Wednesday, 15 February 2017

The Boy Behind the Window Chapter 12 Ello Ello




Continuing my prequel to The Face in the Window. Anyone who liked reading about 17 year-old-Ace will love fourteen-year-old Ace, who is just the same only more clueless. Will we get insight into why his brothers hate him so much? Will we find out what exactly was his relationship with James?

Ace knew from the sounds he’d been hearing, and the vibrations on the road, that there was traffic, although it wasn’t busy. In panic, he scrambled backwards onto his bottom on the pavement. Hugging his knees, he rocked, trying to get his racing heart and panting breath under control. He was rarely so swamped in panic, but then no one had thrown him in front of traffic before.
At first, he didn’t hear the voice. He heard his tormentors first.
“Jesus….”
“Come back, you pussy. They won’t….”
“Fuck you, I’m out of here.”
The pounding footsteps confused Ace. Were they running away, or toward him? When someone touched his shoulder, he jumped, panicked. “Don’t hurt me, please,” he gasped, shocked by how much his voice was shaking. He never lost his composure like this.
“Take it easy, love, you’re quite safe now. No one’s going to hurt you.”
Dimly aware that someone was crouching at his side, Ace pressed his forehead to his knees and concentrated on breathing. He’d never had a panic attack before, but it wasn’t difficult to work out why his heart was racing so much its pounding in his ears drowned out everything going on around him.
When the roaring began to fade, Ace became aware of a soothing voice, and a hand rubbing his back. He raised his head and blinked, realising for the first time that he’d lost his glasses. The sunlight cut into his eyes causing him to flinch and rub his eyes. He was surprised to find them wet. He hadn’t been aware of crying. He hardly ever cried. It wasn’t that bad. He’d only almost died.
“Easy there,” the voice said. “You’ll make your eyes sore.”
“Light,” he groaned. “Hurts.”
“Oh, I see.” There was a sound of someone scrabbling, then something was pressed into his hand. “I assume these are yours.”
Ace sighed with relief as he curled his fingers around his sunglasses then settled them back in their accustomed place.
“Better?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
“What on earth for?”
“I’m not usually such a mess.”
“I’m guessing you’re not usually attacked and thrown into the road, so it’s not surprising you reacted like this. I’m just sorry I didn’t get to you in time to stop that. I saw it coming but I just couldn’t get here. I guess I need to hit the track. I’m out of shape.”
Ace smiled, and for the first time, took a mental step back to consider his rescuer. She was woman, that much was obvious from her voice, and there was a note of authority that made him think she might not be just a casual passer by. He remembered a strange noise he’d heard but not acknowledged while he was panicking. A hissing sound, like a radio.
“Are you a police officer?”
“Isn’t that obvious by the uniform?” The straightforward humour in her voice led Ace to the conclusion she hadn’t put two and two together yet.
“I can’t see it. I’m blind.”
A sharp intake of breath was the only sign the policewoman made of how shocked she must have been. She muttered under her breath and although a “normal” person would probably not have caught what she said, Ace heard every word loud and clear. “Little bastards.” He smiled
“Are you allowed to swear?”
“What? Oh, sorry I didn’t think you’d hear.”
“It’s my eyes that don’t work, not my ears. In fact, they work really well.”
“I should have realised. Many apologies. Not the most professional behaviour. Can you stand?”
Ace found himself to be shaky but solid enough to stand without help.
“Is there someone I can call?”
“Call?”
“I’m not happy with just letting you walk away. You’re clearly shaken and I’d be inclined to believe if I walked away right now you’d have no idea where you are or where to go. Do you know where the road is?”
“I….” Ace shook his head. He was entirely disoriented and couldn’t even work out in what direction the traffic sounds were coming from.
“Don’t worry. Come on, let’s be British and get a cup of tea. Tea cures everything.”
“I…. You don’t have to. If you show me where the café is I can wait there until my brothers come back.”
“Don’t worry. As long as there are no armed robberies in the next half hour I’ll get you settled and make sure you’re okay and someone is coming for you.”
“My brothers will be here soon.”
“Then I’ll won’t be long, will I.” She took Ace’s arm and guided him along the pavement. Ace soon discovered she was a capable companion, warning him of obstacles in plenty of time. He was worryingly nervous crossing the road and clung to her arm.
“I’m not usually like this,” he said, his voice shaking. “I…I have a stick and I’m more confident with that.”
“Why don’t you have it with you now?”
“I left it in the car.”
“Lesson learned then.”
Ace nodded, not wanting to tell her that the lesson wasn’t his and he would never have left his stick behind if Nick and Logan hadn’t been involved.
A wave of warmth and the scent of coffee washed over Ace when the policewoman opened the door of the coffee shop. Ace’s legs trembled and he had to bite back tears. Relief made him weak. He was safe. The policewoman, who’d told him her name was Jan, got him settled in a seat near the window – he could tell because he could feel the warmth of the sun and the chill next to the glass – while she went to get tea. Ace didn’t like to tell her he preferred coffee. Tea wasn’t horrible and anything warm and sugary would be welcome.
While he waited, Ace closed his eyes, safe behind his glasses and thought over what had happened. It hadn’t been so terrible really, and he hadn’t been very much afraid, at least not until he’d found himself on his knees in the road. It was the vulnerability that did it for him. For a short period he’d felt totally helpless and it had shaken him to pieces. Despite his disability, Ace very rarely felt helpless. In fact, he prided himself on his independence and seemed to spend half his life at home fighting for more of it. Such complete lack of control was alien to him and it highlighted just how big and scary the world was for someone like him. Had he just been lucky until now? Did his stick really make that much difference?
For the first time he could remember, Ace was swamped with a desperate need to be home, safe in his room. He completely understood his mother’s fears and half convinced himself that she was right and he’ be better off staying in his room and not exposing himself to the many dangers the world presented to a blind boy.
“There you go.” Jan’s voice cut through his musings that had begun to rise toward panic again.
What was happening to him? Was he losing his nerve? His confidence? Would he find himself unable to go out on his own again? No. He wasn’t about to let that happen, no matter what.
“Thanks.”
Pressing the cup to his lips, Ace inhaled deeply. The smell might not be as good as coffee but it was comforting. His mother drank tea and it brought back memories of sitting at the kitchen table with her, working on homework while she worked. There would be frequent breaks for tea and biscuits.
“Right,” Jan said, clearly meaning business. “Who can I call?”
“What?” As if Jan had conjured a demon, Ace’s phone rang with James’ tone. He groaned inwardly. Hames was the last person he wanted to speak to right now. James would know.
“What happened? Why haven’t you been answering? Are you alright?”
Ace chose to respond by text, not wanting James to hear the weakness in his voice. “They were dicks. I’m fine. Having tea.”
“Having tea? Why didn’t you call and let me know you’re alright? I’ve been worried sick. I was about to call the police.”
“Don’t worry, they beat you to it.”
“What do you mean?”
Ace gave James a potted version of what happened, and James went silent. “Shit,” he said at last. “Shit Ace, you could have been really hurt.”
“I could have been, but I wasn’t.”
“I’m going to kill Logan the next time I see him. I’ll have a good swing at Nick too. Why the hell did your mother let them take you into town. She knows what they’re like.
“I don’t think she does. She wouldn’t let them—“
“Oh please, Ace, you know she knows. It’s just easier for her if it looks like you’re all getting on.”
“Can we not get into this right now. There’s a policewoman here with me and she’s looking afully interested in everything you say.”
“So she should be. She should arrest Logan and Nick for what they did.”
“If you don’t shut up, I won’t come down for your birthday.”
“You wouldn’t do that…would you?”
“Yes.”
“*roll eyes*  sigh. Okay, call me later.”
“A friend?” Jan asked as Ace put his phone on the table.
“Yes, a good friend. He happened to call in the middle of all that and I haven’t even heard the phone ring since then.”
“I have a few times. I was wondering if I ought to answer but I figured whoever it was could wait.”
“James isn’t good at being patient.”
“Who are Logan and Nick?”
Ace sighed, imagining all the trouble he could get into if Jan contacted his parents, or even worse spoke to Nick and Logan.
“My brothers.”
“Can I take it they were supposed to be sticking with you?”
Ace chuckled. “Can you read my mind?”
“No, but I’m pretty good at reading human nature. Can I give someone a call to pick you up?”
“No.” Ace’s refusal was too quick and too sharp. He bit his lip. “My mother would worry. She’ll be straight here and I won’t be allowed out for the rest of the holidays. She’s…over protective.”
“What about your brothers?”
“They wouldn’t be too pleased.”
“No doubt, but I’m not leaving until I’ve spoken to someone and I figure your brothers would prefer to hear from me on the telephone than to turn up and find me here in person.”
Ace’s mind raced, possibilities flying past before he could hold on to any of them. Which would be worse? What choice could he make that wouldn’t end in disaster? None of them.
“Okay,” he said at last, “you can call Nick. He’s my oldest brother. He has the car. Just to tell him where I am,” he added as he heard Jan pick up his phone.
“This is an um…interesting phone,” Jan commented. Ace briefly wondered what she meant. “Where do I find Nick’s number?”
“It’s speed dial five. I’ve never used it. I don’t call him at all, but my mother insisted. I think he still has the same phone number.”
Ace heard the phone beeps as the calls connected. It seemed to take a long time for Nick to answer and when he did he snapped, “What do you want, freak? This had better be good.”
Jan’s voice was cold. “This is WPC Baxter, can I confirm I’m talking to Nick Richmond.”
“WPC? Why have you got Ace’s phone? Is he alright?”
“I’m with your brother right now, Mr Richmond. There’s been an incident. He’s alright but he’s shaken up and needs to go home.”
“Shit. What do you mean “incident”? Where’s Logan?”
“I presume Logan is your other brother. I’m afraid I have no idea where he is.”
“Stupid fucker. Oh, sorry. Okay, tell me where you are and I’ll be right there.”
Ace bit his lip, groaning inwardly. Nick was going to be so mad Ace had messed up his day.




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Friday, 27 January 2017

The Boy Behind the Window Part 11 - The Bus Depot


Sorry it's been so long in coming guys but here's Part 11 of my prequel to The Face in the Window. Last time, Nick and Logan have been forced to take Ace with them on a trip into town

As soon as Ace’s feet hit the pavement the car pulled away with a roar. He felt exposed and vulnerable. He’d never been to the bus station before, so had no idea how it was set out, and he didn’t have his stick. It was in the back of the car.
“Logan?”
There was no response. He hadn’t heard footsteps but that didn’t necessarily mean Logan hadn’t sneaked off, or run when the car was revving.
“Logan, please, are you there. Just take me to a wall. Tell me where the road is.” Still no response. Ace was fairly certain Logan was still there and that was the only thing that prevented him completely falling apart. I know you’re there. Don’t be an ass, just show me where the wall is. Mum’s not going to be best pleased if I walk into the road.”
Ace jumped when someone grabbed his arm and towed him across the pavement. Logan pushed him hard and he lost his balance and started to fall, then found himself sitting on a narrow bench, with his back to something cold.
“You’re in a bus shelter. Wait there.”
“How long will you be?” Ace couldn’t help the tremor in his voice and he cursed himself. Showing any kind of weakness to his brothers never ended well.
“As long as I want.”
This time. Ace did hear footsteps leading away and the sudden realization he was alone in a strange place swamped him. Tears prickled his eyes and he bit hard on his lip to stop them falling. The pain was sudden and shocking, but it gave him something to focus on and the panic abated, although it still lingered, ready to leap out at him as soon as he acknowledged it was there.
Concentrating on his breathing, Ace calmed down to a point where he could think logically. He was pretty much stuck here. Without his stick he dare not move far as he had no idea where the roads were. He assumed there would be a network of roads here for buses to drive into the terminus. Looked like he was stuck here for a while.
It didn’t take long to get bored, so he took out his phone. It crossed his mind to call his mother and ask her to pick him up. However, he could imagine the fallout. She’d be furious with Nick and he would take it out on Ace and Logan, then Logan would take it out on him so he’d have both Nick and Logan out to get him. He’d get hurt then, he was sure.
In the end, the called James. He couldn’t think of anyone else.
“What did they do? Are they crazy? Call your mother, she’ll come get you.”
“I can’t. You know what Nick and Logan are like. They’d make my life unbearable.”
“And it isn’t now? Christ, Ace, you’re abandoned at a bus terminus for goodness knows how long. Anyone could do anything and you wouldn’t know. If anyone got aggressive you wouldn’t see it coming.”
“Thanks James. Way to go to make me feel better.”
“Sorry, I’m just angry.”
“What should I do?”
“Maybe you could ask someone to lead you to a café. Do you have any money?”
“Yes, enough for quite a few coffee and cakes.” For the first time, Ace smiled. “I’ll wait for an old lady. Old ladies seem to like me.”
“Old ladies like everyone, especially disabled freak. Thank God you’re cute and unthreatening.”
“Gee thanks. I’ll bear that in mind and flutter my eyelashes when I speak.”
“I can’t imagine a single universe where that would help.”
Ace laughed. “You never know, it might make me look even cuter.”
“I doubt it.”
“Hey you, freak. Get off our seat.” The voice was loud and sounded close.
“Shit. I’ve got to go.”
“Ace, I heard that. Don’t go anywhere. Stay put. Stay on the line.”
“I said, move.” The owner of the voice was close. Ace smelled something unpleasant. He assumed alcohol and cigarettes, overlaid with the pervasive smell of body odour.
“I have to go.” Ace disconnected the call and tilted his face up. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Isn’t this a bus shelter?”
“Look around, freak. It’s a disused bus shelter. It might be mouldy and full of piss but it’s ours so get out of it.”
The speaker sounded young, not much older than Ace, but his voice was harsh and held a bravado that worried Ace.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. My brother told me to sit here. He’s always messing with me.”
“I don’t give a fuck about your brother. Just get off our seat before I punch you.”
“Where should I go?”
“You’re truing my patience, freak. I don’t give a fuck where you go as long as it’s not here.”
“Is there a café nearby. Could you show me?”
“What the fuck? I’m not going to be your own personal tour guide. Find your own café.”
“I can’t. I’m blind.” Ace hated playing the blind card but had resigned himself this time because there was simply no way around it.
“You what?”
“I’m blind. I can’t see. I don’t know where the road is, and I don’t know where there are café’s.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Ace removed his sunglasses and tried to keep his eyes wide rather than squinting against the sun, which seemed especially bright.
“Contact lenses,” the first speaker spat.
“I don’t think so.”
A brush of air in front of his face told Ace someone was waving his hand but he didn’t see so much as a shadow. He didn’t see the slap either, and it sent him flying off the seat onto the floor.
“I guess he is blind then.” There was a pause while Ace gathered himself and forced back tears. “Take it,” the voice demanded.
“Take what?”
“My hand, asshole.”
“Where is it?” Ace sniffed, angry at the shake in his voice. The next slap was gentler and Ace groped for the hand, which yanked him roughly to his feet.
Ace stood, with his head down. Someone took his hand and pressed his glasses into it. He grabbed them and put them on eagerly. “Thanks,” he mumbled.
“You a fag freak?” a third voice said.
Thoughts raced through Ace’s head and it only took a moment to decide it would be a very bad idea to admit. “N-no,” he said.
“I bet you are. You look like a girl.”
“I can’t help how I look.”
“You can cut your hair.” Rough hands lifted and tugged at his hair.
The laughter was nasty and Ace’s cheeks burned. He tried to pull away but someone had their hand fisted in his hair and held him. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself pinned against the shelter by a body that was clearly bigger and stronger than his.
“See, I thing you are a faggot, and I think you’re looking for a bit of action. Well, if that’s what you want….”
The boy ran his hands down Ace’s body, making him shudder, and cupped his ass. Ace felt sick. He pushed at the boy but he might as well have tried to move the shelter.
“You’re the one who’s groping me,” Ace said, drawing on all his courage. “Which one of us is being gay now?”
The body disappeared and a blow to his stomach almost had him on his knees.
“Little prick,” the boy yelled and grabbed him by the arm, swinging and disorienting him. “I’ll show you the way to the café.”
A push to the back had Ace flying. Trying to keep upright, his foot twisted as it slipped off a step and he fell forward. As soon as his hand hit the asphalt, he knew he’d fallen off the kerb into the road.

If you like hearing about Ace and his life with his dysfunctional family, you might want to read The Face in the Window, which tells the story of what Ace gets up to a little later in his life. If anyone finds inconsistencies they'll get a free eBook of their choice of my books


Thursday, 15 December 2016

Take A Chance Anthology



Title: Take a Chance Sub-Title: A Collection of Gay Romance for New Adults Authors: Various Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing Cover Artist: Natasha Snow Release Date: December 15th, 2016 Genre(s): Anthology, M/M Romance, New Adult Words: 93,500 View on Goodreads

About the Book



Blurb


A single moment can change everything. A university student preparing to confront the adolescent crush who betrayed him. A demon embroiled in a battle against his very nature. A soldier, mentally scarred after fighting in The Great War, torn between propriety and his heart. Though separated by time and distance, culture and reality, these young men all have one thing in common: they each stand at a crossroads in their life and face a choice that will alter the course of their future. The twelve tales in this collection of gay romantic fiction range from sweet to erotic, contemporary to historical, paranormal to grittily realistic. Whether centred around the fear associated with coming out, the thorny issue of trust, or the struggle for survival, each story explores in its own way the courage needed to overcome personal obstacles and take a chance on love.

Stories


Reflections by Chase Potter
Stranger than Stars by J.A. Rock
Another Story by Jamie Deacon
Howl by Kelley York
A Boy Named Khwahish by Dee Aditya
Want You Bad by Lynn Michaels
Far From Texas by Eric Gober
The Right Words by Elinor Gray
Class-A by Debbie McGowan
Lockdown by Kari Jo Spear
Dream Infected by Melissa E Costa C
heese and Pickle by Claire Davis and Al Stewart

Excerpt


Just as I sat, Mr. Keno hit the lights. Everything went black. It hadn't been so dark in my old school. The blinds over the windows must be heavy enough to be bombproof. Comforting thought. Nobody believed the worn-out phrase "it can't happen here." We all knew it could.

 "Keep your phones put away," Mr. Keno said. "It's going to be OK." Those would be the last words we'd hear until it was over. An instant later, someone pushed in next to me, between me and the file cabinet. Just my luck. I squished over against the wall as tightly as I could. Even so, our hips touched.

It was so dark I couldn't tell anything about the person, except that he or she smelled pleasantly of some herbal shampoo. Since I'd only been in the classroom a few minutes before the lockdown started, I hadn't gotten a chance to really look at my new classmates. I pressed against the wall as if I might become one with it.

What I really wanted to do was curl into a ball. I settled for bending low over my legs, crossed at the ankles. I had too much imagination. It did crazy things when I was afraid. I closed my eyes in the darkness and willed myself to be calm, but every nerve was so keyed up that my pounding heart refused to slow down.

 First thing in the morning was the perfect time for a gunman to attack. Kids would be in their classrooms for attendance, so he could move freely in the halls without people hanging around to either jump him or run. Since the classrooms would be full, the gunman could find victims behind every door. I focused on what I could hear. The fan in the ceiling that I hadn't noticed before became an insistent whir, so loud I couldn't believe I hadn't been aware of it the moment I'd walked into the room. It covered the sounds the kids on the other side of the filing cabinet had to be making—little sounds people couldn't help but make, like scraping a shoe across the floor when they shifted position, or a stifled cough. I listened so hard it hurt. Only the fan. Nothing in the hallway.

 Surely, if this were a real situation, there would be turmoil somewhere in the building. Unless the administrators were expecting something to happen that hadn't happened yet. I imagined a man prowling the corridors, intent on his destination. Or perhaps he hadn't chosen his victims yet. He might be waiting for something to speak to him, like the tone of a cell phone from behind a door, or the thump of a backpack falling off a chair. It might only take some little thing like that for him to burst in here and…

 Taken from Lockdown by Kari Jo Spear

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Monday, 12 December 2016

Sketching Again

Don't ask me why but I just decided I wanted to get back into sketching again. These are the results of the first week. Maybe I'll try sketching some characters, although I'm trying to get away from portraits which are pretty much all I paint.



Tuesday, 6 December 2016

RELEASE DAY!! Enigma III Friends and Lovers



·         “ Friends & Lover” Book 3 of the Enigma Series
·         Author: Nephy Hart
·         Publisher: Nephy Hart/Flying With Red Haircrow Productions
·         ISBN: 9781370250882
·         Genre: Gay Fiction, Contemporary Fiction
·         Available at Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/687265


Tagline: Problems have a habit of creeping up on you, and when you try to run they’re never more than one step behind.

Blurb:  Silver and River are healing, but both are still struggling to reconcile Silver’s life before his time at the Theatre De La Vie, with after. It doesn’t help that Ariel keeps coming around and causing trouble. When he encourages Silver to collect Ben from school he unleashes a can of worms that could easily have had fatal consequences.

Synopsis: Silver is trying hard to settle down again with Ben and River after the events at the Theatre De La Vie, but he isn’t the same person anymore and River is having a hard time dealing with the changes. One of the hardest things he has to cope with is Ariel, Silver’s new best friend, who makes Silver act like a teenager and causes trouble wherever he goes. When that trouble touches Ben, it sparks off a chain reaction that almost ends in tragedy.
In the meantime, Ariel has his own fallout to deal with. After finally finding someone to whom he might give his heart, he very nearly loses him by…well by being Ariel.
With his family life in tatters and his best friend lurching from one disaster to the next, Silver needs to be stronger than he’s ever been. The problem is he’s not feeling very strong at all. In fact, there are times when he thinks it would be so much better if he just went back to that place inside his head where he was safely shut away from the world, and that place is getting closer all the time.

Other books in the series:

Enigma, book 1 of Enigma:
“When nurse-in-training River Caulfield improbably finds love with Silver, a mysterious patient at the Care House where he works, he’s faced with a dilemma that his career may be threatened because of their attraction. Yet when dangerous elements from Silver’s past catch up to them both, he realizes there is much more at stake than his professional dreams. Their very lives may be forfeit!”

Fighting the Man, book 2 of Enigma:
“River had always known that living with a freed sex slave, even one as sweet as Silver, was never going to be easy. It gets a lot harder when his parents are killed leaving him to care for his young brother. When Social Services get involved he has a choice to make. Unfortunately, he makes a choice that leaves the relationship in jeopardy as much as the master who returns to claim his former pet.”

About the Author

Formerly known as Nephylim, Nephy Hart was born into a poor but loving mining family in the United Kingdom, Nephy grew up in the beautiful and history rich South Wales Valleys, becoming the first in her family to attend university. As a lawyer practicing Family Law for several years, the profession allowed Nephy to learn more about human nature at its worst and best moments, and develop empathy and a view of life not limited by social standing or background.
Tapping into the heritage of her people that throughout Earth’s ages welcomed the wandering bard into the hearts of their villages as keepers of lore, Nephy trained as a Druid and brings the richness of her Celtic past and spiritual training to enrich and elevate her writing. Since a child Nephy has been fascinated with other worlds, which exist within and alongside her own and has reveled in creating worlds and characters for others to enjoy.
Despite lack of family support, Nephy continued writing privately and eventually found the Gay Authors website. With the positive response and a warm welcome received, she found the confidence to pursue her passion to a greater degree. Feeling gay fiction was a woefully neglected corner of the market where readers were all too often presented with what amounted to erotica, Nephy strives to write quality gay fiction where sex and sexuality is not the central premise. Instead, concentration is given to character and narrative development through storytelling that goes beyond the physical.
Nephy still resides in Wales, UK, and enjoys writing, reading, art, and taking part in medieval reenactments.


Also publishes with:

Wayward Ink Press: “Project X”, “Stranded Anthology” "Shade's Champion" "Lab Rat" "Ari"
Cool Dudes Publishing: “Draven’s Gate”
Featherweight Press: “The Face in the Window”, “Memories of Forgotten Love”

For more information, or if you’d like to contact the author, please visit her websites or write to Chakira@hotmail.co.uk.


Flying With Red Haircrow Productions


Wednesday, 30 November 2016

Cover Reveal Enigma II Fighting The Man

Book I and II Free for short period on Smashwords


When first published by the amazing Red Haircrow we used one of my own paintings of the inimitable Silver as the cover
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When the sequel Enigma II Fighting the Man was released Red designed the amazing cover for it, which I am very fond of
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When I got myself off my backside and got Book III Friends and Lovers ready for publishing Red suggested a revamp of the current covers before the reveal of the Book III one. So he started by designing a stunning new cover for Book I
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This was a definite improvement on the first cover, and I thought it fitted well enough with the Book II cover - until I saw Red's ideas for the new one. So...here goes. This is the brand new cover of Enigma II Fighting The Man
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Of course, the model can't encapsulate the fool wonder of Silver, he's much closer and suggest one of Silver's greatest loves and skills - his dancing.

If you are interested in reading Enigma I and II, they are currently free in the lead-up to the release of Book III on 6th December and for a short while after. So, if you haven't got to know Silver and River yet, or if you want to take advantage of the beautiful new covers then head on over to Smashwords and pick up your FREE BOOKS. You won't regret it.

Thursday, 24 November 2016

The Boy Behind the Window Chapter Ten: A Trip to Town


Ace dressed quickly in t-shirt and jeans, and hurried downstairs. There was no one in the hall, so he headed to the kitchen. The smell of coffee stirred his stomach and he went straight to the percolator.
“Why don’t you sit at the table, darling?” Mrs Richmond headed him off smoothly and directed him to sit.
“I’m perfectly capable of making myself a cup of coffee,” Ace grumbled.
“Why do we have to wait until Ace has coffee?” Logan protested, then subsided. Ace could imagine his mother giving Logan a stare. Other people had talked about mothers’ stares although he had, of course, never seen one himself. He’d never seen anyone’s stare.
“Now, you’re sure you’re up to this,” Mrs Richmond said, setting a cup of coffee on the table in front of Ace, and directing his hand to the mug. “It’s a big responsibility, taking care of your brother outside.”
Ace’s ears pricked up. What did she mean? Oh God, she wasn’t going to send him out into the world with Logan and Nick, was she? What would they do to him without his mother there to temper them.
“What do you mean?” he asked sharply. “I don’t want them to take care of me. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I don’t want to go out with them.”
“Believe me,” Nick said, “I don’t want you to go out with us either but it’s either that or we don’t go and I need to.”
“Need to what?”
“Just get some stuff done.”
“Why can’t you just do that and leave me here.”
“Because I’m going out,” Mrs Richmond said, in her “don’t’ mess with me” voice. Ace might not be able to see her stare, but he could certainly hear the tone of her voice and had learned all the subtle differences and exactly how far he could push before he got to this stage. Clearly his brothers had been having this conversation with their mother for quite some time.
“That’s okay. I’ll be fine up in my room. I don’t come down here very often anyway.”
“You cannot stay in the house on your own.”
“Why not? I hardly ever see you anyway.” Ace couldn’t help the touch of bitterness that crept into his voice and was unprepared for the sharpness in his mother’s when she replied.
“That’ hardly my fault. You shut yourself away upstairs and half the time I don’t know I even have another son.”
Good grief, she sounded for a minute as if she wanted to spend time with him. Then he remembered all the times she’d sent him scuttling up to his room whenever anyone came around. If an unexpected visitor arrived Ace was expected to make himself scarce pretty damn quick, even to the point of her practically throwing him up the stairs. She might be feeling guilty about not spending time with her son but that certainly didn’t extend to other people. Oh no, whenever anyone who might – God forbid – judge her, was around Ace was hidden away, tucked safely into his attic room, isolates; for his own good; somewhere he couldn’t hurt – or draw attention to – himself.
So why now was she pushing him out into a world he was unprepared for? Why was she forcing him into the company of the two people in the whole world she knew he was least safe with?
“Please don’t make me do this.”
“I thought you wanted more independence,” Mrs Richmond said, placing  bowl in front of Ace and putting a spoon in his hand.
“I do…just not with them. I wouldn’t mind going out on my own.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t do that.”
“I could. I have my stick, and--”
“Please let’s not go there again. It’s not going to happen, so let that be an end to it. I’m fed up of all of you this morning. Finish your breakfast, then get out of my sight until teatime.”
“Don’t take it out on me,” Ace grumbled and was glad he was unable to see stares because he had a feeling he was the focus of three of them.
The journey into town was conducted in silence. Initially, Logan had repeatedly kicked the back of Ace’s seat, but Nick got pissed off with him for possibly damaging the upholstery and when he threatened to drop Logan off in the middle of the lane, Logan subsided.
Eventually, the car came to a halt and Nick said, “Okay, rugrats, get out.”
“What? Here? You’re leaving me on my own with him? Mum’ll kill you.”
“Mum will never know,” Nick growled, “Not if you want to keep your balls. Now get out.”
“Where are we?” Ace asked.
“Bus depot. You can walk in from here.”
“No way. I’m not getting out. You can’t abandon me here with him.”
“Quit whining and get out. Dump him in a café somewhere. He’s always whining on about being independent.”
“I’m not doing that. Mum’ll kille me. Besides,” he continued in a smarmy voice. “I’m not allowed to be left on my own. I’m too young. Mum would have a blue fit.”
“I told you, if either of you speak a word to Mum I’ll make you wish you’d never been born. Now get the fuck out of my car.”
“I’ll tell Mum you swore.”
“I’ll tell Lucie you’ve got an STD.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
With a huge sigh, Ace let his brothers’ argument wash over him and kept the hell out of it until the slamming of the door startled him. Next moment, hid own door was wrenched open and Logan practically dragged him out.
Suddenly, Ace found himself standing on the pavement, listening to Nick’s car zoom away.
“Stay here,” Logan spat. Sit on a seat and don’t move. I’ll be back.”
“What? Wait. Logan, wait. I can’t…. Logan?”
All Ace heard was the rumble of traffic and footsteps running away.
“Logan get back here and tell me where I am. Logan.”
There was no answer. Ace was alone in a place he had never been and no way of getting his bearings. Dammit. Although it was true he wanted to be independent he did need some assistance. His stick would help keep him safe so he wouldn’t fall into a hole or get run over, but he couldn’t just walk either. He could wind up anywhere, and even if he got lucky and walked straight into town his chances of finding either brother were slim at best. So he sat.