Jack
the Anthropophagite
(Reaper Series Book 3)
by
Blak Rayne
(@BlakRayne)
‘Jack will eat no fat but will devour lean.’
Blurb:
While
drifting from town to town, Zeus and Brody meet Mr. McMurty, a generous widower
in need of help. In exchange for a place to stay, they agree to do odd jobs
around his farm.
Then one
rainy night, Zeus notices a man standing outside the bathroom window. Brody
searches the property but finds no trace. Zeus is certain of what he saw, and
he’s certain their peaceful stint is about to come to an abrupt end.
Excerpt:
We returned
to the farmstead, showered and put on clean clothes, and packed our duffel bag.
It was still raining when we left, and the daylight had sunk into a murky haze.
Brody exited the house first, and I don’t know why, but again a real uneasy
feeling filled me. As I reached back to pull the door shut, a loud bang echoed
off the house and blood exploded from Brody’s left shoulder. The subsequent
chain of frightening events happened in slow motion: the impact twisting his torso
unnaturally, blood flying past his fingertips.
I couldn’t
expel any noise from my throat, and I couldn’t move.
For a
fraction of a second, time froze.
Then
everything began to move at normal speed once more; Brody grabbed his shoulder,
ducking for cover, and hollered, “Run!”
I instantly
sprang to life, my heart pounding. I dropped the duffel bag and jumped over the
veranda rail to land on the uneven ground below. And that’s when I saw Jack
standing in the meadow in front of the McMurty house. Rifle aimed, the pasty
scarecrow fired another shot. I cringed, covering my head. Brody dove for the
veranda and counter-fired with one of his M9s.
I couldn’t
go back inside the house. I had to get to the truck like we’d planned. The main
highway ran through the town ten miles away, and it was our only means of
escape. Thirty yards dead ahead, nestled on a slope, was the barn—a
creosote-stained wood structure commonplace on the prairies.
Soon as I
heard Brody shout “Don’t stop!” I sprinted in that direction past the shed,
fruit trees, and chicken coop. The daylight was almost gone as I came to a halt
at the side of the barn. The gunfire had ceased. The only noise was that of the
falling rain. Panting white into the air, I peered around the edge of the
building. Cold droplets fell into my eyelashes and slid down my nose. I began
to shiver.
Mr.
McMurty’s truck was an additional thousand yards away—a dangerous distance
where I’d be left wide open to a bullet. And
where is Brody? Staring at the blackening sky, I bumped the back of my head
against the wall with clenched teeth. Damn
it, think!
I sighed in
defeat. With no other option, I had to make a run for it. All I could hope was
that the encroaching night would camouflage my movements. I zipped my jacket to
conceal my bright red T-shirt. But just as I went to run, someone clamped a
hand over my mouth, giving me the scare of my life.
Author Bio:
Blak Rayne is an author
of gay romance. She loves to write and believes it’s one of the greatest forms
of self-expression. What better way to see inside the human soul? Blak Rayne
resides in Canada, and yes, she is a woman, wife, and mother. She’s been
writing and drawing since elementary school, and she loves anything that
involves the arts. As for family, her daughter is her toughest critic and
greatest support!
Blak Rayne
‘Taking erotic to a sinful new
level.’
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