Release Party ~ Hidden Gem A Hand of Hope

September 26, 2014

Aki’s life is nothing short of miraculous. Thrown out by his family for being both a psi and gay he’s dragged off for experimentation at the concentration camps only to later escape and nearly starve to death in the cruel, unwielding world that the War created. One man offers him a

chance to escape by selling his body and favors to other men as a companion:

hands

Prologue

 

Misaki sucked in a deep, cold breath, wondering when he’d finally die. How long had it been since he’d last eaten? A week, maybe more? He couldn’t remember the taste of food. Even the gruel they got in the concentration camp had been better than nothing. The cold frost of winter covered the streets and made him shiver. Layers of dirty clothes stolen from the trash and other homeless didn’t help. Somehow the wind blew right through him.

He huddled in a doorway in the heart of the City M slums. There had been talk of police enforcement sweeping through, jailing those like him, throwing others out of town. He could hope for jail. It had a roof, heat, and inmates got food. If he hadn’t just escaped the containment camps of the south, he’d have thought anything would be better than this endless cold and gnawing hunger. But really he’d had it much worse.

People wandered by him. Some even paused to stare. Did he look so awful? “Spare some food?” he whispered, not too proud to beg, but knowing well enough not to meet their eyes. A shadow loomed over him, then another joined the first. He should have been afraid, but they could do nothing that hadn’t already been done. Any violence against him now would likely kill him, and he had longed for death for years.

“He’s a child,” one voice said.

“Small, but I bet he’s legal or will be soon. Good bone structure. Could be pretty with some meat on him,” another replied.

“I have people begging to work for me. What do I need of a street urchin starved near to death?”

“A hidden gem. Give me six weeks with him, and he’ll be one of your biggest earners. I did promise when I bought out my contract that I’d find you a comparable replacement.”

“How can you see this as your replacement, Paris? He’s a psi. People will run the second they glimpse those eerie eyes.”

Their banter bounced back and forth like Misaki couldn’t hear them. He squinted to try to make out the figures without blatantly staring at them. One was younger, handsome, dressed up like some sort of dandy or a prince from a storybook. The other stood tall and firm like a soldier. Misaki cringed away from the older man, too many memories of beatings, experiments, and pain.

“You had a brother who was psi, did you not? You once told me he went missing at a young age. How would you feel if the world treated him like this? Left him out here to die like a rat? I plan to put an end to this homelessness in my new job. No matter how the other senators fight me, I will use my own money if I have to. No child should end up like this.” The younger man was speaking. He knelt down, reaching his hand out. “What if I offer you food, shelter, and safety, little one? Would you come with us?”

False promises. Misaki’d had a lot of those. “What do you want me to do?” he whispered, not daring to hope. No more experiments—please, if there was any sort of god or goddess of life and death, there would be no more. He’d go with them anyway, if only to hasten death. Surely it would take him sooner rather than later. He had already endured so much. The pretty man before him could be an angel from the darkest bowels of hell, and Misaki would still go with him. Maybe he could be warm for a few minutes. Or even have the endless ache in his stomach eased by a bit of broth. He could only dream of having someone to hold him again like Hyeon had. Hope was by far the cruelest of emotions.

“My friend here offers contracts for favors. You’ll have food, shelter, security, all the clothes and pretty things you could ever hope for, and all you have to do is work for him. Ease the troubles of others, provide pleasure, and be all they hope to ever attain, even if it’s only for a half an hour.”

“You want me to be a prostitute?” Misaki couldn’t see anyone wanting the battered shell he was, starved, emaciated, ugly. Who would pay for that? And then there was his curse. “I can’t touch people. I see things….”

The older man sighed. “Useless, Paris. If you want a charity case, so be it. But I don’t know how I can use him.”

“Six weeks, Bart. What is your name, child?” the younger man, Paris, asked.

“Misaki. Misaki Itou.” Please take me with you. Or kill me. Anything but leave me in this misery for one more day.

“A shining star indeed. Six weeks, Bart, and you’ll be unable to hide the brightness of this little gem.”

Sometimes all we really need in a time of struggle is a helping hand or an encouraging smile. Often it’s the littlest things that make the biggest difference. I had a lot of help with this book. Not just in those who helped me with research and beta read the book for me, but also those who encouraged me to keep writing through a really hard year.

Who has inspired you lately and how?

 

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8 Responses to “Release Party ~ Hidden Gem A Hand of Hope”

  1. *Dreamer* says:

    The person that inspires me is my mother. She’s been through a lot and she keeps fighting day after day. She keeps teaching me that pain is part of life but we need to look forward.

  2. Christie says:

    To Lissa,

    Congratulations on the newest in your collection of awesomeness! I love your writing and I’m so excited to read this next story.

    xoxo

    Christie

  3. Christie says:

    Oops…forgot to say who I am inspired by…right now I’d have to say Lissa Kasey for helping to break down walls and change people’s perceptions. Thank you and keep up the great work. :)

  4. Andrea M says:

    Sounds nuts but my biggest inspiration these days is reading about books that will soon be released. The first website I check every morning is the DSP Upcoming Products page. I live a very quiet, reclusive life and the books are something to look forward to.

  5. tea58 says:

    My biggest inspiration comes from all the kids/teens I help every day: they fight to survive but there’s always a smile that comes from their hearts.

  6. Kejara says:

    Mine comes from my friend Sarah. She’s very sick but she never let the others see it. “I’m not going to spend my years in a bed, K.!” She growls at me when I tell her to take it easy. I wish I could be as strong as she is.

  7. H.B. says:

    Lately music and movies have been inspiring me. It’s been giving me ideas and just making my imagination run rampant.

  8. alex says:

    I take inspiration from all the books about survivors from the WWII: reading about what they’ve been through makes me grateful for what I have.

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