Today we have author Tia Reed visiting. Welcome!
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* Tia Reed loves nothing better than burying her nose in a story of her own imagining, cuddling her bossy cat and rescuing chewed pillows from her hyperactive dog. She takes every opportunity to do all three when she is not teaching English as a second language. Her other hobbies usually take a back seat but include trying to tame her beast of a garden, hiking and travelling. The latter has thrown her many interesting, sometimes hair-raising experiences, which she loves twisting into stories. She was born in Malta, but lives in Adelaide, Australia.
A look into…
~ Blurb ~
* Discredited journalist Ella Jerome isn’t thrilled about working at Adelaide’s fanciful tabloid The Informer. So when zoologist Adam Lowell seeks her help in finding his missing cousin, she’s cynical of his claim a monster lurks near the Church of the Resurrection. The trouble is, solving the gruesome case could be her best shot at restoring her shredded reputation.
* With her old instincts resurfacing, Ella combs the Port for clues. Experience tells her the only monsters are the human variety, and the bloodied stonemason certainly raises her suspicions. But when her investigation turns up everything from petrified remains to the headless carving of a dragon, the truth threatens to steal both her sanity and the man she’s falling for.
* After all, gargoyles can’t be anything other than harmless stone. Or can they?
~ Excerpt ~
* Ella sneaked past the kitchen and entered the adjoining room. The light from the living room reached far enough to bathe the oak dining suite in a ghostly glow. She avoided the temptation to flip the light switch, thereby revealing herself to whoever prowled outside. As the scratching became a dull pounding, she moved around the table and through the arch into the second living area she had set up as a home office. She strained to see into the darkness that blanketed her neglected garden. The thumps turned to flaps and a dark shape shot upwards, a shape she could barely delineate from the night. She moved within an arm’s length of the outside light switch and waited.
* Nothing happened. She let out a deep breath. Then she swallowed. Something large was thudding across the roof. A musty smell wafted past her nose, reminding her of the belfry at the church. Bats, she thought. Then, surely not. There was one person who would know for sure. She fetched her phone and dialled Adam as she resumed her post by the sliding door. The odour intensified as the line rang and rang and rang. She could feel her heart thumping. Her breathing had become irregular. She was about to retreat when a large shape descended outside the door. Ella screamed and dropped the phone. A vicious eye stared through the glass. Breathing heavily, she snapped on the outside light. The snarling, leonine grotesque from the church, impossibly alive, sprang into the air.
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