To give you a taste of what’s in store, I’ll be sharing samples of my available books. For the end of 2022, as I’ve run out of “available to buy” books to showcase, I’ll be giving you a RARE insight into some WIPs.
I’ll use the 7/7 Challenge (where authors post seven lines from page 7 of their WIP) as inspiration. I’ll be posting (approximately) 7 paragraphs of page 7 (unless they have spoilers, then I’ll choose the previous/next chapter) If more is needed, for context, then I’ll add more.
The Boys Who Didn’t Love Me
The Chosen One. Necromancer. Dangerous.
Titles storm was given at birth. The prophesy child. The weapon that would save the world.
At barely eighteen, he failed. Losing everyone he’d ever loved. Massacring the last powerful coven in revenge. Forever haunted by all he saw and did that night.
Sole survivor. Murderer. Rogue.
Titles Storm embraced as he abandoned the world that betrayed him. But no one can hide forever. After fourteen years, he has the chance to go back. To undo it all. To go back to before he lost everything and fulfill the prophesy.
Lies. Secrets. Danger.
What awaits Storm is a life he never lived; a life he never could have imagined. One deviation changes everything, and he’ll discover that not everyone is what they seem. And not everyone can be trusted.
With the help of old friends and new, instincts bred from suspicion, and magic beyond his understanding, Storm is going to play a game of cat and mouse with time itself, and fight to save all those boys who didn’t love him…and discover that the one boy who did love him was never even on his radar.
A few feet from the Poppy field, a mile from his study area, Denver’s familiar voice made him pause. Straining to listen to what he’d said while wondering what he was doing here, Storm inched closer.
“Foley, come back!” Denver shouted.
Storm wavered, as the wind slashed, his mind filling with a snapshot of confusing images. Foley standing beside Denver’s prone body, screaming and crying. Denver lying on the ground, in the mud and the rain, unseeing eyes staring at the sky. A young boy’s voice in his head saying words that made no sense.
Denver. Foley. Ithen. Storm.
Take him to his ascension. Save us!
Shaking off the memory…dream?…nightmare? Storm waited until his knees stopped shaking and took another step. He reached the hulking great tree of Adam’s Grove, a tree his father’s great-great-grandfather had planted when the Tera first claimed this land.
From his vantage point, hidden from view by the three feet wide trunk, and his friends not expecting him, Storm observed but remained unseen.
Denver stood by the den they’d made when they were kids, eyes downcast, his demeanour radiating disappointment and sadness. Something in Storm told him to go to his friend, but something deeper said “not now’.
The wind whispered “see…look…watch’. He couldn’t trust his mind, but he could always trust the wind.
His friends were arguing about their parents’. Not an uncommon occurrence, but something he thought they’d settled years ago when Foley first became friends with them. Elitist witches, his parents thought he shouldn’t befriend a human and a necromancer. Foley had never cared, but Denver’s parents’ hadn’t known magic existed. Not until Foley’s magic created a fire in their living room, four years ago.
Gladys had been forced to explain to the humans that witches, mages and demons existed. That their son had befriended the Chosen One. Someone who could raise the dead, once he was older.
Storm couldn’t blame them for not being welcoming. Ever since, neither Foley nor Denver mentioned it. They joked often enough, with the usual if you don’t stop being an ass I’m going to tell my parents.’
Why had they resurrected the argument now?
Was it a coincidence it coincided with his strange day? The night he was due to ascend to his full abilities? Were they arguing because of him?
Storm didn’t see it coming. One minute they argued, Denver more heatedly than Foley. The next, they were kissing, and the bottom dropped out of his world.
Elaine White is the author of multi-genre MM romance, celebrating ‘love is love’ and offering diversity in both genre and character within her stories.
Growing up in a small town and fighting cancer in her early teens taught her that life is short and dreams should be pursued. She lives vicariously through her independent, and often hellion characters, exploring all possibilities within the romantic universe.
The Winner of two Watty Awards – Collector’s Dream (An Unpredictable Life) and Hidden Gem (Faithfully) – and an Honourable Mention in 2016’s Rainbow Awards (A Royal Craving) Elaine is a self-professed geek, reading addict, and a romantic at heart.
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