An awesome bunch of UK writers got together one day and decided to write an anthology, Her Kind of Guy is the result.
My contributions are called Ghost and Messy, here’s my snippets. Make sure to check out the others and add us to your TBR.
She’s going to leave, Carter thought to himself, which is exactly what I wanted. She started to walk to the door but Carter stepped in front of her. “Do you want to know how I earned the nickname?” He didn’t know what he was doing. As soon as he’d realised she’d lied to him, he should have kicked her out on her shapely little butt. Instead he didn’t want her to leave. Maybe he could blame it on the whole lack of sleep thing but he was silently starting to wonder if she’d be interested in his brand of messy. Carter’s cock twitched in interest at the random thought.
He fiddled with the cuffs on his shirt. He left the dark blue suit jacket open, making it easier to reach for his gun when he needed it. The job tonight was simple; he had to make his way to the Arcadia Hotel, go to the fifteenth floor, room seven and put two bullets into the person who was staying in there. The pay was ridiculously good. He could retire on it, though it had been said that Lucas Godfrey wasn’t a man who’d leave the life in anything but a body bag.
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News for anyone who read and loved ‘The Schoolteacher and the Dom’. ‘Weekend with the Dom’, tells the continuing story of Alex Winchester and Nola Pryce. It’ll be out in August. 🙂
I’m pretty sure that the mouse was planning on taking over the world. I’d never trusted the furry little blighters. The way they looked at you with twitchy little noses and a pair of evil red eyes, people thought that they look cute. I, on the other hand, knew that they were plotting world domination. They probably looked at us and thought, silly humans, haven’t you watched Pinky and the Brain? Bow down before and proclaim us as your gods.
I glanced away from the glass cage that held my sons pet captive. It had been a rough month but I was at least 80 percent pretty sure that I wasn’t insane. I saw a flash of movement and I was back in front of the mouse’s cage, nose practically touching the glass.
“I know what you’re planning, Mister Whiskers and you can forget about it.”
Mister Whisker’s nose twitched. I heard my son calling me and reluctantly got back to my feet to go find out what he wanted.
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Lord Deathstrike, otherwise known as Mister Whiskers, which he’d always thought was a stupid name for a mouse, buried his nose deep into the sawdust that lined his cage. He squeaked happily as his nose brushed against the hard plastic of the remote. It was time to make the first strike against the puny humans, besides the human his owner called mother, no-one would ever suspect that the mice were behind the attacks. Soon the world would be theirs
The Once Upon a Clockwork Tale has been spotlighted on Echelon Presses website.