Cover Reveal | The Snowflake


We’re all like snowflakes—unique and one of a kind.

Time for another cover reveal! Not many books left to re-publish now, I’m afraid. Today we have The Snowflake. I love this. It’s not your ordinary romance. The main character, Theophile Lekas, tends to kill people, he’s a stalker, and talks to his cat – who responds. But… few books have been as fun to write as this one. 

It was first published in Buried Desires 3 together with Amy Spector and Neptune Flowers back in 2018. 

Theophile is an ice sculptor who wants to blow the world away with his talent, but mostly he gets to do swans for weddings and other get-togethers which he hates. But then there is Dylan Mincer – Theo’s muse and the man he’s been stalking for the last seventeen years.  

Theo loves Dylan – who says murderers can’t fall in love? – and he’ll do anything to make Dylan happy. To prove it he’s gonna make the best sculpture in the history of mankind.  

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Nothing inspires art like love. 
Theophile Lekas has spent the last seventeen years trying to build a name for himself as an ice sculptor. Ice is his world, but he lives for Dylan Mincer. 
But loving from afar isn’t enough, and if Theo wants to win Dylan’s heart, he’ll need to sweep him off his feet. And what better way to do it than with a sculpture that will leave Dylan breathless and the world in no doubt of Theo’s genius? 
After an argument leads to murder, Theo is hit with true inspiration. And he has the perfect block to begin his project. For Dylan, Theo will create his masterpiece. And it will be as unique as a snowflake. 
Great art requires the perfect muse. 

Release Day | Silent Woods


It’s release day! Silent Woods is out today, and it’s one of the first stories I wrote – or not wrote, you know how it is with writers, we have written for years before we first publish something. It was one of the first stories I ever published.

In Sweden (maybe all of Scandinavia) we have this myth of a male water nymph called Näcken, or The Neck. He’s this lovely, lonely creature – though in some old text he’s hideous – who appears in lakes and rivers, playing the violin. When he plays, people walk into the water and drown themselves or they dance until they die, unable to stop.

If you give The Neck a gift – booze, snuff, blood, or a dead black cat – you can bargain with him. He’ll not only spare your life, but he’ll also teach you how to play the violin.

Silent Woods is about an established couple with children who goes camping. It’s all very Swedish, we’re camping/tenting people. We love being in the woods… or many of us do LOL
When one of the children goes missing, weird things start to happen.



I jerked up into a sitting position, absolutely certain we were surrounded by wild boars. It took a while for my brain to take in the forms of our sleeping children next to me, and the cold light of dawn.

Yeah?” My voice was nothing more than a croak.

I’m gonna run up to the centre, shouldn’t take long, but do you know how to start the mini stove if the kids wake up?”

Erm…I think so…but do I have to cook anything for breakfast?”

Yeah. It’s oatmeal porridge mixed with bilberry powder.”

I scrunched my nose in dismay, and Anders chuckled softly.

It’s good for you.”

It’s disgusting.”

Nah. Everything tastes good when you’re hungry, and you’re gonna need it.”

I sighed, thinking about the hike he had planned for us today. Anders kissed my forehead.

Get some more sleep if they don’t wake up when I leave, okay? The weather isn’t as nice today. It’s almost dark so I thought it was earlier than it is, but it’s already a quarter past six.”

Already, I scoffed internally. It had been one of the longest nights of my life. My body ached, my muscles were stiff, and I had grit the size of walnuts in my eyes. I did not fit in this tent—no matter what Anders said about quality. It might be fine if you are five-eight like he is, but I’m six-three. Both my feet and my head touched the canvas without me even being stretched out. Normally I fell asleep in Ander’s arms and woke up sprawled over the bed with at least one arm above my head, but that was impossible here. And the canvas had a damp feel to it, as if condensation had formed during the night—it wouldn’t surprise me if it had, since it had been like we were sleeping in a sauna at one point.

I think I’ve had enough of this for one night.” I glared at him. My body screamed in protest as I tried to move. He watched me with no small amount of amusement in his eyes—cheeky bastard. “You can show me how to light the stove, I wouldn’t want to be responsible for burning down the entire forest.”

We sneaked out of the tent, miraculously succeeding in not disturbing the children. The morning was chilly—far more so than they had been recently—or maybe I was imagining. The cloudy sky gave the woods an almost unearthly glow. Where the tree trunks had looked warm yesterday, they now look cold and grey. I shivered as the niggling feeling of wrongness grew stronger.

The wet spider webs and the light mist that could be seen between the trees should’ve made a beautiful picture, but the atmosphere in glade was nothing like the day before. It was closed off, as if someone had put a giant glass bubble over us. The woods were silent, no rustling winds, and no tweeting birds. The eerie stillness surrounding us was oppressive. I couldn’t help but whisper as I turned to Anders. “Is it always this quiet in the mornings?”

Anders frowned. “I’m sure the birds will start to sing as soon as I make my way out of here.” His uncertainty did not ease the wrongness I sensed. “Probably just means that there isn’t anything close by to alert them.”

I didn’t buy it. Birds sang in the morning. And I could tell he only said it to comfort me—his gaze kept searching the tree line, and he had a little crease between his brows. He lit the mini stove, gave me what I’m sure was supposed to be a reassuring smile, and headed out of the campsite.

I couldn’t shake the unnerving feeling, and it only grew more intense the longer Anders was away. It wouldn’t take him more than twenty minutes or so to cover the distance. He was a practised runner, and this little round was nothing compared to what he normally ran in the mornings. Still, I found no comfort in that. I tried to distract myself by preparing breakfast on the stove.


silentwoodsDo you believe in myths and ancient creatures? 
Daniel has never understood the need to leave the city, so when his husband suggests a camping trip for their holiday, he agrees with reluctance. Even before they step out of the car, trepidation crawls over Daniel. Something is wrong. There is something about the forest that turns his stomach into knots. 
He wants nothing more than to return to the safety of their home, and when their five-year-old son goes missing his fears turn into full-blown panic. What awaits them in the depths of the forest is far more sinister than anything Daniel ever could have imagined. With a missing child, it’s a race against time. Will they be able to find their son before it’s too late? 

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What’s in a Name?

Naming characters is not easy. Sometimes a name’s just there and sometimes I name them something but it doesn’t feel right. I often check the meaning of the name, not always, but if you ever google the meaning of a name, you’ll see that it sometimes fits well with the character and/or the story.  

Sometimes I just pick a name because I think it’s cool or funny – like Eldred Henstare (though Eldred means red and he had red hair) or Captain Elazar Steel. You have to love those guys LOL 

Sometimes if I’m writing paranormal, I check random name generators for inspiration – Thaddeus Ezax is one of those. I doubt a name like Thaddeus would’ve popped up in my mind unless I saw it or something similar somewhere. I seldom borrow names exactly as they are, I usually change something, but Thaddeus definitely comes from a random name site. 

Sometimes I give a character an ‘ordinary’ name because they want to hide – like John Welsh in Once in May. He does not want to be noticed, and who remembers a John?  

And sometimes I google what names topped the lists a certain decade – like Larry in Falling Through. I wanted him to have a name from the time when he lived. Same with Charles and William in Remember Us (formely named Trapped) – not that you can’t be called Charles or William in any decade, but I wanted ‘old’ names. 

So, mostly to amuse myself, to be honest, I grabbed a pen and a paper, and I started to write down my character names. I need to write stories with someone whose name starts with an I, U, X, and Y. That’s not easy.  

I mean, I’m a bit surprised I don’t have one beginning with I. I think I have an Igor in an old story that I haven’t published, but U, X, and Y… Actually, Ulfgangur Hunter is gonna get his story soon.  


This is what we have (I hope I forgotten anyone): 


Abe in Crazy Joe, Ace in Acronym, Aiden in Aiden and Tristan, Alex in Knickers in a Twist, Anders in Silent Woods, Archie in Jaeger’s Lost and Found, and Arlo in Black Blird


    Bjorn in Elevator Pitch


    Cecil in Elevator Pitch, Charlie in Remember Us, Chris in Per Delivery, and Creed in The Maddest of Men


    Daniel in Silent Woods, David in Deadly Sugar, Delron in He Melted Us, and Dylan in The Snowflake


    Elazar in Eight Feet of Magic, Eldred in Worth His Salt, and Elijah in Mind Scrambler 


    Felix in Nine Stones, and Fred in Banger Challenge



    Gael in Jarger’s Lost and Found, Gary in Scary Gary, Gabriel in Pet Delivery, and Grayham in The Maddest of Men 


    Hank in Eight Feet of Magic, Hannes in From All of Us to All of You, and Hush in Pine Tree Mary




    Jason in The Egg Hunt, Jett in Deadly Sugar, Jian in 24 Dates, Jonas in Crazy Joe, John in Once in May, Josh in Deadly Lies, Joshua in Around Seven, and Jules in #PictaBook


    Kace in Kisses and Cabins, Kirk in Nine Stones, and Kol in Mind Scrambler


    Larry in Falling Through, Lars in Acronym, Levi in When Skies Are Gray, and Lukas in Kisses and Cabins


    Madoc in When Skies Are Gray, Mason in Turning Wood, Max in It Doesn’t Translate, Micah in Scary Gary, and Mo in Worth His Salt


    Nash in Black Bird, and Noir in It Doesn’t Translate


    Oswald in Around Seven, and Otho in Turning Wood


    Peter in Knickers in a Twist, Phillipe in He Melted Us, and Phoenix in #PictaBook


    Quincy in Quinny, Focus! and Quinn in Pine Tree Mary


    Roarak in Cup o’ Sugar


    Sam in Cup o’ Sugar, Sandulf in Soul Eater, Santino in Dazzle Me, and Simon in From All of Us to All of You


    Thaddeus in Soul Eater, Theophile in The Snowflake, Tom in Dazzle Me, and Tom in The Egg Hunt (two Toms, FFS?!), Travis in Falling Through, and Tristan in Aiden and Tristan




    Victor in 24 Dates


    William in Quinny, Focus! and William in Remember Us (Two Williams?!!! I wonder if writer have story bibles to avoid this from happening) and Wojtek in Blood on Sand






    Zach from Once in May, Zeppelin from Banger Challenge, and Zoe from Blood on Sand