Elliot and Daiko prepare to go and ruffle some corporate feathers on Jaret's behalf. His secret weapon? A Classic car with a soul...
Storm clouds gather as we enter the Deck's second hand. For fans of character driven urban fantasy.
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The city of Neppon drifts through the shallows, where the walls circling the mortal realm are thin. Here the daemons gather out of the surrounding night, drawn by its promise of candle flame warmth.
As the election for the city's mayoral office approaches, one man stands head and shoulders above the other candidates. His reputation? A bastion for everything that is good and honest, in a world beset from all sides by horrors. But Jaret Roscan carries a secret. A secret that could bring ruin to his political career, and chaos to his beloved city.
One person carries the key to his salvation. The question is, will they come forward in his hour of need?
Harlem's Deck; a story in instalments. Keep your hand close to your chest...
About the Author
An adopted Mancunian (I've been here since just after the Millennium), I live with my husband and three rescue cats. In my Clark Kent guise I don glasses and scrubs for the NHS. When not doing this I write fiction that might best be described as urban fantasy with a healthy dash of yaoi (look it up). My vices are good books, cute guys and cookies, not necessarily in that order.