Theda Black lives at the foot of the Great Smoky Mountains with her husband and two daughters, very close to where she was born. She's been writing and drawing and generally making things up to suit herself for years, and hopes to keep doing so for many more.
They’d met two months ago in Los Angeles—Slater was at the Toxicity Club, busy drowning in a toilet at two in the morning after a ninety minute set and too much liquor and blow. Jonah had fished him out. Jonah wasn't into guys, but Slater was the exception to everything. (M/M)