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‘Shy Girls Series’

Betsy is a character that has been with me for a long time. Over the years, she changed, developed, and grew along with my daughters and my oldest granddaughters, before finally coming into her own.

She, now, has her own coming of age problems to face, adventures to explore, and plenty of romance to discover! Betsy earned her place of becoming the 1st Short Story in my new ‘Shy Girls Series’.

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Bashful Betsy (Short Story #1 of the Shy Girls Series)

A Young Adult Romance Series

By D. B. Mauldin

Blurb:

After living a sheltered life, Betsy goes away to College. She succeeds in putting miles between herself and her strict father. To her dismay, Betsy remains shy. Despite her shyness, she develops her first crush. What will Betsy do when her crush shows interest in her and invites her to the Valentine’s Dance? Will Betsy say ‘yes’?

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A Treacherous FLAME – Cover Reveal

Flame by Amber Skye Forbes

A Treacherous Flame – Cover Reveal

Author: Amber Skye Forbes

Benjamin Fairchild, interrogator at Usiburn Tower, is in charge of extracting confessions from witches–and then killing them. His methods are brutal. From crushing thumbs to cutting out tongues, Benjamin is not afraid to use the most extreme methods to get what he wants.

On a crusade to eliminate every last witch he can, Benjamin is currently tasked with a young girl named Emily. She proves to be a most difficult case. Trying to convince Benjamin of her innocence is impossible when he is certain that witches are the biggest embodiment of sin. However, Emily will force Benjamin to discover a secret about himself that threatens to undo everything he has been taught.

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Amber Skye Forbes is a dancing writer who prefers pointe shoes over street shoes, 

leotards over skirts, and ballet buns over hairstyles. She loves striped tights and bows 

and will edit your face with a Sharpie if she doesn’t like your attitude. She lives in Augusta, Georgia where she writes dark fiction that will one day put her in a psychiatric ward…again. 

But she doesn’t care because her cat is a super hero who will break her out. 

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A Treacherous FLAME goes on sale: November 10, 2015

His Revenge Launch

Announcing His Revenge by John W. Howell is now available in paper and ebook on Amazon and KDP Select

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The sequel to My GRL titled His Revenge is available and a new story continues where My GRL left off.

His Revenge is available in the US in Paper and Kindle editions

In Canada in Paper and Kindle editions

In the UK in Paper and Kindle editions

Here is the blurb:

America loves John Cannon, its newest hero, and the President wants to present him with the highest civilian medal for bravery for saving the Annapolis midshipman from a terrorist plot to destroy them. While in Washington for the award ceremony, John unwillingly becomes an accomplice in another plan by the same group to attack the credibility of the US President and the stability of the worldwide oil market. There is no way out as John either becomes a traitor to America or causes thousands of innocent people to die if he refuses.

The second John J Cannon Thriller moves from a barrier Island off the coast of Texas to Washington DC, then to Northern California, and finally to Ecuador. John is on the receiving end of an offer he cannot, refuse. His avowed enemy Matt Jacobs now wants John to help him shake the reputation of the US in the world political arena and disrupt confidence in the government at home. If John refuses, Matt plans to murder innocent Americans including John’s latest relationship. John’s only way out is to pretend to go along with the plan and hope for a miracle.

Excerpt from Chapter one

The water rushes over my head. I’m sinking and don’t know why. With my breath held, I have trouble stopping the air from escaping since the pressure drives the air up and out. I try to keep my mouth closed, but the water pressure pushes the air out more and more. Will I pass out? In the distance, the light is dim. To rise to the surface in time might not be possible─I need to breathe right now. Toward ending the pain in my chest, my rambling mind rationalizes taking a deep breath—even knowing it will end my life. In conflict with the irrational thought of ending it, my body won’t let me suck in the water, as it fights to retain the little bit of oxygen left to fuel my brain.

The despair is nearly overwhelming, and my mind considers other ways to battle the feeling. What more could I have done with my life? The pressure becomes more intense, and I’m about to lose it all, and I decide I’ve lived the way I wanted and have no regrets. I close my eyes and hear only the roar of the sea. I’m so tired. Exhausted. Sleep will fix everything, and I want to give in

About the author

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John’s main interests are reading and writing. He turned to writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive career in business. John writes fictional short stories and novels as well as a blog at http://www.johnwhowell.com. John lives on a barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico off the coast of south Texas with his wife and spoiled rescue pets. He can be reached at his e-mail johnhowell.wave@gmail.com, Facebook https://www.facebook.com/john.howell.98229241or Twitter at @HowellWave

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His first novel, My GRL, is available on Amazon and wherever e-books are sold.

The Chronicles of Xannia, Book 1 and Book 2

Chronicles of Xannia PosterI am a big fan of M.J. Moores writings, and fell in love with The Chronicles of Xannia, Book 1, Time’s Tempest. Book 2, Cadence of Consequences, was just released on September 28, 2015. I have already devoured it and am patiently waiting for Book 3.

If you haven’t read Time’s Tempest yet, I recommend that you do.

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You can read my review at: https://mauldinfamily1.wordpress.com/2014/10/28/times-tempest-the-chronicles-of-xannia-1-book-review/

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Time’s Tempest:

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Cadence of Consequences

The Chronicles of Xannia, Book 2, Cadence of Consequences

Book Title – Cadence of Consequences: The Chronicles of Xannia, Part Two

Genre – SFF

Book Blurb

She risks losing her life above-ground, in the city she loves, and for what? Possibly harming the innocent if she remains hidden below…

Trapped in a foreign Underground world, Taya battles inner demons and alienation as the man she promised to protect… to love… remains firmly planted in the government’s cross-hairs; hell bent on fulfilling his destiny to change the world. Constantly accosted by a fanatic sect of the Followers of Light, praising her as a false goddess in a religion she never truly believed in, Taya searches for something to return a sense of meaning and purpose in her life. As her skepticism for the impending coup grows so too does Gerrund’s lack of trust, undermining not only her sense of self-worth but their ability to overthrow a corrupt government.

Even as Taya desperately works to establish a communication network spanning the Deserts in an effort to keep a promise she never should have made, her past interferes causing any sense of the future to spiral out of control. It is up to Taya to fix herself and her fractured relationships in order to embrace her destiny and help two very different men attempt to alter the course of history.

Excerpt

Crossing Centre Street, just down the road from my building, I dug in my bag to retrieve the key-cards to the apartment. The front and back entrances required one, the mailbox and the interior lower stairwells another. A bio-chip reader stored my DNA in its memory. It was meant to allow only residents access to the apartment building: old, repurposed tech Gerrund and his cronies were able to amass without suspicion, became useful in this world of exiles, rock and replicated sunlight.

A woman with pale blue skin and gold coliths sitting at an outdoor café, reminded me of the poet, Merik, I’d once travelled the Deserts with. Leaving her half-eaten breakfast, the woman looked from something in her hand to me and back again several times. I gripped my bag and continued the half-block to my building. I shouldn’t have made eye contact.

“Zimi,” the woman said, weaving her way around the other patio tables.

“Zimi!” she said louder. I walked faster. I didn’t want to run and risk drawing even more attention. I didn’t know if she was an FOL, Follower of Light, or survivor of the incident. My heart bruised my chest as it tried to break free and force its way up into my throat.

No. Not again. Please Zola.

Other bystanders and pedestrians took notice of the woman following me, their heads turning or looking up from broken conversations. I risked a glance behind me. The woman waved something in the air above her head as she ran through the crowd. Suddenly, my hat was snatched by a stranger. I raised my hands to grab it back. The Nirian man holding it stared at the starburst-shaped scar covering my palms.

“Emvaso-al,” he whispered. Child of the Sun. It felt like my blood drained from my head into my legs, making it harder to move, to run.

The woman’s chants turned to desperate pleas, “Emvaso-al! Emvaso-al, please!”

People closed in around me. I tried to push through and break free, find an opening somewhere. But the closer I got to any one person, the more hands reached out for me. They grabbed my clothing, took my watch-scarf away, stroked my face, my hair. The air filled with an onslaught of voices and cries for help.

“Emvaso-al, please! Just touch them. Touch their faces. They need you Emvaso-al,” said the woman from the cafe.

“Child of the Sun, I’m in need of your guidance –” an old woman begged, pulling at the hem of my shirt.

Tick tick, tick tick, tick…

“Zimi, please touch my child’s cheek. Zimi–” said the man who’d grabbed my hat.

“Child of the Light, say a prayer for my daughter,” came another voice.

“My children are dying, give them peace, give them warmth, daughter of Zerameteth.”

Tick tick, tick tick, tick… The voice of the old watch ricocheted in my head with the absence of my wrist scarf. My sensitive half-Talian hearing magnified the sound and brought with it echoes of more than just my nightmares.

“Here, he’s right here.” The man dropped my hat, picked up his son and held the young child before me. “Let your spirit protect him.”

“Zimi, give me grace for long life. I have much yet to live for, my own children to protect,” crooned the old woman.

“And I,” chimed in an equally old man. “My family are lost to me. Guide my heart to find them before the Kronik–”

The father and the boy, the café woman, sick children, worried adults, all shifting places and changing faces – touching, grabbing, pleading, begging for me to do something I couldn’t.

Tick tick, tick tick, tick…

They demanded I be their saviour; that I help them when I couldn’t even help myself.

My knees trembled. My body shook with a scream trapped in my throat. I couldn’t hurt these people in order to save myself, not again, but I had to get out of there. I turned one way, then another. A new face, a new plea, a new sorrow crashed over me.

Another shift in the crowd. A void in the mass of bodies. My building became a beacon, waiting for me. Seizing my chance, I sprang forward and burst through the assembled masses. Like wild-fire, I consumed the distance between me and promised solitude.

Crashing through the main doors a nano-second after the bio-recognition sequence unlocked my sanctuary, I didn’t look back. I raced down the hall of the main level to the central staircase. Using another mini key-card I yanked the stairwell door open, ran up to the second floor, and careened down the hall to my apartment. Jamming the third mini-card against the bio reader above my mail basket, I wrenched the knob, slipped in, and slammed the door.

Tick tick, tick tick, tick…

Book Review

M.J. Moores adds another level to the world of Xannia; an underground world that few know exists. Cadence of Consequences, Book 2 of The Chronicles of Xannia, is action packed, descriptive, well written, and full of personality. The story is told by several points of view and keeps the reader on their toes with the question, “what is going to happen next?”

Along with the above-ground world of Xannia, author, M.J. Moores, takes the reader back to the deserts for further exploration, and expands the under-ground world with great detail. New characters are introduced and fit in rather nicely.

I loved book 2 as much as I loved book 1, and highly recommend it to all readers of fantasy and science fiction.

I was provided a PDF copy from the author, in exchange for an honest review. 5 Stars

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Short Author Bio – M. J. Moores began her career as an English teacher in Ontario, Canada. Her love of storytelling and passion for writing has stayed with her since the age of nine. M. J. relishes tales of adventure and journeys of self-realization. She enjoys writing in a variety of genres but speculative fiction remains her all time favourite. M.J. is a regular contributor to Authors Publish Magazine and she runs an Emerging Writers website called Infinite Pathways where she offers editing services and platform building opportunities. Her debut novel Time’s Tempest is currently available in print and e-book with Book 2 launching September 28th, 2015.

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‘Pretty Things’ Book Interview

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The Grimm Chronicles

Pretty Things

A Robber Bridegroom Tale

Author, Christine Haggerty

Book Interview

What can you tell us about the main character, Maddie, without giving too much away?

Maddie is jealous of the attention her father has been giving her new stepmother, and she starts seeking attention from other boys.

Is Maddie’s stepmother a typical evil stepmother?

Maddie’s stepmother isn’t evil as much as she’s misunderstood by her stepdaughter. Joanna, the stepmother in the story, has quite a past of her own.

What is the “Evil Stepmother Syndrome”?

It’s mostly Maddie’s excuse for behaving the way she does. She blames every hardship in her life on the new woman in the house rather than being accountable for her own choices.

Why did Maddie’s father take her to the town square in a livestock wagon?

Maddie was naughty. 🙂

What is the significance of a house in the woods?

The house in the woods is part of the original fairy tale. It’s scary to get in there, and even scarier to get out.

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When Maddie’s father catches her with a boy, he hauls her into town in a pig wagon and finds her a husband. But Peter’s cabin in the woods promises something very different than Maddie’s happily ever after. 

Pretty Things, a retelling of “The Robber Bridegroom,” is the first novella in the Grimm Chronicles series. Warning: not your granny’s fairytales!

Buy It Now!

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Shadow Stalker: Shadows’ Betrayal (Episode 3) – Book Review

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Shadow Stalker: Shadows’ Betrayal (Episode 3)

Synopsis:

The Council of Elders on the Dark Isle, the home of the shadow stalkers, have refused to allow their people to help the Coalition in the war against the Galvadi Empire. Now the Coalition is in danger of falling to their enemy. If this happens, the shadow stalkers will have no ally against the empire.

After seeing Kado’s vision and learning what she will become, Auren is terrified of leaving the Dark Isle. It seems the Council of Elders may be plotting against her, despite her willingness to remain on the island.

To escape the tensions being placed on them by the council, Kado and Auren leave their village to explore the Dark Isle, but there are worse things lurking in the islands forests than the power hungry council.

Blurb:

After seeing the monster she will become, Auren swears not to leave the Dark Isle. Despite that, the elders are conspiring against her. To escape their scheming, she and Kado decide to explore the Dark Isle. But worse things await them in the forests.

Teaser:

“The council thinks that your bond with Auren’s mother corrupted you, and that

you’re not seeing the danger that she represents,” Cathnor said.

Kado snorted. “I’m the one who is corrupt, while they presume to do everything in

their power to prevent our people from having a Foramar.”

“I know. Do you know what they are up to?”

“They want Auren incapacitated,” Kado said in a low tone and hesitated. “I believe

some of them may even want her…”

Shadow Stalker: Shadows’ Betrayal (Episode 3) Book Review 

Episode 3 of author Renee Scattergood’s serialized novel, Shadow Stalker, is a must read. It delves deeper into the lives and thoughts of the main characters, gives a hint of the wrath of Selyn and the council, and the reader learns that Auren has some living relatives.

Shadow Stalker (Episode 3) is a well-written episode that leads the reader through much action and many emotions: anger, fear, forgiveness, love, and acceptance.

Kado and Auren go on a trip, leaving the village and its animosities behind for a while. As they walk along the trail, Kado teaches Auren more about the Dark Isles and the dangerous plants that live there. Kado is taking Auren to meet her uncle, aunt, and cousins, but do they make it there?

I found Shadow Stalker: Shadows’ Betrayal (Episode 3) to be a fantastic read; probably my favorite, so far.

I highly recommend Episode 3 to all fantasy and science fiction lovers.

5/5 Stars

Renee Scattergood

Renee Scattergood is the author of the YA Fantasy series, Shadow Stalker. She lives in Australia with her husband, Nathan, their daughter, Taiya, and their four furry friends. She prefers to spend her free time with her family and reading fantasy novels.

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Second on the Right – Media Kit

‘Second on the Right’ by Elizabeth Los, is a wonderful fantasy novel. I received an early PDF copy to read and review. I loved it! You can view my Book Review at:
https://mauldinfamily1.wordpress.com/2014/05/02/second-on-the-right-by-elizabeth-los-a-book-review/

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Blurb:
Spawned from an ancient promise, treachery and intrigue follow the protagonists through our world and one lost to the waves. Bound by an invisible bond, they are thrust into a fantastical world of pirates and demons.

James Benedict is a just man haunted by evil. Pushed to the edge, everything stripped from him, a new man arises . . . a man whose name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it: “Captain Hook”.

Eileen Davis was a timid woman. Through a fateful cruise she finds herself in the company of the Captain of the Mistral Thief. With his guidance, and the meddling of the local barista, she eventually finds her inner strength.

Will the two of them unite through time to fulfill the promise of their ancestors or will tempers ignite leading all to failure?

Genres: Fantasy

Excerpt (short):

Eileen woke with a start. Carefully, she peeled back the privacy sheet. A lump caught in her throat. The cabin door was open. She frowned. In the dim moonlight, a shadow stood just within the captain’s quarters. It moved. Her heart raced. She blinked, then stared. The dark silhouette glided silently. She watched, unbelieving. The shape loomed over the captain. She released the sheet.

He doesn’t know. He’s still asleep. I have to do something. But what? Her thoughts rattled through her mind. She had to be quick.

As quiet as possible, she slipped from her hammock. Her stocking feet made no sound. She crouched. Her fingers slid down her leg until they found her dagger. She removed the blade. Her hand trembled as she pulled back the sheet. Squinting, she could make out the shape. She rose. The floor creaked under her shifting weight.

Red eyes stared at her from across the room. They seemed to float in midair. She held her breath. The hairs on the back of her neck rose. She blinked. The eyes grew larger. She looked to the door. When she looked back, the eyes were closer. She panicked. The shadow lunged towards her.

Eileen screamed. “Captain! Captain, wake up!” She stomped on the floor boards and yelled, “Smythe! Anyone! The captain’s in danger!”

The creature howled.

Eileen swung her dagger at the intruder. He slid to the right. She slashed. He slipped to the left. She thrust. Her blade met air. He moved with little effort. And now, he drew closer. She slashed haphazardly. She hit nothing.

The shadow hissed. She felt a rush of wind. The creature flew at her. A powerful blow to the chest, her back slammed into the wall. She tried to defend herself. Another rush of wind and her dagger was knocked out of her hand. Her head hit the wall. Sliding to the floor, she felt cold. She heard a raspy inhalation. Looking up she was met with red eyes that glared at her. A cold breeze wrapped around her. She tried for her dagger, but it was gone. As she struggled for breath, her hearing diminished. The shadow loomed over her. Eileen’s vision tunneled until darkness enveloped her and there was nothing.

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Excerpt (long):
The night grew its darkest, just before dawn, when every man aboard the Mistral Thief heard a strange triumphant crow. Benedict shot up with a start. Recognizing the familiar sound, he grabbed hold of his sword and burst out onto the deck. He could make out the figure of the boy, Peter.

He heard the sound of his crew, spooked by the noise of what shouldn’t be on board a ship. They scurried to light the deck lamps. As the light grew stronger, Benedict could see more clearly a petite figure on the mast, hands on hips, weapon at the side. Glancing back to the deck, he saw James coming from below. Benedict decided to hold off on approaching the figure, knowing of James’ desire for revenge. He kept a watchful eye, fully aware of James’ tendency to act on impulse.

“Peter,” James said in a low growl. “Show yourself!” he shouted.

“That crow. I’ve heard that before,” Benedict commented.

Peter alighted onto the railing with such ease and grace it irritated James. He gave a slight bow, as if observing the niceties. Pulling one of two bags from his belt, he held it up in his hand. James held the sheath of his sword with his hook, struggling only momentarily to hurriedly unsheathe it.

Peter laughed and shook his bag, “Need a hand?” He laughed even more, causing chills to run through James.

James advanced towards him, but stopped short. Peter had reached into the bag he had been holding and had removed a rotting hand, with fingers missing. It was all too familiar to James: his right hand. James and Benedict cringed, disgusted at the sight.

Peter tossed it at James, who jumped back in disgusted. The splat of soft, wet flesh hit the wood, matching the feeling in the pit of their stomachs. Laughing, Peter spun up in flight, and landed back down on the deck, retrieving the hand. Pieces had been left behind from its initial fall.

“No? Much happier with a hook, are we? You’re welcome,” he sneered. “There’s one who would appreciate a hand, yours, in fact.” He floated to the railing to glance at the waters below. “Come, take a look. I promise I won’t bite,” he grinned, taking several steps away to allow James to draw near.

James and Benedict cautiously took a glimpse. What they saw was the shadowy shape of an enormous crocodile.

James said to him, “Impossible. They can’t grow that large, can they?”

Benedict had no response. He had never seen one that large. In the water, the crocodile, nearly twenty meters long, ticked and hissed. The sounds were eerily similar to a clock.

Benedict and James peered down again at the beast. The crocodile thrashed and clawed its way partially up the side of the Mistral Thief. Sweat dampened James’ brow. Benedict looked at Peter, who was now dangling the remaining portion of what he assumed was James’ right hand over the side of the ship. The crocodile leapt from the water, greatly desiring either the hand of James or James himself.
Both James and Benedict cringed, though it was James that moved away from the railing. The scratching of the crocodile’s claws on the side of the ship seemed to make him tremble. Peter laughed maniacally, and tossed James’ hand to the crocodile.

“You’ve been using it for bait?” James looked at Peter, horror and disgust evident on his face. “This is all a game to you.”

Pan. He hasn’t aged. Should I tell James? Benedict thought. His eyes shifted in James’ direction. He needs to know.

James pointed his sword at Peter. “What do you want?” He shouted.

Peter unsheathed his knife, circling around the deck. James followed suit. Occasionally, Peter would tap the end of his sword. However, Benedict knew James was a man of indomitable courage. James held his sword steady, firmly in his left hand, his hook slightly hidden behind him. His eyes were cold as steel. At that moment, James appeared to be in complete control of his emotions and actions. Benedict couldn’t help but beam proudly at what he had done for James.

“What do I want?” Peter asked himself thoughtfully. He looked back at James, his eyes glowing faintly red. “I want you to pay,” but he stopped. “Then again, perhaps you are suffering a bit. After all, I’m finding your son to be a delicious addition to my lost boys.” He ended this with a slight hiss.

“I’ve done nothing to you,” James replied. “I believe you’re the one that will pay for taking my family.”
Benedict subtly moved closer to James. He could see how the boy was manipulating James, using the loss of Eileen and Robbie to rile him to the point of pure rage. Benedict knew all too well how easy it was to make James angry.

“Jas,” he said in quiet warning, seeing James’ shoulders rise and fall more frequently.

James voice wavered, “What are you?”

Benedict hesitated to offer his knowledge. What would it serve but to merely fan the flame the boy had started. Quietly he said to James, “Me thinks he’s Pete, a boy I met years ago. Feeds off humans.”
“Explain, please,” James murmured to Benedict, not taking his eyes off Peter.

“Not quite o’ changeling. Thought ta be mere legend, but I’d seen it with me own eyes. A powerful creature, though from what world, I’m not sure. Feeds off tha young, slow and sure ta stay alive. No doubt, yer boy be one he’s feedin’ on,” he explained.

Peter held a penetrating gaze at Benedict. “Oooohh. You’re a rather smart one, aren’t you? But I am at a disadvantage. You seem to know me, but I do not recognize you.” The boy’s face scrunched up in contemplation until he seemed to have an epiphany, “The one who set me free! You’re so…old!”
James looked over at the captain. “You set him free?” he whispered angrily. “Why am I not surprised?”
Benedict did his best to avoid eye contact. He knew he would have to explain all of this later. Perhaps he’ll forget. Not likely though.

“It’s true.” Peter said with a grinned. “I did feed on her. The red hair had to go.” He made a violent motion as he spoke.

“Jas,” Benedict warned, seeing James tense, the muscles in his jaw tightened.

James waved him off, stepping forward.

Peter continued. “Her white skin, so soft and supple. Her screams of terror and pain, delicious. Oh, she was wonderful!” He paused for a moment, then finished, “Particularly the chewy center within.” With the last sentence, his wicked eyes fell on James.

James screamed in anguish. He charged for Peter. Benedict reached out to stop him, but he was too slow. Peter flew up to the top of the mast. James, whose momentum had gotten the better of him, teetered at the rail. The crocodile waited eagerly below. James grunted in an effort to push himself back.
Peter howled in laughter, pointing, mocking and pantomiming actions as if he were James falling over the railing. James ran to the ropes, set to climb. Benedict shouted, but James didn’t hear. Not being heeded, he and a few crewmen pounced on him, holding him down.

“Take him ta me quarters!” he barked at the bo’sun. They held James, who thrashed violently. It took five men to drag James into the captain’s quarters and slam the doors shut. Benedict addressed Peter, “Ye best be leavin’ now, or ye be facin’ my wrath.”

Peter shrugged off the threat. “I have no quarrel with you, old man.” He jumped off the mast, floating high above. “Tell him I’ll be waiting, in Neverland.” And he flew off.

Benedict rubbed his sore eyes. “I’m gettin’ too old fer this.”

At his quarters, Benedict’s hand stopped at the door. James’ screams of rage could be heard from within. Benedict opted to take his time. Making a course adjustment, he continued towards El Tiburón.

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Language: English
ISBN-10: 1492340480
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Author Bio
Elizabeth uses writing as therapy, her release from everyday stress. At night, after work and once the children are finally tucked in bed, for the fifth time, she sits at her laptop and lets her imagination flow.

Elizabeth has produced short stories, one of which will be published in an anthology. She’s had fun writing a Sherlock Holmes fan fiction story, A Case of Need, based on the BBC’s Sherlock. By July 2011, her first novel, Second on the Right, had been completed. She spent several years polishing the story in order to provide a high quality product to the public. Second on the Right is her first professional novel.

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