Christmas is coming to Nortown

Have you started reading your holiday stories? I haven’t read any yet but looks what’s up for pre-order, yay!

Christmas has arrived to Nortown, and someone has to be Santa during a Christmas party at Jen’s café. That someone is no other than Zachary Fane from Once in May.

John isn’t thrilled. He might like to go Jen’s from some pre-opening-hours breakfast, but a café packed with people is not his idea of fun. But no matter how much he wished he could stay at home in his safe, peaceful home, he finds himself at Jen’s watching from afar as Zachary plays the part of Santa.

Luckily the party comes to an end, and one after another people are leaving until John and Santa are the only two remaining. Now, for some reason you are supposed to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you wish for, so John does just that…

Honey Baked (Nortown #5.5) will be published on November 30th, but it’s up for pre-order in some of the shops and will appear in others in just a couple of days.

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Honey Baked

All John wants is to stay at home in peace and quiet, but when the Santa booked for the town’s Christmas party at Jen’s cafe catches a fever, Zachary decides to take his place. It’s just for a few hours, John should be able to take part in the celebrations like any normal person, but instead, he finds himself hiding in the kitchen, eating loads of the delicious honey baked Brie cheese Jen has made.

Zachary loved the town’s Christmas party as a child, and he wants to spread some holiday cheer both to the kids in Nortown and to John. Being Santa is not as easy as he thought it would be, though. And how he’s gonna be able to lure John out of the kitchen and get him to sit on Santa’s lap, he doesn’t know.

Release Day Buried Desires #3

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Today’s the day! Buried Desires #3 has gone live.

If you’re looking for something scary, something funny, something romantic – here you have it! We have a wonderful mix or ghosts, icy serial killers, and tasty young men.


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“Now you think I’m a loon.”

“I know you’re a loon.” I kissed his cheek. “Look, why don’t you let me finish? We only have to dig a bit then we can cement over. Two hours max. You can wait in the van?”

He looked at me incredulously. “Adam, no! Don’t you see? It’s you I’m worried for. Me—I’m just a sad old fucker. No ghost’s going to want me.”

“It’ll be OK.” I pulled him down the steps, thinking the quicker we could start the better. “I promise.”

“OK, OK, but at least let me bring some protection.” I tried not to laugh as he produced the egg whisk and waved it in front like a shield. “I know how it looks, but I’m sure it made the ghost go away that night.”


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“Hey, where did you—oh…” Dylan Mincer. Theo’s breath caught, but before he could smile, Dylan was glaring at him.

“Dylan.” The one breathy word shouldn’t have been audible, but for some reason, the music stopped in the exact same moment as Theo was having a verbal orgasm.

“You two know each other?” Nose-guy smiled, nodded between them, and draped an arm over Dylan’s shoulders. His brain would have looked better on the ground than in his head.

“Never seen him before, but you have, I see.” Dylan turned his glare to Nose-guy who chuckled and Theo pictured a chisel protruding from his neck.

“Nah, we haven’t met before.” Nose-guy nodded towards Theo as if he wanted him to back his story. Theo kept his mouth shut.

“Yeah, right.” Dylan signalled to the bartender. “You hurried off the dance floor and managed to buy a drink for a complete stranger before I could get here.”

The bartender placed a margarita glass with what looked like scooped ice in it in front of Theo, and he tuned out Dylan and Nose-guy. Sure it was Dylan Mincer, but a piece of ice slid down the outside of the glass, reflecting the light.


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“We need to call the cops.” I fished my cell from my pocket but just stared at the locked screen.

“No we fucking don’t.” Grant pulled the phone out of my hand. “We need to go clean up that mess, burn Flora’s dress, and search the guy’s car.”

“Car?” I was so distracted I couldn’t keep up.

“Dude, if that’s the guy who’s been watching your house, his car’s gotta be just up the road somewhere. Maybe he’s got ID in there. If we can find out who he is—”

“Maybe we can figure out what the fuck he wants with me,” Jonathan finished for him.

I nodded and followed them both outside, opening the storage shed for shovels and rakes and dragging out a power washer I’d never realized we even owned. I went about the task of tampering with evidence on autopilot, remembering the similar cleanup just a handful of months earlier. Had that been Flora’s tasty young Paul Newman? I would have to ask her. I didn’t want to ask her. I didn’t want to know the answer.


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Buried Desires 3 – A Horror Anthology 

More tales of love, death and love after death.

Buried Desires is back. And now there’s even more to love. From the ghostly to the grotesque, this time around Buried Desires 3 brings you three tales from horror authors, both old and new, offering up a perfect collection of romance and the macabre.

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The Reluctant Ghost Whisperer by Neptune Flowers

All you need is love, or so they say!

Owning a building company means long hours, lonely days and too much physical labour.

When Adam Barrow employs a fit, capable guy, life begins to look up. His business thrives from the extra muscle, and so does Adam. Being around chatty Johnny really helps the time fly past. Adam is shy and inexperienced in ways of the heart, but very soon his awkwardness eases and he finds himself flirting and having fun.

Johnny Sparrow has a mysterious past and seems to have a knack of stirring up inexplicable presences. From the day he arrives on a motorbike, weird things begin to happen, like strange noises and creepy mists. Even motorbike Angus has a personality!

All you need is love, but can Adam find the strength to confront the ghostly goings-on? Can Johnny find a use for the egg whisk, and can Angus really carry them both to safety?

A story of paranormal divas, supernatural aromas and head-over-heels romance.

Barrow and Sparrow book one.

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The Snowflake by Ofelia Gränd

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.

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Pretty Plastic by Amy Spector

Christopher Minnick is still not a zombie.

Three months after his run-in with the vampire Marcus Gråsson, Christopher’s ankle has healed but his life is anything but perfect. There are people watching the house. Flora’s worried about the scarecrow. And after an unexpected tragedy strikes, Christopher will need to figure out how to deal with the loss without tearing a rift between his brother and himself.

When Victor accepts a job with Pretty, a prestigious private hospital, to work alongside the handsome Austen Poole, Christopher ends up with one more thing to worry about. While it might seem like a dream job, there’s something not quite right in paradise, and when Vic starts acting strangely, Christopher will stop at nothing to get his man back.

When striving for perfection, you sometimes need to get your hands a little dirty.

Instagram Challenge for Writers

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I’m right in the middle (or more like one third into it) of an Instagram Challenge called #IGWritersOct created by Cheyanne Young.

I haven’t done any Instagram challenges before but towards the end of September, I saw Caraway Carter, whom I’ve been in a few anthologies with, post that he’d take part and decided to join.

Every day there is prompt, so hop over to Instagram and follow me (@ofelia.grand) to see my *clears throat* beautiful pictures. Today the prompt is #TeaserTuesday and it reminded me that I earlier this year said I’d do a Teaser Tuesday post every now and then…and then I mostly didn’t. But today’s the day!

The Snowflake will be released tomorrow, so here’s a little snippet from it.

“Dad.”

“Theophile.”

Silence filled the barn, making its walls belly out from the pressure of it.

“Still playing with ice?”

The chainsaw grew heavier in his hands. Theo searched for something to say, but, as usual, no words came to mind. “Sculpting.”

Dad snorted. “Still trying to be an artist?”

“I am one.” And soon, when he’d figured out what his next piece would be, his dad along with the rest of the world would be awestruck by his talent, his innovation, his…another good word that would make the masses bow in reverence.

“Theophile.” He tsked and shook his head. “The world has enough of queer artists trying to milk the stereotype. Grow up and get yourself a real job. You don’t have the grace to play the role.”

Theo couldn’t say what was happening. His mind clouded with black smoke, a roar sounded in his head, and in the next second, he pressed in the two start buttons on his chainsaw.

Blood splattered over the swan as the blade cut into his dad’s skin and continued through muscle and sinew. There was a small kickback as the nose of the blade severed the spine, but Theo gained control of the saw at the same time as the head thudded against the ground

The body collapsed, blood sprayed in pulses, turning the wood shavings almost black. Theo stared for a moment, unable to take it all in.

He’d beheaded his father.

For some reason, he’d always assumed death would be quieter, more…unique.

“Do you think the customer will appreciate the dye?” Cat tilted his head to the side as he watched the sculpture.

The ice was melting, no faster than it should, but talking to Dad had given it a few extra seconds. The blood glimmered like rubies around the swan’s neck and down its chest. “I think it’ll melt away.” Sadly.

Would it be more morally appropriate to bring out the other ice block and start over? But if they didn’t know the swan had been baptised in blood, did it matter?

Cat shrugged the way cats sometimes do and left the barn. Theo followed him with his gaze and then continued to look out through the open door after he’d disappeared from sight.

Filling his lungs with air, he looked down at his father’s head. He came across as so much nicer when he was quiet.


Snowflake
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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.