Welcome to Swoon Sunday where you get to meet some of our swoon-worthy heroes. Today we have a visit from Hector from The November Girl by Lydia Kang!
Hector, why don’t you describe yourself to us.
Tall, around six feet, slim but not scrawny, biracial black and Korean, medium brown skin, black wavy hair cut short.
What’s your profession?
“Trying Not To Get In More Trouble”; High school student.
Do you have a special skill?
Apparently, I know how to survive on a deserted island and not die. For now.
What is your biggest dream/wish/desire?
To have the audacity to live without fear of violence in my life.
What’s your biggest regret?
Not figuring how to talk to my mom more. She’s in Korea.
What’s your favorite dessert/food?
Anything with sugar. Lately, it’s chocolate, particularly when Anda has it smeared on the edge of her mouth.
What’s your favorite pastime/hobby?
Not getting in trouble?
What would be your idea of an ideal vacation?
Being 18. Finally.
Describe the craziest thing you have done.
Going to Isle Royale. No joke, it was ridiculous and brilliant at the same time.
Who is your idol?
Anda. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her; she just is.
What is the one thing that no one knows or could never guess about you?
That I’m not eighteen. I look older than I am. Also, that I’m really nervous around girls but I come off as moody and silent.
Froot Loops or Lucky Charms (or both)?
Both. Milk is not necessary.
Chunky peanut butter or smooth?
Both. I’m not picky.
What is your biggest pet peeve?
People who ask how you are when they really, really don’t care.
Favorite fictional character?
That dude in The Martian. And Jason Bourne.
Liked this interview with Hector? Then check out a swoony moment between him and Anda:
She drags the razor up my neck, against the angle between my neck and chin, and then over the sharp-angled jawbone. Scrape after scrape, sweep after sweep. Swishing it in the water between strokes, like I showed her. I’m surprised at how good she is at this and how nervous she isn’t. She keeps going until it’s all done. I wipe down my face and neck with a damp towel. When I take it away, I see a tiny red dot.
“Oh! I did cut you,” she says sorrowfully, and leans in to see the damage.
I feel the tiny sting on my neck, just next to my Adam’s apple. “It’s nothing. I’ll just—oh hell.”
Anda’s leaned forward and has her mouth on my neck, her tongue gently probing the area where the nick is. She licks at it the way a child would gently suck a paper cut. It sends ripples of feeling through my chest down to my toes and I grasp her shoulders.
I want to push her away.
I want her never to stop.
Her hands slither up my chest and capture my neck, thumbs at the angles of my jaw on either side. I manage to push her away, just enough to see her eyes—dilated on a circlet of steel gray. I’m afraid she might just tear my jugular wide open and have a bowlful.
“Hector. Don’t be afraid.” Her eyes drop to my lips.
“Okay,” I lie. Because I’m terrified of what she could do to me. Of what she is doing, right now. And it has nothing to do with death, or blood. Or even this stupid body.
She could tear me to pieces for all I care.
And with that, I close the distance between us and kiss her.
About The November Girl:
Rumor Mora fears two things: hellhounds too strong for him to kill, and failure. Jude Welton has two dreams: for humans to stop killing monsters, and for his strange abilities to vanish.
But in no reality should a boy raised to love monsters fall for a boy raised to kill them.
Nyx Llorca keeps two secrets: the moon speaks to her, and she’s in love with Dahlia, her best friend. Braeden Tennant wants two things: to get out from his mother’s shadow, and to unlearn Epsilon’s darkest secret.
They’ll both have to commit treason to find the truth.
During one twenty-seven-hour night, if they can’t stop the war between the colonies and the monsters from becoming a war of extinction, the things they wish for will never come true, and the things they fear will be all that’s left.
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