Press Release Summary = For Tom the truth was both earth shattering and life threatening. What do you do when you suspect that your lodger and friend happens to be a werewolf?
Press Release Body = Tom never could fathom out just what it was that had made him suspicious of his new lodger. It wasn't the fact that he seemed to be welded to his motorbike, or the funny accent made him wary. It was perhaps the fact that ever since Luke moved in things started to happen that turned Tom's quiet life upside down.
For Tom the truth was both earth shattering and life threatening. What do you do when you suspect that your lodger and friend happens to be a werewolf?
Set against the backdrop of the historic city of York and the Yorkshire countryside, the story unfolds until all the characters converge over the moors to Whitby, where justice and retribution will be meted out. The only question is... to whom?
Excerpt from the book: "The day had started with a down pour and it looked like ending in one. It was one of those truly wretched days, cold, wet and windy and downright miserable. The sky was steel grey and the rain did not just fall it fell with a purpose. Tom had gone in early into work in order to finish early, he had some shopping to do and that in it self had placed him in a foul mood. Shopping on top of it all merely intensified his hatred for the day.
By the time he left work he was ready to commit murder. The day had seemed to drag; he was convinced someone somehow had placed several extra hours in his day.
He was late and in a hurry, the gods of irritation were working overtime, so by the time he had found a parking space in the supermarket car park he was in no mood to take prisoners; the heavens opened and he had not brought an umbrella. He thanked the rain profusely with some ripe and choice expressions of gratitude.
Everything it seemed was colluding to hold him up so by the time he had got to the bread section he was quite ready to kill, he wanted to know why it was every time he was in a hurry, to shop and depart, every brain dead moron for miles around would decide to come and shop at the same time, he knew they waited till he was in a hurry and then came out just to ruin his day.
Women would gather with trolleys at the junction of an aisle to swap life histories of their little darlings, or pensioners who having all the day in which to shop would flock to the supermarket en masse at the precise time he was there shopping in haste. His favourite were the children from Hell; it was the ditherers that really got to him, people who normally would be quite capable and intelligent left their brains at the supermarket entrance, they inspected every can or packet there was on the shelf despite them all having the same label.
Many a time he was sorely tempted to do a hit and run with his trolley. He wasn't paranoid, he just knew they had it in for him."
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