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Announcement: Destiny’s End, by Tinnean

Destiny's EndQSFer Tinnean has a new paranormal book out:

Many obstacles stand in the way of baronet’s son Warrick Synclaire being with his best friend, Thomas Smythe. Same-sex love is illegal in early 20th Century England, and Warrick is heading for Canada while Thomas is destined for the military college at Sandhurst. Warrick isn’t sure he can bear the separation.

However, the day before Warwick leaves, Thomas persuades him to see a fortune teller. The old gypsy woman’s warnings fail to scare Warwick, but another gypsy, Nicolae, by turns intrigues, arouses, and terrifies him. That night, Nicolae breaks into Warwick’s bedchamber, bedding then biting him. Warwick, unable to process the encounter, convinces himself it was just a bad dream and sails off to Canada to start a new life.

In Canada, Warrick renews his acquaintance with Fox Sullivan, who he first met during the war. Soon the two become lovers, but for Warwick, the relationship is purely physical. Thomas still owns his heart. When he can stand their separation no longer, Warrick returns to his ancestral home in Kent, determined to reunite with Thomas, who now has a lover of his own. But the encounter with Nicolae years earlier changed Warwick considerably. Every full moon he turns into a ravenous creature, which seems able to rule Warwick’s life even during the daytime.

Determined to win over Warrick, Fox sells his medical practice and sails to England. But is he too late to save the man he loves?

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A few miles from Thorny Walk was Greenbriers, the estate of another baronet, Sir Henry Fortescue-Smythe. His youngest son, Thomas, was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. He had white-blond hair and blue-green tourmaline eyes that I could have willingly drowned in. We were the same age, staunch, inseparable friends throughout our boyhood. We did everything together—rode, fished, swam, hunted.

I should have realised it would cause talk, but I didn’t. Thomas was my friend.

My brother Harry had come home on leave and brought with him a fellow officer. Because there was such a disparity between our ages, Harry rarely had anything to say to me, although neither of my brothers were deliberately unkind.

I’d gone to the library to find a book that evening and decided to remain there, avoiding my parents, who were being coldly polite to each other. I curled up in an armchair that must have been there since the flood, and I’d got deep into the book when Harry and his friend came in, having a low-toned conversation.

“We’ll be private enough here, Collyn. Now what was it you had to tell me?”

I was about to rise and let them know they weren’t alone, when I overheard what Collyn was saying.

“You’d best have an eye to that little brother of yours.”

“Half-brother,” Harry corrected. “Why ever for?” As usual, he sounded bored.

“D’you mean to say you haven’t seen the way he looks at your neighbour?”

“Who, Bertie?”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Bertie was Thomas’s brother, older than both Thomas and I, and was usually in Town escorting the young ladies to balls or visiting his friends’ hunting lodges, depending on the season.

“You’re an arse,” Collyn snapped. “I’m referring to the younger one.”

“Thomas? What are you going on about?”

“They seem to be as thick as inkle weavers.”

“They’ve always been like that. They shared a cot when they were infants.”

“In case it’s escaped your notice, they’re neither of them infants. And quite frankly, your brother isn’t hard on the eyes.”

“Do you think so?”

“I do.”

I felt myself blushing. This friend of Harry’s—not to say he was to my taste, but… he thought I was attractive?

“He’s so… dark.” Trust Harry to depress any pretensions. Not that I had many, for while my brothers had the fair good looks of their mother, I had the dark looks of mine, which they’d constantly told me were mediocre at best.

I held my breath and continued listening.

“Some people might find those looks intriguing.”

“You, Collyn? I know what you’re like, and if you touch him—”

“You know I’d never do that. You’re my friend, and I’d never overstep. I just thought… a word to the wise.”

“Very well. I think you’re very wrong, but I’ll mention it to his mother.”

“Not your father?”

The door closed behind them, shutting out Harry’s response to that, and I released the breath I’d been holding. I wondered briefly how Father would have responded to that, but I assumed he’d give it as much interest as he had on learning of the excellent marks I’d received at Eton. They’d been better than Harry’s and almost as good as John’s, but he hadn’t commented at all.

Thomas was my best—my dearest friend. I couldn’t lose him, as I was certain I would if it went about the district there was anything unnatural between us.

I couldn’t let that happen. And yet, if I made any attempt to curtail our friendship, Thomas would be hurt and would want to know the reasons behind it.

The book dropped from my hand, and I began worrying a thumbnail, trying to come up with a way to keep our friendship safe.


I was no closer to a solution by the next evening, and the condition of my fingernails made that evident.

I changed for dinner, ran a hand over my hair and tugged at the hem of my dinner jacket, then went downstairs. Father escorted Mother into the dining room and seated her, and I waited for him to sit at the head of the table before I took my own seat on his left. It was just the three of us, since Harry and his friend had returned to their regiment.

For the most part, the meal was silent with only the sounds of our cutlery coming into contact with the fine china interrupting it.

“You’ll have to do something about that milkmaid, Sir John,” Mother finally said as she sliced her lamb.

“What did you want me to do?” Father swirled the wine in his glass, seeming more interested in that than in anything Mother might say. Which was the way it usually was between the two of them.

“Turn her off. She’s—” Mother slid a glance in my direction. “She’s a bad influence on the men.”

“She simply has a healthy…um… appetite.”

“How are you aware of this? Have you sampled her charms?”

“I’d hardly be likely to, my love. She’s a milkmaid. However, she’s well enough for randy young men.” This time it was Father who glanced in my direction.

“Warrick, leave the table.”

Although I was no longer in the infantry, I knew better than to object that I hadn’t finished my dinner. I left, but Mother had planted the seed of an idea in my brain.

Instead of going to my room, as Mother no doubt thought I would, I hurried out to the stables. “Saddle Monte if you please,” I asked the groom who was polishing tack.

He didn’t say anything about how I was dressed, just touched his forelock and set about obeying me.

Author Bio

Tinnean has been writing since the 3rd grade, where she was inspired to try her hand at epic poetry. Fortunately, that epic poem didn’t survive the passage of time; however, her love of writing not only survived but thrived, and in high school she became a member of the magazine staff, where she contributed a number of stories. 

It was with the advent of the family’s second computer – the first intimidated everyone – that her writing took off, enhanced in part by fanfiction, but mostly by the wonder that is copy and paste.

While involved in fandom, she was nominated for both Rerun and Light My Fire Awards. Now she concentrates on her original characters and has been published by Nazca Plains, Dreamspinner, JMS Books, and Wilde City, as well as being self-published. Recent novels have received honorable mention in the 2013, 2014, and 2015 Rainbow Awards, and two of the 2014 submissions were finalists.

A New Yorker at heart, she resides in SW Florida with her husband and two computers.

Ernest Hemingway’s words reflect Tinnean’s devotion to her craft: Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.

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2 thoughts on “Announcement: Destiny’s End, by Tinnean”

  1. Thank you, Scott! As I may have mentioned (or maybe not, since the brain is like Swiss cheese at times) this is the start of a definite trilogy and possible quadrology, and it has/will have ties to Greater Love Hath No Man and Darling James. One of the things I’m passionate about is connecting the characters from one series to another. :-)


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