QSFer Edward Kendrick has a new MM paranormal romance out: Dreams, Memories and Reality.
Philip lives alone with his dog Barnabas, miles from the nearest mountain town. Late one evening, while he and Barnabas are out running, they are attacked by a very handsome male. Philip shoots him, immediately regrets it, and brings him home to deal with his wounds. Soon he realizes there is something very different about the man, beginning with the fact he is unable to speak or understand English.
Adam is different. Other than recalling his name, Ád-hamh, he has no memories, including why he ended up naked in a cave high in the mountains above Philip’s house. He survived on the blood of animals he kills, until the night Philip finds him and brings him home.
Slowly, Philip teaches Adam about his new life. In the process, he discovers things about Adam that will change both their lives forever.
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Giveaway
Edward is giving away an eBook copy (pdf, mobi, or epub) of The Diner with this post – comment below for a chance to win – Blurb: A mysterious man has come to Spirit Falls. John Darkman needs to find out who he is. Noah Graham is also curious about him. When John and Noah discover the real reason Arik is there, it will shock them both. As they are drawn into what is happening in their town, Noah is attracted to Ewan—one of Arik’s men—and John to Arik. The question becomes, can they, and the town, survive the coming horror.
Excerpt
Barnabas growled loudly, tugging angrily at his leash as he lunged at the thing he could see and smell ahead of him, so close and yet out of reach of his jaws. Turning he snapped at Philip, wanting his freedom. Philip jumped in surprise and the leash unfurled from around his hand. With one final pull Barnabas was free. He leapt up, his jaws closing around flesh.
His victim snarled in pain, trying to shake the dog off. Doing so brought him forward into the moonlight outside the cave.
Philip gasped in shock, even as he raised his pistol to point it at the man wrestling with Barnabas. Of all the things he’d expected to find out they’d been following, a man was last on the list. A dead gorgeous man with … He almost dropped his gun when he realized the man had claws and fangs that glinted white under the moon’s light.
“Stay where you are or I’ll shoot,” Philip called out, pointing the pistol at the man’s chest.
The man ignored him, digging his claws into Barnabas’ shoulder until the dog yelped and released his grip on the man’s arm. But Barnabas was tenacious. Whining softly he licked his wound and then attacked again, fastening his jaws on the man’s calf.
The man reached down, his claws going for the dog’s throat.
Philip fired, smiling with grim satisfaction when the man let out a guttural shout as he clutched his side in a vain attempt to staunch the flow of blood from the bullet wound. Going deathly pale the man fell against the rocks at the cave’s opening and then sank slowly to the ground.
Barnabas sensed the battle was at an end and released his grip on the man. Limping a safe distance away, the dog dropped down on his stomach to lick the wound in his shoulder.
Philip inched forward, keeping his pistol ready as he knelt beside the man. “Please don’t move,” he told him. “I’m, well, sorry I guess. I didn’t want to shoot you but you gave me no choice.”
The man raised bewildered eyes to look at him, lifting one hand as if to fend him off and then lowering it.
Feeling that it was safe because the man’s claws had vanished, Philip pocketed the pistol and gingerly reached to tug the man’s hand away from the bullet wound. “Who are you?” he asked as he lifted the hem of the shirt, which he suddenly realized was one of the ones stolen from him.
The man watched silently, not answering the question. He moaned aloud when Philip touched his side.
“I have to see if the bullet’s still in there,” Philip told him, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder to ease him forward.
Author Bio
Born and bred Cleveland, I earned a degree in technical theater, later switched to costuming, and headed to NYC. Finally seeing the futility of trying to become rich and famous in the Big Apple, I joined VISTA—Volunteers in Service to America—ending up in Chicago for three years. Then it was on to Denver, where I put down roots and worked as a costume designer until I retired in 2007.
I began writing a few years ago after joining an online fanfic group. Two friends and I then started a group for writers, where they could post any story they wished, no matter the genre or content. Since then, and for the last seven years, I’ve been writing for publication. My first book came out in February of 2011. Most, but not all, of my work is M/M, either mildly erotic or purely ‘romantic’. More often than not it involves a mystery or action/adventure, and is sometimes paranormal as well.