Hiya, the second edition of The Beast from Bodmin Moor is available now. With all its chapters ‘n’ everything. 🙄 😳 I’m so sorry about the mishap. I really hope you enjoy (all of) it.
Hiya, the second edition of The Beast from Bodmin Moor is available now. With all its chapters ‘n’ everything. 🙄 😳 I’m so sorry about the mishap. I really hope you enjoy (all of) it.
Hello…I do so hope you’re well 💙
I’ve pressed ‘publish’ for the Beast, so it should be released sometime soon. I’ll make it free for five days as soon as it goes live (it’ll come into effect after midnight), but it’s still ‘in review’ so I’m hoping it will be out in time for it to be free from the 10-14th.
I’ve had to take it down here, I’m sorry, in order to make it available on KU but it will always be there to read for free.
Thank you so much for reading along, I may never have finished it without you 💙
My release blitz with Gay Book Promotions starts on the 9th, so thank you, truly, to the lovely Lily for hosting my tour.
Today’s guest is Lily G. Blunt, one of my favourite writers, with her new anthology of short stories; the wonderful ‘You’re My Everything’.
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Title: You’re My Everything
Author: Lily G. Blunt
Cover Design: Jay Aheer at Simply Defined Art
Genres: contemporary, gay romance, short story anthology
Length: 52 000 words/172 pages
Release Date: March 29, 2018
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‘I never felt the need to look at another man. He was my first and last. He was my soulmate and would be for all eternity…’
I could scarce wait for the habitually tardy Jasper to turn up for his annual dinner date, so eager was I to meet the man Nathan adored. Then…Bam. My eyeballs nearly plopped on my laptop, my jaw dropped and I went all hot ‘n’ cold. I sort of sat, running the story through my mind, wondering where I’d gone awry or misread, missed something I should have seen. Of course I had. Plenty, but I’d overlooked it; too invested in their relationship and eager for Jasper to arrive to note the nuances so skilfully weaved into the words. This is the best opening story of an anthology I’ve ever read, it’s exquisite. I adored it.
The second story ‘Over the Rainbow’ made for a lovely contrast. A much welcome, lighthearted read in comparison, it was the perfect palette cleanser. I instantly warmed to both characters and enjoyed them enormously. Dorian and Mark are professional, urbane men, who couldn’t be more different from Andreas and Chris in ‘Opposites Attract’ Theirs is a far more quirky coupling. Chris is an extroverted adventurer and Andreas, an introverted homebody, happiest amidst the things he treasures. Both have many frailties, despite the fact Chris seems so…sorted. It takes a bit of a mishap in a winter wilderness for his truths to surface…and for Andreas and Chris to find their way back to one another. In every sense.
‘You Can’t Stop Loving Someone Like That’…is a less conventional love story, with a twist I’d now become a mite more prepared for. These stories delighted in taking a turn I hadn’t expected and, true to form, this one didn’t disappoint. While I couldn’t applaud Corey’s choices, they felt oh, so human, fallible. His journey followed the beat of its own drum and I enjoyed that fact. I’m fond of stories that have the courage to do their own thing and eschew a few conventions along the way.
‘Service With A Smile’. Phew… changing rooms should clearly come equipped with fans. Terry and Ash were an utter delight…as was the twist to their tale. Luscious.
‘Happy Anniversary Jasper’ made for such a memorable opener, I realised what I was about to be treated to in the very first sentence of ‘Without You’. I couldn’t have been more chuffed; it is an inspired conclusion to this anthology. An unexpected but exceedingly welcome way to round off an excellent collection of stories. Masterfully done, I loved it.
A Collection of Contemporary Gay Romance Stories from Lily G Blunt.
Six love stories.
Some sweet, some steamy, and one or two will bring a tear to the eye.
Happy Anniversary, Jasper
As Nathan waits for Jasper in a restaurant to celebrate their tenth anniversary, he recollects their past and some of the passionate moments he has experienced with the love of his life.
A heart-breaking yet erotic tale of love, romance and destiny.
Over the Rainbow
Dorian has been cast as Dorothy in his school’s production of The Wizard of Oz.
Like his character, Dorian is about to discover whether dreams really do come true.
Chris and Andreas are opposites in character. Both fear the other wants to move on.
Can being stranded on a mountainside resolve the doubt that is threatening to tear them apart?
You Can’t Stop Loving Someone Just Like That
Despite being besotted for years with Jack, Corey finds himself falling in love with Pierre, a foreign exchange student, who is staying at his home over the summer vacation. Up to this point, Jack has shown no sign that he was gay or that he wanted Corey as anything other than a friend. It is only when he sees Corey and Pierre together that Jack wishes he had acted sooner.
Service with a Smile
Terry visits a men’s designer boutique, and Ash gives him service with a smile…
Jasper is struggling to move on with his life without Nathan by his side. If only he could touch his lover one more time…
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, JASPER
JASPER AND I first became friends at school. He moved into the area when he was thirteen and, as he was shy, I took him under my wing to protect him from the school bullies. No one dared mess with Nathan Collins and his gang. We hit it off straight away and became best buddies within a matter of weeks. The other lads, especially Kieran and Jack, were pissed off at first, but what could they say? Jasper became part of our clique, and there was nothing they could do about it. Well, they could take a hike, but I knew they wouldn’t do that.
Sometimes, it would be a group of us hanging out, but more often, it became just the two of us. We completed our homework together in our bedrooms, spent weekends in the woods hiking, or camping out in the summer months. We did everything together. Hell, we even volunteered to sweep up the autumn leaves for our parents so we could spend an afternoon with each other. Nothing could separate us. We remained friends at school for the next five years. We didn’t want or need girlfriends. We never argued. We never fell out. We just wanted to spend time together.
There were whispers, of course, but I ignored them. I knew there was nothing funny going on between us—we were best buddies. Jasper surprised me when he punched Kieran on the nose because of some snide comment he’d made. Luckily, Kieran didn’t snitch on Jasper to the headmaster. He claimed he’d bumped his nose during basketball training. However, there were no more mutterings about us from that day onwards.
We were seventeen before we had our first major disagreement. Jasper wanted to go out with a crowd of students to celebrate the end of the school year. I wanted the two of us to go to the cinema. Sulkily, I said I’d give the evening a miss. I could see he was cross with me, but he let it go without saying another word.
In the end, nearly everyone backed out for one reason or another, so it was just Jasper and Sean who planned to go alone to a pizza restaurant. I don’t know why I did it, but I decided to call another friend, Carlton, at the last minute to see if he wanted to go to the cinema with me. As luck would have it, Jasper and Sean decided to go to the cinema after their meal as well. I didn’t realise until much later that they were sitting about ten rows behind us all night.
After dropping Carlton off, I pulled into my driveway and saw Jasper waiting for me in his car. I could tell by his face he was seething but didn’t understand why. He got out and slammed the door shut before marching over to me.
“Did you have a good night?” He stared intently at me.
Puzzled, I said, “Yes, did you?”
He didn’t answer me as we made our way into my house. My parents were out, so we took some cans of soda from the fridge and headed to my room.
“So, Carlton’s your best buddy now, then?” His face settled into a nasty sneer. This was totally unlike Jasper.
“Err… no, I just went to see a movie with him. Anyway, you went out with Sean,” I hurled back at him. We were jealous, but at the time, we didn’t know what we were feeling.
I slammed the door. Jasper let out a sob, which startled me. Until that point, I thought he was angry with me. I’d never seen him cry before.
“Jasper, what’s the matter?” I moved nearer to him. He turned from me, shaking his head, and I assumed he was going to leave.
“Don’t go.” I reached out to him.
“Why? What do you care?”
Putting my hand on his shoulder, I eased him around and managed to pull him close. His head rested on my shoulder, and he held me against his body. We stayed like that for some time, neither of us saying anything or moving. It felt so good; I didn’t want him to pull away.
I felt a slight tickle on my neck at first, moving up towards my jaw before I realised what was happening. Jasper tilted his face towards mine. His lips brushed over my skin, leaving a seemingly scorching trail towards my mouth. He pulled back. His stormy blue eyes locked with mine, asking, pleading, questioning. I wasn’t sure exactly what he was asking, but I nodded, and his lips met mine hesitantly for a second or two. Pulling away slightly, he smiled before our lips connected again. This time it was for longer. It felt so right.
Jasper groaned. Our kiss deepened. The tip of his tongue sought entrance to my mouth, and I parted my lips to welcome him. My first kiss and one I will never forget. As our kissing became less awkward, our hands and hips moved, pulling each other closer. Soon we were panting. Our excitement rose as we crushed our bodies together.
Lily G. Blunt enjoys writing contemporary gay romance and paranormal stories. She loves to explore the relationship between two or more men and the intensity of their physical and emotional attraction. Angst often features in her stories as she feels this demonstrates the depth of feeling for each other. Lily is forever writing imaginary scenes and plots in her head, but only a few ever make it to the page.
Lily launched Gay Book Promotions, an online book promotion service for authors of LGBT+ romance and fiction, in 2017.
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My week has been blessed with books that have made the mayhem bearable. This is the second of those; the latest release by Quin Perin, the fabulous ‘Like Father, Like Son’.
Book Title: Like Father, Like Son
Author and Publisher: Quin Perin
Release Date: March 19, 2020
Genre/s: Taboo erotica
Trope/s: Enemies to lovers
Themes: Father/Son erotica
Heat Rating: 5 flames
Length: 56 000 words/ 180 pages
It is a standalone story.
Buy Links – Available on Kindle Unlimited
When the lines blur
Surprise, it’s a boy!
I never wanted to know him.
Never even suspected his existence. But once I knew, I had to see him. Had to see if it was true.
He has your eyes, your hair, your dimples.
Timothee is everything I used to be, full of life, full of joy. He’s also a sassy little sh*t.
He has me wrapped around his fingers, so damn easily.
My son? He’s trouble.
What we share is all kinds of wrong, even if it feels oh so right.
***LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON is a forbidden love romance, full of snark and kink. Please heed warning at the beginning of the book.
When he bent over the pool table, cue perched between his fingers, I positioned myself right next to Tim, my cue resting between my feet, tip pointing up. “You gotta go a little to the left,” I said and nudged him there. Tim shifted willingly, chest to the table, arms outstretched. “Aim for the ball in the middle, then touch it softly,” I added while I tried to keep my eyes from making a detour down his back to where his pants stretched tightly over his ass.
He made his move, which made the ball jump in the right direction but missed its aim completely. “You didn’t do it softly like I said.” Tim straightened up and smirked impishly.
“Next time I tell you to go softly, will you?” he asked.
I scoffed and, in a few, quick strides, rounded the table. Tim kept his smirk in place, gliding his hand up and down the cue so slowly it looked like he was stroking something else. God, this kid…
I bent over, hit the ball exactly how I’d showed him, and watched it pluck into the far right pocket. “That’s how it’s done,” I told him. Tim mimicked me childishly, waiting for me to continue. Someone approached him.
“Ohh, Dev, who’s this pretty little thing? Are you picking up whores from schools now?” Jason. I clenched my jaw as Tim whipped around and faced the man. Heavily tattooed, even more than me, blond hair pulled into a bun, and just as tall as Tim.
“Mind your fucking business,” I snapped while Jason studied my son’s face intently. Tim didn’t move. He just stood there staring at the man as Jason drew a thumb over his jaw. “Don’t touch him,” I snarled.
“Or what?” Jason lilted, his tone dripping with innocence. His father was Steven, the man who’d bailed me out of prison nearly two decades ago. Jason was younger than me, in his late twenties, and he had that bad boy charm that always had us on edge around each other. I hated him; he hated me. For various reasons. But for one in particular: his I-am-everything-and-you-are-nothing attitude.
“Or I’ll make you regret it,” I threatened, placing the cue on the table and stepping closer to them. Tim slowly emerged out of his trance, his eyes hooded when Jason flicked his thumb across his chin. Two men stood behind him, sipping beers, guns attached to their belts. The usual.
Jason dropped his hand, the chains around his wrist jingling, and hooked one finger in a belt loop of Tim’s jeans. “How much did you pay for him?”
I drew forward, grabbed Tim by his arm, and yanked him in my direction. “Don’t touch what isn’t yours,” I growled from between my teeth, fingers clenching around Tim’s biceps.
“Oh, so I was right?” Jason asked cheerfully. His lips curled into a smirk. The scar—from a fight I’d witnessed years ago—running from his right eye over his cheek turned his expression even more sinister, and it drove me crazy. It always did. I eased my hand off Tim’s arm and narrowed my eyes. “He looks delicious. Wanna play? Winner gets all.” That smirk broadened into a full-on grin. Jason was a good player, but this wasn’t like him. If he played, he played with guns, and death was on the table. Not some boy. Not my son.
“I wanna play.” A voice piped up from beside me, and I flicked my eyes in Tim’s direction. His eyes were dark and determined. “Winner gets all.”
“Oh.” Jason grinned, turning to Tim. “Why don’t we save everyone a lot of time and you just come home with me right now, huh?”
Tim smiled—fucking smiled. “You win, I go home with you, no charge. We win, you’ll leave us the hell alone and get out of the bar.”
As a pair of genre rebels, Quin and Perin—from the US and Germany—are constantly maneuvering time zones and plot bunnies to whip up Gay Novels. Expect plenty of heat and elevated smut. With a dash of drama, a pinch of sweet, and a hefty amount of kink on the side, they serve up stories that will leave you full and satisfied.
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When I discovered that Addison Albright was releasing a new novel I could scarce wait to get my sticky mitts on it. I’m so chuffed I did…and managed to snag the last spot on her Release Blitz Tour with OWI for this fabulous MM time travel romance 🥰
Please read on for my review and an exclusive interview with Addison on the subject of ‘stakes’ in When Are You?
They have to find him…but how?
A former member of an elite military special forces unit, Leo Bailey can handle anything life throws at him. Except maybe approaching a certain gorgeous, purple mohawk-wearing, heavily pierced artist. Not without his three eye-rolling wingmen along to push him in the right direction.
One look at the mouthwateringly muscled, military buzzcut-sporting man with the endearing blush, and Vincent Noland is in love. Or at least in lust. Love comes later. Then marriage…and sweet, adorable Oscar.
Life is perfect—the stuff of fairy tale happily ever afters—except for Arthur Fletcher, whose unsettling reactions to them threaten to upset the happy balance of their lives. But it isn’t Arthur who throws their lives into turmoil.
A freak event causes Oscar to go missing and leaves both men frantic to rescue their son. As they piece together the clues, they discover that Oscar isn’t somewhere. He’s somewhen. And Arthur Fletcher holds the key—or rather the glass beads—to their one chance of finding Oscar.
Will Leo’s training, Vinnie’s determination, and Arthur’s knowledge help them rescue Oscar, or is the little boy doomed to spend the rest of his life at the mercy of a primitive civilization? Could there be a third possibility?
When Are You? is a fantastic time travel tale that brought about a minor miracle: making sense to a brain that belongs at the back of the class, doodling on a desk as science takes a swift trip through one ear and out the other.
How wonderful it was not being clobbered by concepts I didn’t have a hope in hell of understanding. Instead, I found myself treated to a story that made time travel seem a reasonable proposition, and a tear in the air, as credible as lightning. A feat my utter lack of left brain was convinced could only be pulled off by the twinkle in David Tennant’s eyes.
This is Addison Albright’s first novel-length release since the fabulous To Love and To Cherish, one of my very favourite reads. The trilogy it completes is a brilliant, beautifully written castaway tale in which Addison’s incredible attention to detail and charming characters craft a story as fresh as it is captivating.
Thus, I was thrilled that she was again dipping her toe into waters she excels at. A world away from formulaic; Addison takes a trope and makes it her own with a unique tweak that reinvents a well-worn wheel. It was a delight to discover that in Where Are You? she has done it again…with utmost aplomb.
We are introduced to Leo and Vinnie on the day they meet, an irresistible encounter complete with incorrigible wingmen who all-but frogmarch Leo into Vinnie’s life. I was charmed from the first chapter: a superb introduction to our characters, the spark that flares between them and an insight into what makes them tick.
Although there is romance inherent in the depth of their love, this isn’t a ‘romance’. It’s an enthralling story about an established relationship that explores the boundlessness of unconditional love. Encapsulated by time travel. I loved it.
Thank you so much, Zakarrie, for having me here and helping me celebrate the release of my new novel on your fabulous blog!
It’s a pleasure. Always.🥰 Thank you for being here…and particularly for pulling on your big girl panties to tackle those tricksy blog post questions… 😁
I came across a post, titled “” after ”When Are You?” was already submitted/contracted/scheduled. I was a bit reluctant to click the link since it was too late to make any significant changes to my story.
But I put on my big-girl panties and clicked anyway, because I was pretty sure the stakes in my story were high enough to pass any test. I did already understand the concept of needing some kind of stakes in the story, even though I hadn’t come across this specific checklist before.
Here are the six questions the blog post posed, and my answers:
If the protagonist fails, what happens? Something bad must happen if the protagonist fails to achieve their goal.
First, let me explain the “mission” our protagonists are facing. Leo and Vinnie were minding their own business, living the happy life, when they unwittingly ran through a rift in time (although they didn’t know that’s what it was while it was happening). Their young son, Oscar, is with them. In the mad scramble to backtrack through the portal, Oscar (and all but the handlebar of his stroller) gets left behind. They are cut off when the portal closes.
Most people think Oscar died in some kind of freak anomaly, but Leo and Vinnie know they were cut off from him, and Oscar was alive and well at that moment. So, their first goal is to rescue Oscar from “where”-ever he his.
Eventually they put together enough clues to figure out that Oscar isn’t somewhere, he’s somewhen, and not everything that was “supposed” to be left behind, was. They also figure out that due to how very long ago the rift opened at the other end, the butterfly effect could change literally everyone and everything in the country—and maybe the world—if they don’t succeed (meaning, if events don’t unfold precisely as the evidence indicates they already did). The fact they haven’t been zapped from existence tells them the timeline has not yet veered from course, and therefore the portal must reopen, and they will have their chance to rescue their son.
Is this the worst thing that can happen to the protagonist?
Yes. Even if the stakes were only about rescuing their son without any butterfly effect considerations, they consider not taking the risks inherent in their mission to be worse than everything they might give up if they become stuck there with Oscar.
But the stakes are indeed higher than that. If Leo and Vinnie decided not to try, and they missed the portal’s reopening, then they, Oscar, and everyone they know and love would likely all cease to exist.
Are the stakes tangible? Will an actual action happen if the protagonist fails to achieve his goal?
Yes. Although I suppose it could be argued that if you ceased to exist, you would no longer have any skin in the game.
Are the stakes worth fighting for? The protagonist can’t be ambivalent to the stakes.
Hell yes. Leo and Vinnie are grief-stricken to the point they’re going through with their plan for Oscar’s sake. The butterfly effect stakes are just a bonus consideration to them.
Who else cares about the stakes? If only the protagonist cares, the stakes may be too small. Stakes cannot be inconsequential.
A certain archeologist who knew (generally) what would happen before it happened, was terrified enough of the potential consequences of not letting everything unfold as he knew they must, that he fought against his ethical inclinations to forewarn the family. Otherwise, only friends whom Leo needs to help him prepare the rescue mission are shown the evidence to convince them of its reality. They don’t want to risk the timeline by informing the masses. But I’m pretty sure that anyone who knew and believed would very much care about the stakes.
If your protagonist succeeds, do they save the day? Avoiding the stakes must feel like a giant victory!
Yes, succeeding would save the day. And of course, they absolutely save the day…or rather the millennia. I can promise an HEA, but I can’t really share the details without getting too spoilery.
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They reached the quivering wall of air and rushed through it to the sound of the old woman on the bench screaming as their shoes found purchase on the park’s pervious rubber pathway, and they surged forward…then tumbled headlong onto the surface as the counterweight they’d been pulling vanished.
Leo grunted as his forearms scraped along the path. He stared uncomprehendingly at the stroller’s handlebar, still clutched in one hand. The handlebar and about six inches of pole on either side ending with a clean cut.
Leo gaped, unblinking and breathing heavily, at the path behind them. The wavering air…it was gone. The air was normal.
The woman hadn’t stopped screaming. Vinnie was panting—hyperventilating?—and snatching at bits of light green fabric that matched the stroller’s canopy.
“Oscar?” Leo’s voice came out in a squeak. Louder, he repeated, “Oscar?” He sat up and scanned the area. An unrelenting hand clutched his heart. Squeezed it. Squelched it. Liquified it. Oscar was gone. The entire stroller, other than the handlebar, was…gone.
Leo shoved his sunglasses to the top of his head. His breath caught in his throat, and he looked around again. He shouted, “Oscar!”
“No, no, no, no…” Vinnie chanted as he stumbled to his feet and spun around, fruitlessly looking everywhere…anywhere. He snatched another bit of green fabric floating on the air. “No, no, no, no…this isn’t happening.”
“Oscar!” Leo yelled again. His stomach lurched, threatening to heave because their actions were pointless. Wherever they’d been, that’s where Oscar still was. The portal had snapped shut, cutting them off, but every cell in Leo’s body screamed in denial of this reality. “Oscaaaaar!”
The woman stopped shrieking but sucked in rattling breaths behind her hands that now covered her face. Behind them on the path, voices broke through Leo’s focus.
“Oh, my God, did you see that?”
“What the hell just happened?”
“They just disappeared…into…thin air.”
“What happened to the kid?”
“Somebody call 9-1-1!”
In the field, the people who’d been kicking soccer balls had stilled and were staring, wide-eyed.
Vinnie crumpled to the ground, hugged his knees to his chest, bits of green fabric clutched in his hands, and rocked. Leo barely heard Vinnie’s words as they tore his heart in two. “No, no, no, no…”
Leo doubled over and retched. He’d failed Oscar. He’d failed Vinnie. He’d failed. Utterly and completely failed.
He hadn’t cried since middle school, but a garbled sob escaped him now. He dragged a forearm across his mouth and turned back toward where the wavy air had been. “Oscaaaaar!”
“Where did it go?” Vinnie choked on a rattling sob of his own. “Where did it go? We’ve got to go back and get him! Where did it go?”
Leo lifted his face to the sky. “Oscaaaaar!”
The faintest of echoes was the only answer to Leo’s agonized plea.
Addison Albright is a writer living in the middle of the USA. Her stories are gay romance in contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, and science fiction genres. She generally adds a subtle touch of humor, a smidgen of drama/angst, and a healthy dose of slice-of-life to her stories. Her education includes a BS in Education with a major in mathematics and a minor in chemistry. Addison loves spending time with her family, reading, popcorn, boating, French fries, “open window weather,” cats, math, and anything chocolate. She loves to read pretty much anything and everything, anytime and anywhere.
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I’m sorry I’ve been a bit slow updating…I needed to take a few days off before I vanished up my own bum. 😳
I’ll carry on tomorrow, but in the meantime, I’d love to share the fabulous new release by the brilliant Penny Blake: Necromancers
A terrible accident involving a minor miscalculation has flooded almost the entire planet with lemonade. A few sparse scraps of humanity cling to flotillas of cobbled junk in attempts to sustain some semblance of civilised existence. War, famine and caffeine withdrawal have turned the erstwhile peaceful world into a post-apocalyptic nightmare.
Meanwhile, on the remote and inexplicably unaffected island of Eilean Claigeann, an ancient cult are still obliviously serving the obsolete ‘supreme ruler of the universe’, Wiz, and trying to fathom the secret of immortality. Sort of. Actually daily temple life revolves more around cake sales, bridge nights and village fetes… until two novices discover the secret of immortality themselves and unleash a couple of very unlikely ‘gods’ upon the previously peaceful community.
This short story takes place 500 years or so after the events in book 1 – The Curious Adventures Of Smith And Skarry.
Penny has been sharing snippets of Necromancers on her blog: blakeandwight
All of which may be found here: #RainbowSnippets:Necromancers
Thunder, Lightening, rain, hail, ominous fog and all the other things that accompany the beginning of an iconic horror movie or damn fine novel about Tea, Cake and lashings of Untimely Death, were occurring all over the little island known colloquially (and everywhere else) as The Skull.
Douglas skidded and stumbled over the vindictively slick cobblestones, cursing the length of his disgustingly sodden red robes, the ineffectual protection offered by his floppy wet cowl, the stupid little purse that dangled at his waist and was constantly expelling all his valuables into the muck, the fact that his favourite pocket watch had broken – again – and any and everything else that passed through his mind as he finally staggered, panting and wheezing to the top of the hill.
Sheet lightening flared for a second, silhouetting the crumbling chapel as Douglas clasped the cold iron ring in the studded wooden door and, with a cautious shoulder, silently eased it open.
The eerie luminescence of a hundred flickering candles, vanished in an ebbing wave to be replaced by darkness and smoke and a smattering of accusatory choking noises.
Thunder shook the walls and lightening flashed again, gleaming on several stiletto thin blades, poised in mid air.
Penny’s books are so much more than magical stories crammed with irresistible characters, they’re works of art. Necromancers has been beautifully illustrated by Jiewsurreal
Goodreads: Penny Blake