This is six sentences from my upcoming novel Feed, Prey, Love. Talib is lonely and doubtful that he will ever find love.

Talib laughed and followed Purvis into the building. It wasn’t often that he allowed anyone to fix him up, but something in Purvis’s excitement tugged at the one emotion he tried to suppress at all times…hope. It seemed each time he believed he could actually find someone who wanted him, and not just his body, he was always let down. But beneath his fear, Talib did hope that there was someone out there for him.

Following Purvis into the building, his mood to lightened, despite his misgivings of actually meeting someone who could fill the void that had been consuming him for nearly a century. Maybe this time would be different.