WHAT HIDES WITHIN BLOG TOUR
Author: Jason Parent
Genre: Horror / Suspense / Dark Humor
Publisher: Double Dragon Publishing
Author Website: http://authorjasonparent.com/
Goodreads Link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15828555-what-hides-within
In all of us, there is darkness. In Clive, it’s tangible, and it’s aching to get out.
What Hides Within tells the story of a man held captive by an unknown evil. Clive Menard is a spineless slacker leading an ordinary existence. But when Chester enters his life, it becomes far from ordinary.
A disheveled Clive stands alone in a hospital waiting room. A series of incidences have led him to undergo unnecessary neurosurgery. A voice inside Clive’s head nags him to kill the doctor.
Weeks prior, a murder investigation and an unrelated kayaking excursion set the story’s interlocking events in motion. When a remorseful killer, a bomb-happy psychopath and a mysterious widow spider converge upon Clive, they bring with them destruction and death. Clive must discover who or what is steering his very existence before he, too, is consumed by the carnage around him.
With a driven detective following his every step and a vicious killer hiding within his circle of friends, Clive must walk a narrow and dangerous path, teetering between salvation and damnation. He must confront Chester and his own demons. But is he powerless to overcome them?”
Character Interview – Clive Menard
JP: Greetings, folks. I’m Jason Parent, author of What Hides Within. Tonight, I will be interviewing the star of my novel, Clive Menard.
Great, I got like one guy to applaud. And really, Clive Menard? This guy looks like he hasn’t showered in days . . . smells like it, too. Is he the most interesting guy we could get to interview? Well, he’s seated. Better put on my phony smile.
JP: Welcome, Clive. May I call you Clive?
CM: Last time I checked, that was my name.
JP: Do you have to check often? Just kidding. So tell me, Clive, what’s it like to be the leading man?
CM: In one of your novels? I don’t know. I never really thought about it. What’s Kato Kaelin doing these days? He might have some idea what kind of stardom you’ve brought me.
JP: Ouch! Surely being the protagonist in a novel has some perks.
CM: Yeah, I’m getting laid by supermodels every night.
CM: And protagonist? Doesn’t that mean “good guy?” I never really thought of myself as one of those, either.
JP: Well, you must have done something good in your life, though by the looks of you, you probably don’t do much of anything.
CM: I am what you wrote me to be. Something good? Hmm . . . I’ve beaten all the Resident Evil video games.
JP: That’s something, I suppose. But you’re a little old for video games, aren’t you?
CM: You know what they say: thirty’s the new . . . Yes, he called me old. Yes, I know he’s like the same age as me.
JP: Clive? Who are you talking to?
CM: No, I won’t stab him with my pen. It’s technically not even my pen. I stole it from the green room. Besides, we’re on a national broadcast, for Christ’s sake.
JP: Um, are you okay? Stab who with your pen?
CM: I’m sorry, Jason. What were you saying?
JP: Who were you just talking to?
CM: Was that out loud? I’m sorry. I talk to myself sometimes, since the operation.
JP: Is that how you got that grotesque scar on your head? It looks like someone tried to patch you up the same way you’d mend a rip in your jeans.
CM: That’s not too far from the truth. The doctor said I had a tumor, but when he sawed upon my skull, he didn’t find anything.
I wonder if that includes a brain.
JP: That’s . . . unfortunate?
CM: At least I got a free meal out of it. Hold on a second . . . For the last time, I’m not going to kill him. Why do you always want me to kill people?
JP: I don’t want you to kill anyone.
CM: Did I say that out loud again? Let’s just chalk it up to Tourette’s.
JP: I don’t think that’s quite how Tourette’s works. Why are you standing? Ahhh! What the hell, man? Why the fuck would you stab me with your pen?
CM: I didn’t think you could say “fuck” on this broadcast. And technically, it’s not my pen.
JP: Get out! Just get the hell out of here.
CM: Fine. We’ll leave. We’ll see you later, though.
Why’s he smiling like that? Is that drool? And who’s “we?” Whoever it is, I’m fairly certain I don’t want to see them later.