Synopsis
Dylan Matthews lives in a world of fantasy. As a video game designer, there are no limits on how far or wide his imagination could stretch. He loves his work and excels at bringing the visions in his head to a game console. The luck of his Irish heritage seems to touch him when his prototype Zombie ApoXalypse is bought days after he inherits a mansion in the heart of the Appalachian mountains. Life is indeed magical.
As the fantasies in his head become reality and the monsters of nightmares crawl through the forest, can Dylan forgive broken promises to protect the Croi? There is no pause button when the Fae and human worlds collide. Will Dylan have what it takes to master the maze and win Ansleigh’s freedom?
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Excerpt:
“Your employer called yesterday to remind you to check your email. He mentioned your meeting went very well.” Silas returned to the wardrobe for socks and placed them with the other items.
“My laptop?” Dylan moaned. “It was in the truck. Were they able to recover it before it was towed?” Silas turned around and started to shake his head. His eyes snapped from Dylan’s face to somewhere just behind him. Dylan turned but only caught a flash of something bright. “Thank God,” he breathed when he saw the slim Dell computer sitting on the nightstand.
“Apparently, it was saved,” Silas muttered.
“Wait a minute.” Dylan frowned. “I went alone on the trip to New York.”
“Yes, you did,” Silas agreed, hands tucked behind his back and a serene smile on his face.
“Then how was Leigh injured in the wreck?” Dylan asked. The headache intensified as he strained to remember details. “There weren’t any other cars. I remember wondering where they were. I was still almost twenty miles away from the Grotto.”
“If you’ll excuse me a moment, I believe Aggie has your broth ready and a nice cup of tea to go with it. There is some pain medication there on the nightstand. I suggest you take a couple when the tea arrives.” Silas backed out of the room, leaving Dylan even more confused. He remembered the meeting, stopping at Starbucks and then…the weird storm that came out of nowhere. Things went fuzzy after that. He distinctly remembered voices. A male and female; arguing. Was it the medics, and if so why bring him here instead of the hospital? Memories shifted and swirled. An image popped into his mind immediately followed by fear. Tor-Gale. The name snapped into his mind.
He needed pen and paper. He lunged for the side of the bed, or rather tried to. It was more a pained fall to one side. Battling dizziness and nausea, he hooked a finger around the handle, pulled the drawer open and sighed in relief to find a notepad and pencil. Slowly, he returned to an upright position and focused on the image roaring through his mind. His hand flew over the page and in only a few minutes the weather monster stared up at him from the pad. There was no way had he seen that in the sky behind his truck. He must have really knocked the hell out of his head.
About the author
#1 Best Selling Author of Grand Slam, J.T. Cheyanne is a genre crosser who writes romance and paranormal in the m/m and m/f genres. J.T. Cheyanne resides in the beautiful state of Alabama. J.T. lives with her two sons and daughter. An avid reader since fourth grade, she has only just started writing her own stories. She also has several works published with her co-author, V.L. Moon.Social Links:
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