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ANNOUNCEMENT: Waylaid, by Jo Tannah

Waylaid

QSFer Jo Tannah has a new MM Paranormal book out:

The world is in chaos. From the gates of hell come the monsters and beasts that myths and legends are made of.

Phantom Hunters Book 0

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Excerpt

“Meredith, look,” Bobby’s hushed, excited voice said beside him.
“What is it?” Meredith said, not bothering to open his eyes, trying to enjoy the last remnants of the chill that lingered. It was one of his favorite times of the day. It would be hot in another hour or so, and nighttime was hours away.
“It’s Mrs. Zenner, she’s bent over!”
His eyes flashed open, and Meredith looked curiously in the direction Freddy and Bobby were pointing. By the crossroads in the distance, a bedraggled woman stood beside a makeshift garbage container. She looked oddly upside down, with her ass high in the air and her long hair falling in a mess of tangled waves upon the damp grass, her head nearly touching the ground. The hairs on his arms stood on end as Meredith took in the peculiar sight.
“Is she going to turn into a rifter, Meredith?”
“Don’t be silly. She’s just looking for something, or she’s probably lost, Bobby,” Meredith said dismissively. Although he found the sight of the woman discomfiting, it was not the first time he’d seen the poor woman lose her grip on sanity. “Go back to sleep.”
“Meredith, she’s going to turn into a rifter,” Freddy said matter-of-factly.
“Don’t say that, Freddy. We should take pity on her. Remember she lost her husband and son to that car accident two months ago? And there’s no such thing as a rifter. Now, sit down properly before you fall off the wagon and hurt yourself.”
“Yes, Meredith,” Freddy said, sounding chastened. “But she’s not looking for something. She’s going to be a rifter.”

Author Bio

I am a wife, mother and blogger by day, a writer by night. It can be  difficult to say the least but it is a challenge that keeps me on my toes.
I grew up listening to folk tales my father and nannies told either to entertain us children or to send home a message. These narratives I kept with me and finally I wrote them down in a journal way back when I kept one. Going through junk led to a long forgotten box and in it was the journal. Reading over the stories of romance, science fiction and horror I had taken time to put to paper, brought to light that these were tales I never met in my readings.
The tales I write are fictional but all of them are based on what I grew up with and still dream about. That they have an M/M twist is simply for my pleasure. And I hope, yours as well.
Twitter: @Jo Tannah

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