Hello and good day! Today I’m continuing on with another character spotlight from my approaching release, The Nameless. I absolutely adore this story and these characters. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. The book follows two brothers on their fae-cursed journey as they start to learn details about the Otherworld and the Fae who stole their names a century ago. You’ve already met the first twin, Chance, now it’s time to meet Lucky.
I think my favorite way I described Lucky is a shooting star. While his brother is methodical and often serious, Lucky is emotionally explosive. He’s always the life of the party, and if there’s no party he makes one. He’s all front man, the guitarist in their three-piece punk band. He’s not the type to dwell on the past or face any demons. He’d rather work the crowd for free drinks until he sails off into oblivion.
Lucky doesn’t take well to sitting still. He’s also the schemer of the two, always looking for ways to take advantage of the situation. If there’s a way for the twins to benefit from the moment, it’s Lucky who will figure out how. He’s charming, enigmatic, and all about the fast life.
The excerpt:
We just finished our set and adrenaline has my whole body buzzing like I just did a huge rail. I’m covered in sweat and my heart is hammering away in my chest. Playing punk music is one of the best outlets I’ve found in all our years for the rage that ebbs and flows damn near constantly. There’s something about bodies writhing and slamming together as a result of music we make. The adoration is a drug that feeds my restless soul.
Behind me, Chance is panting over his drum set, his bare upper body slick from sweat, his chest piece – a variation of the Wheel of Fortune – glaring in full glory. His hair is stuck to his face and neck and I can tell the same euphoria has him in a vice. At least, however fleeting, he can forget his depression.
There, right in the front almost pushed up against the stage, is Becka and her smoking-hot friend. She hasn’t strayed far from him save when he’s been behind his drum set. I swear if he doesn’t take advantage of this opportunity for a little release, I’m gonna call him a fucking idiot for the next hundred years.
The alcohol has been flowing freely, shots from patrons, drinks on the house from the bartenders, such love from a bunch of strangers. We’ve been drinking since we got here but I’m pretty sure I just metabolized most of it, so I don’t even feel drunk. Apparently the owner is here somewhere and I heard a rumor that he sometimes throws exclusive after-parties at his house. If that’s true, I can damn well bet tonight will be one of those times and we’ll be the life of it.
Someone brings a round of beers to us on stage. The excitement of the crowd is palpable. A few young guys are offering to help us break down and pack up. Like I said, so much love.
I know I’m smiling like a demon. There’s no reason to hide it. This is the kind of night I’ll ride until it’s gone. Our next show isn’t for a few more days and, other than getting down to Myrtle Beach by showtime, we have no obligations until then.
I look back to my brother. He’s not smiling, but the fire in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. We won’t sleep until we pass out from exhaustion. He’s got a lot of aggression to release. If he doesn’t fuck it out we’ll probably end up fist fighting.
He twirls a drumstick through his fingers then shoves them both in their holder. He mops his face with the shirt he discarded before we started playing. Then he stands, tosses the shirt onto my amp rather than putting it back on, then stalks past me. He hops off the stage directly beside Becka and she starts talking excitedly.
I laugh wolfishly though no one can hear me. He’s telling himself he’s not going to mess with her, I just know it. I also know, just as he must, that it won’t work. I can already see it. It’s out of his hands.
“The Nameless” will be available through Amazon in paperback and Kindle formats August 1, 2023.
Aj Elmore, Author 