Rowland Graves will haunt your Kindle for FREE through October 28th!
A dark tale for a dark night.
No, not Batman. Wrong Dark Knight. Hehe. The Red Dragon to The Devil’s Luck‘s Silence of the Lambs (ok weird comparison, but stay with me), has arrived on Kindle. And guess what? It’s FREE for the first 5 days! (Then it’ll be $0.99 USD)
Written as a Halloween Contest entry last year on Literotica, The Decline and Fall of Rowland Graves is a classic Gothic horror tale of one man’s descent into madness. One reader said they couldn’t even read the whole thing: they got too scared. What about you? Are you willing to wade all the way into the deep end?
I recently saw Guillermo del Toro’s Crimson Peak in the theater, and the whole time I was thinking how much the movie had a similar feel to Rowland Graves. In fact, I could even see Tom Hiddleston as a young Doctor Graves. The whole thing has the grim inevitability of Poe, just, you know … with sex in it.
If you’ve read Rowland Graves already and would like to leave a review, well I would sure appreciate that. Even if it’s short, online reviews help indie authors like nothing else. Since it’s FREE right now, you can just one-click that thing and refresh your memory of the story. If you don’t have a Kindle or the Kindle app anywhere, well, give me a reply and we’ll work something out.
Time to lock the doors, grab a warm blanket, and turn on all the lights so you can step into the darkness with the doomed surgeon from Bristol at the spookiest time of year!
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The Decline and Fall of Rowland Graves, Excerpt:
“Rowland …” Her voice had a disoriented edge as she pulled away. It was as might be expected; he couldn’t remember ever giving into his urges with her this way.
“I can’t stand it, Love,” he said, taking her face in both his hands.
“What’s that?” She looked up at him with wide eyes in the darkness, voice and body tight. “What can’t you stand?”
“Dunning! The thought of him even touching you!” He leaned in to wrest a further series of bruising kisses from her.
She was breathless when they broke it off. His hands were on either side of her on the dresser now and she bent back at the waist to catch her breath.
“Oh, Rowland! I would never—”
“If your father marries you off to him you’ll have to!” It was becoming more and more difficult for him to keep his voice down.
“Please! I will never!” Her insistence begged him to believe. “I only belong to you, my love!”
Rowland inhaled through his nose at those words, teeth clenching together under the tightening of his jaw. His hands came together at her waist and caught her up.
“Yes, Elinor,” he said, with a low crackling of threat in his tone for anyone who dared take his angel from him. He hoisted her up to sit on the edge of the dresser. “You do belong to me.”
The ferocity of his next kiss, his handling, startled a clipped moan out of her. Rowland devoured it along with every other beautiful little whimper and gasp that followed.
Her hands were at his shoulders to steady herself, lest she fall back against the wall under his forceful claims. His mouth was on the moving column of her throat, the rising flesh of her breast at her neckline. She accepted him though, rough hands and all. Elinor always accepted him, any way that he came to her. Her knees were pressing in at his hips, and he snarled with some discomfiting new sense of possession.
She belongs to me. Me!
