Today’s stop for Fifty Shades of YA Boys is with the dark and dreamy Haden Black from Falling Under and Dreaming Awake by Gwen Hayes. Gwen has provided us with an exclusive, all-new scene written from Haden’s point of view. Haden seems just absolutely swoon-worthy. Want to know what we thought of the series? Read our reviews for Falling Under and Dreaming Awake.
Thanks to Penguin/NAL one lucky winner will receive a finished copy of Falling Under. As always, the details are listed at the end of the post.
Gwen Hayes lives in the Pacific Northwest with her real life hero, their children, and the pets that own them. She writes stories for teen and adult readers about love, angst, and saving the world.
Gwen’s first novel, Falling Under, was released in March of 2011 by NAL/Penguin and followed up by the sequel, Dreaming Awake, in January of 2012.
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When I was first contacted to participate in Fifty Shades of YA Boys, I thought it was fun idea. That was before I tried to wrangle a guest post from Haden Black. He’s sexy, he knows it, but he’s not telling.
So, how do you get a broody boy who wears cravats and top hats….and black nail polish….to reveal things about himself? You write him a new scene.
The following is an original scene written exclusively for this promotion. It takes place near the beginning of Falling Under, when Theia first travels to Under. Only this time, it’s written from Haden’s POV. Please enjoy.
Exclusive, All-New Scene
Even as I opened the gateway to her dreams with giddy anticipation, I felt sick with the knowledge that I could harm her. I just needed to see her so badly, needed her to see me here, where I belong. I couldn’t predict how she would react—no man, not even me, has that power when it comes to females and their uncharted emotions—but I couldn’t quell my desire. Not for her, not for her reaction.
I hadn’t forced her to come. She was here of her own accord, perhaps only to appease her curiosity, but here nonetheless. Perhaps she felt the thread that bound us together as much as I did.
As the veil between our worlds separated, my heart leapt to my throat. Would she see my world as beautiful? Or would it scare her as it should? She’d never know how I fussed with my wardrobe this night, casting off and discarding outfits all the while mocking myself for being so insecure and stupid. I’d settled on the grey suit with tails not because it was fashionable, since it was from an era before she was even born, but because I knew Theia had never seen a man dressed so, and I was unbearably driven to impress her, despite myself.
I’d never had to try with women before. They were drawn to me by design, drawn to the very things that made me dangerous to them. But it was different with Theia. Everything was different with Theia.
I surveyed the scene as she I felt her draw nearer, aware that she struggled with her own fears and strange desires that led her to my web. The gazebo was alit with candles, the quartet played their moody tune to perfection, and the stage was set to introduce my life to hers.
Then, all at once, she had arrived.
I watched her for a moment, noticing the way the candlelight danced off her curls, how her thin nightgown cast her as the innocent virgin in my macabre fantasy. Her confusion sparked the demon in me, reminding me that she wasn’t safe from me as I relished the chaotic feelings she fought. I fed for a moment on just the mere scent of her essence. So sweet. So forbidden.
The only thing that stopped me from devouring her was the human inside my monster.
I spoke. “I’d always hoped you’d come, but I didn’t dare expect you.”
She whirled towards me, and I bowed deeply, the way men used to when showing respect to women.
“Theia.” Her name was like a prayer on my lips.
“Who are you?” she asked. Even the sound of her voice soothed something deep inside me.
“I’m so happy you’ve come,” I answered without answering her question. “Now the celebration can commence.”
I clapped my hands twice, and the spans of green grass surrounding the gazebo ignited instantly with candelabras and torches, illuminating the party in progress. Tables sheeted in red and black cloths were laden with food and drink. The revelers, costumed in silk and lace, smiled garishly at each other and carried on muted conversations without moving their lips, their faces made up like lurid clowns. Someone thrust a pewter goblet of wine into her hands.
She gasped at the orchestra when she realized that in all their finery, they still lacked human faces…or any faces at all. “What is happening?” she asked.
“You look lovely.” I didn’t mean to be so evasive. Well, perhaps I did. Keeping her on her toes felt right somehow.
Instead of screaming, or fainting, or any normal thing I’d have expected, she said merely, “Thank you.”
Hope that should not be born and desire that could never fruit. That’s what we were. The pain and the longing were only just beginning for us both. I smiled at her then, deciding she’d had enough of my world for one night.
I had my answer.
Her fingers relaxed on the stem of the goblet and it slipped through her hands. In slow motion, the cup fell to the ground, spilling blood red liquid throughout its descent.
“Sleep well,” I whispered to her, though she wouldn’t have heard me. “Don’t fall too far Under.”
Fill in the blank:
NOBODY KNOWS I AM: A closet Alanis Morrisette fan. Good God, don’t let Donny ever find out.
I WISH I COULD STOP: Fighting who I am all the time. It would be nice to fully accept myself, good and bad.
I’M A SUCKER FOR: Obviously, for anything Theia says or does, but if I can make her blush, that’s the best.
A GOOD TIME FOR ME IS: Spending time with Theia and our friends. The simpler the activity, the better. The best times are when we are just hanging out. I never thought I’d be able to do that. It’s a gift she’s given me, to bring me into her circle. Also, taking my truck out stumping.
NOBODY WOULD BELIEVE ME IF THEY SAW ME: Picking out my clothes. I’m so much worse than a girl. So much. I would lose all guy cred if anyone saw how many times I change my outfit before I leave in the morning.
I’D REALLY RATHER: Not go to school. It’s annoying how wrong the textbooks are most of the time.
THE FIRST THING I DO IN THE MORNING IS: Think of Theia.
KILL / FRAK / MARRY:
1. Katy Perry: Marry. She’s hot but she also seems fun and doesn’t take life too seriously.
2. Ke$ha: Kill. Honestly, anything to get her off the airwaves.
3. Halle Berry: Frak. She’s smoking hot, but she seems like she has an icy-cold side. I got enough of this growing up.
This giveaway is provided by Penguin/NAL
One lucky winner will win a copy of Falling Under by Gwen Hayes
Available March 1, 2011 from Penguin/NAL
About this Book:
Theia Alderson has always led a sheltered life in the small California town of Serendipity Falls. But when a devastatingly handsome boy appears in the halls of her school, Theia knows she’s seen Haden before- not around town, but in her dreams.
As the Haden of both the night and the day beckons her closer one moment and pushes her away the next, the only thing Theia knows for sure is that the incredible pull she feels towards him is stronger than her fear.
And when she discovers what Haden truly is, Theia’s not sure if she wants to resist him, even if the cost is her soul.
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