Flein is a wanderer by instinct and need, roaming the known world as the fancy takes him. In the Highland village of Glenfinnan, women have been raped and brutally murdered. The killer is a waterhorse, a monstrous shapeshifter by all accounts. But when Flein meets Donnchadh, first in its equine form, then its man-shape, he knows the waterhorse is innocent. Flein is drawn to the shapeshifter, but he finds it difficult to acknowledge it's more than a monster.Donnchadh, though wary, shares the same attraction. They join forces to hunt for the real murderer, but time is short. They must find the killer before more women die. Then suspicion is turned on them and the hunters become the hunted. I started creating stories not long after I mastered joined-up writing, somewhat to the bemusement of my parents and my English teachers - even my school essays weren't safe from my overactive imagination. But I received plenty of encouragement. Dad gave me an already old Everest typewriter when I was ten, and it was probably the best gift I'd ever received until the inventions of the home computer and the World-Wide Web.My reading and writing interests range from historical, mystery, and paranormal, to science-fiction and fantasy, mostly in the male/male genre. I refuse to be pigeon-holed and intend to uphold the long and honorable tradition of the Eccentric Brit to the best of my ability.In my spare time [hah!] I read, or listen to audio books while quilting or knitting. In the past I've worked for my local Constabulary as a behind-the-scenes civilian for over twenty years, I've been a part-time and unpaid amateur archaeologist and a 15th century re-enactor.I live in a small but ancient city in the West of England in the heart of what once was the kingdom of Wessex ... and I share my home with an extended family and assorted livestock. Life tends toward the chaotic, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
