It’s release day!!! Buried Desires – A Double Horror Feature, Deadly Sugar and Cold Fingers are now available in the shops. In these books you will also find links to two bonus short stories: Deadly Secrets and Mrs. Greenberg sells a watch.
TWO UNIQUE STORIES OF LOVE AND OBSESSION
From a gothic tale of love to a story of terrifying secrets and twisted obsession, Buried Desires is a pairing of fun and fright by two new names in gay horror.
Includes special links for two BONUS Hidden Chapter short stories, only available with the Buried Desires – a Horror Double Feature eBook.
Cold Fingers – a love story
by Amy Spector
Christopher Minnick is at a bad place in his life. Turning thirty and newly out of the hospital, the last thing he wants to do is attend a birthday dinner even if it is being thrown in his honor.
When he is introduced to a friend’s godson things just might be starting to look up. Or are they?
All the good ones are either married or straight. Or they’re necrophiliacs.
Deadly Sugar – you can never be too thin
by Ofelia Gränd
After six years of a relationship going nowhere, Jett has moved away to start over. Maybe his new neighbour David can help distract him from the ache left by his ex’s absence.
David on the other hand has a whole root cellar full of lovers. He doesn’t need another one. And no matter what treats Jett offers, David knows nothing tastes as good as thin feels.
A little excerpt from Deadly Sugar:
The knot that had replaced the butterflies in his stomach made it hard to smile as he neared the neighbouring house. So typical of Josh. Jett had managed to forget about him for a few hours, had been excited about baking for the neighbour, and now all he wanted was to run back and fetch his phone so he could talk to his partner. His former partner, he reminded himself.
He tried to shut down his brain as he gazed up at the house. In the dark it almost looked like his, the white façade spooky in the moonlight, but still hauntingly beautiful. He shivered. He was being silly; this was the kind of house he’d always wanted. The fact that it was dark outside didn’t change that. It would’ve been better if Josh had wanted it too, but he hadn’t, and now here Jett was—in front of another man’s house.
With a deep breath, he raised his hand to knock on the door, but then he hesitated. Not a single lamp was lit. Maybe he wasn’t home. Jett listened. The wind rustled in the trees, and he thought he heard a soft clinking noise from the garden. Maybe he’s out working on something. Jett had seen some kind of garage on the side of the house, maybe it was a workshop of some kind.
He started to walk around the house. An owl hooted in the dark, making Jett flinch. He hesitated. He’d never been afraid of the dark, not really, but it was very dark. Raising his head and squaring his shoulders, he started walking, the gravel crunching beneath his feet. It’s just a few metres in the dark.
“Where are you going?”
Startled by the harsh voice, Jett whirled around and almost dropped the bowl of whipped cream.