Hairstylist, Vicky Hudson, has lived just outside of Altenchester her whole life. Of course she’s heard of the Altenburys, who hasn’t? They rule the village, own most of it, it’s even named after them. Vicky is on the verge of fulfilling her lifelong dream of opening her own salon. The only obstacle may be James Altenbury. According to his mother, he is the one who has the power to stop Vicky’s dream from becoming a reality.
Her own parents are supportive yet deeply traditional but Vicky has different ideals. Ones that she starts to question when she becomes the victim of strange visions of people and places she doesn’t know. What is behind them and where do they come from?
Afraid to admit what is really going on, she is finally forced to take them seriously when James is attacked once again, only this time by the very monster from one of her visions. It is only then she realises he is much more than just an Altenbury.
Will they finally succumb to the evil that has been preying on the Altenbury family for generations, or can they hold off the evil, and together finally stop the attacks?
She stared at him as though he’d just asked her to dye his hair green. Putting Teazle down, he took her hand so she couldn’t fiddle with her bracelet. “Vicky?”
“You want to help?”
He kissed her in answer, just a chaste brush of his lips against hers. “Yes. If you want me to. I can put the shelves up, if you’d like?”
She laughed and he frowned, his eyebrows drawing together. “What’s so funny about that?”
She stopped laughing and tried to look serious. “Do you know how to put shelves up?”
She doubted his manliness? James reached for her, gripping her arse as he whispered in her ear. “You weren’t questioning what my hands were capable of yesterday.” He heard her breath hitch and he smiled.
Liz has lived in a lot of places but is originally from Lancashire, England, where most of her books are set.She started her writing career with an online course and is studying for a creative writing degree, so it was probably inevitable that she would write a novel.
When not writing, Liz can be found curled up with a cup of coffee and a book or walking her dog.