As you all know I was in the Hot July Days for MM Romance over on Goodreads... well I have to check out when my story is actually up for reading and I will tell you all. Just a reminder of what my Pictures were and the story basis I was given...
Please tell me the story of this handsome Norseman
He went out viking and came back to this scene in his village.
Who is the sexy stranger and what is happening?
I thought I would give you a small but sneaky peek to make sure you all go and have a look-see. when mine and other stories are able to be read.
Shadows on the Heart
“ I'm free... I’m free...” Andreas jumped around, laughter bubbling out of him as he pumped his fist into the air. “ I'm free... I’m fr... I am so fucked!” His excitement drained out of him as he sank to the ground in realisation that he wasn't where he was supposed to be. “Where the hell am I?” This in no way even looked like the City of Brisbane... funny, if he didn't know any better he would think that he had been transported through time as well as space. Fear followed closely by anger surged through him as he stood up.
The Witch! He knew he shouldn’t have trusted that damn witch.
Never trust a witch... hadn’t his mother always told him that? One little spell, was all he had to do... Zap him to Brisbane, so he could get the hell away from Christos and his unwanted attentions. Tucker swore... it was only one tiny incantation, and a few smelly symbols painted on his body... What could possibly go wrong, he said? What the fuck was he supposed to do now?
Run... Andreas heard the men coming long before he saw them. His instincts were telling him that even though he didn’t know where he was, he didn’t want to be caught by these... these... whatever the hell they were. Confusion overwhelmed him as he as he ran towards the small copse of trees ahead of him.
He wasn’t going to make it!
Andreas ducked to the side as his senses screamed at him that he was in danger. That witch was so dead when he got his fucking hands on her. He was supposed to be in Brisbane, not wherever the hell this was. Fuck! Andreas dodged to the side again. He felt, rather than saw, something go flying passed his head, missing him by mere inches. Holy fuck! Andreas skidded to a halt as a long spear embedded itself into the ground just ahead of him. What the hell was going on? Laughter bubbled out of him as he found himself surrounded by seven ferocious looking men. ‘Oh my god...’ he thought, as he wiped the tears of mirth out of his eyes. He realised just how stupid he had been. This was a movie set... somehow the witch had got it wrong and set him down in the middle of a fricken movie set. Okay, so maybe he would let him live after all.
Andreas held up his hands. “Sorry guys, I didn’t mean to ruin your shot.” His smile faded as they each took a menacing step towards him, one guy holding a length of rope in his hands as he slowly advanced, the rest had axes, swords and other wicked looking weapons... Oh this was so not good. “Look... guys, I said I was sorry,” Andreas backed away until he came up against a hard chest, and two large hands wrapped around his arms gripping him like steel. “This is still 2011, isn’t it?”
This couldn’t be happening.