tug, his thumb pressing hard against the spot where the blue-green veins met at Jeremy’s pulse point.
Jeremy allowed himself to be pulled, but a hand clamped down on his hipbone and guided him backward. He stilled when the skin of his back crushed against someone’s equally bare torso. Without having to look, Jeremy knew it was Kennedy’s hands gripping tight and possessive.
“Where you going?” his voice boomed in Jeremy’s ear.
Excitement zinged through him.
“With me,” Hunter said with icy precision.
“Yeah.” Jeremy attempted to unmold the hand from his side, but Kennedy’s fingers only tightened.
“Why don’t you come with me instead?”
Jeremy twisted to look up at Kennedy. He was glaring at Hunter, and clearly spoiling for a fight.
“Kennedy, what the hell, man?”
“Is he yours?” Hunter’s low voice rumbled out in a growl. “Doesn’t seem like it.”
“It doesn’t matter. He’s not going anywhere with you.”
“What the fuck, Kennedy?” The standoff reeked of impending violence but no one was paying attention. “Look, it’s fine. I’m a big boy. I’m not a piece of jailbait you need to protect.”
Kennedy’s glare turned baleful. “Shut up.”
“Jeremy.” Hunter’s pupils dilated, his irises overcome by the spreading blackness. “Do you want me? Or him?”
For just a beat, Jeremy’s surroundings faded. All he saw was Hunter, and then he was drifting forward. One step, then another, and it was only Kennedy’s touch that snapped him out of the momentary trance.
Jeremy blinked, attempting to clear the fog even as he hyper-focused on the hot breath brushing his ear and the heat coming off Kennedy’s body. One look, one touch, a few short blunt words, and Jeremy was back in Kennedy’s grasp.
Santino is a dedicated gamer, a former fanfic writer, an ASoIaF mega nerd, a Grindr enthusiast, but most of all he is a writer of queer fiction that is heavily influenced by the gritty, urban landscape of New York City, his belief that human relationships are complex and flawed, and his own life experiences.