An excerpt from Medley of the Mind

 

Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh: www.jeffreykosh.wix.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

An excerpt from Biting Back, part of Medley of the Mind:

The coaster climbed slowly at first, and then it dropped suddenly, racing down the track. "Faster! Faster!" the guy in front of her cried.

Mary's eyes filled with recognition. She knew that voice... "Benny?"

He turned to reveal long, sharp fangs, dripping with saliva! "Hello again, Mary."

She heard his voice clearly, despite the whipping wind and the screams of the other riders. Mary blinked, hoping that she was hallucinating. "This is not happening!" she shouted.

"Oh but it is, my dear!" the fanged freak yelled. Everyone else on the ride seemed oblivious to the two.

The speeding coaster headed upward.

"Benny?" Mary pleaded. "I didn't do it, Benny! You know that. It was Jimmy!"

"What you did or didn't do is not my concern, silly girl. You see, I've got this list. And yours just happens to be the next name on it."

As he said this, the coaster passed the next rise, hurtling downward. The other passengers screamed with delight.

Mary could feel her stomach diving with the force of gravity. "Benny? Okay, okay. Maybe I share just a teensy bit of the blame for what happened to you. And I'm sorry about what happened. Really I am. Hey, how did you survive the fall anyway?"

He ignored her question. "I feel the need for speed, baby!" The coaster jumped forward at the sound of Benny's voice, its momentum carrying it upward.

Time and space grew disarrayed, as the coaster hurtled down the track. The wind forced Mary's head backward and she wondered how they could be going so fast, and yet not reach the end of the ride...

Medley of the Mind is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08XTVTHKS

An excerpt from Toothsome Girl

 

                                        Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh: www.jeffreykosh.wix.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

Angie observed the young woman sleeping on her side, with the covers pulled up. Well, we can’t have that. She carefully exposed the sleeper’s neck. I’m sure now you regret what you did, but it’s too late to make amends. She opened her mouth wide.

Joanie’s eyes opened and she turned to look at her attacker. “Who’s there?” She became still, staring up into those bright blue eyes which seemed to shine in the dark. “Angie? Is that you?”

“Shh. Just relax.” She frowned, speaking softly. “You know what you did was wrong, don’t you?”

The young woman stared up at her, confused. “I must be dreaming. This can’t be real.”

Angie grinned. “Oh, but it is. But don’t worry,” she assured, “this won’t take long.” She opened her mouth wide and bit into the girl’s neck.

Joanie moaned in pain, unable to cry out. She shook as the teeth pierced her skin.

Angie could feel the warm fluid enter her mouth and greedily swallowed it. She ingested more, as the young woman’s life flowed into her. Yes. More. I want more.

The victim tensed beneath her, and then slowly grew still. Angie sucked aggressively, determined to drain as much of the girl’s blood as possible.

After awhile, she released the corpse and leaned back on her haunches. Oh, yes. Oh, that was good. I’m so glad we could have this talk. She wiped her lips, licking her fingers clean. But now, I really must go.

Toothsome Girl is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08RY8CFPJ

An Excerpt from Further Tales of Faygaea

Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh: www.jeffreykosh.wix.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

Prince Hayden could feel an awkward silence as they rode. He glanced down at the arms which gripped his waist and knew that it was not a woman who held him fast. Lady Persephone was not human at all. He remembered those slanted green eyes and how they seemed to study him. As if I were some curious animal…

His breath quickened. She observed me, like a hunter does its quarry. He chagrined, realizing that he would have preferred one of the little ones. Lady Persephone was beautiful, bewitchingly so. But she invoked a terror within that he could not quell. He was overwhelmed, and did not like it.

The youth scowled. I am Prince Hayden, future king of Androtopia. No one humbles me. But she had. That, he could not deny. And she had done it without effort. The elf compelled him to do her bidding. Then, why not cause us to leave? How can she be so convincing, and yet, so accepting?

But he knew the answer: she was protecting the little ones. He smirked. Lady Persephone gave herself up for them. And now, she is in my power. She does not refuse me. He grinned, This elf is mine.

He could feel her behind him. Save for his cloak, she was naked. Desire crept into the youth’s heart, and began to pulse with it. Lust filled his eyes and darkened his countenance. She is mine.

Further Tales of Fagaea is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08BR8NC98

An excerpt from The Path of Enlightenment

Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh: www.jeffreykosh.wix.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

Laura tittered, yawned and leaned her head against her roommate’s lap. “I feel fine.”

“Sure you do. Maybe you should go to bed.”

“Tell me a story.” She placed a hand on the other girl’s knee.

“Okay… There once was a girl who drank so much wine that it made her act all weird and clingy. So, her roommate had to put her to bed.”
“So, the roommate is the hero of the story?”

“Something like that.”

“That makes the girl a damsel in distress.”

“Yeah, sure.” Tracy looked down. “Hey, are your pupils getting bigger?”

“I don’t know. Are they?”

Tracy sighed. “It’s hard to tell in this light.” She leaned down to see better. “Whoa, they’re huge.”

Laura giggled. “Look into my eyes…”

The blonde smiled, shaking her head. She stared at the other girl.

Her roommate asked, “What do you see?”

“I’m not sure.” She stared deeper.

“Look closer.”

Tracy leaned over a little more. “It’s too dark.”

Laura’s eyes started to shimmer. “Is that better?”

“Hey, how’d you do that?”

“Magic.”

The blonde stared, mesmerized.

Laura said, “Closer.”

Tracy obeyed.

The brunette twisted, kissing her on the lips.

Her roommate’s eyes went wide, but she did not pull away.

Laura kissed more deeply, her tongue darting up into other’s mouth.

Tracy trembled, responding in kind. Her eyes never left those of the brunette.

Releasing the lip-lock, her roommate said, “Now, let’s remove those clothes and get a little more comfortable.”

“Okay,” Tracy murmured and moved to obey.

Laura smiled. “Good girl.”

The Path of Enlightenment is available here: 
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B087BFHFSF

An excerpt from Mystic Trails

Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh: www.jeffreykosh.wix.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

He stretched his arms over his head and gave a sigh. Now, this is the life. Just out here enjoying nature. He remembered all the times he and Sid had played out here. Mel noticed the tire swing just waiting for the change of season. Soon, buddy. Very soon...

Mel wondered why life could not be this simple. I mean, there was a time when that was the case. Just being a man, living off the land. He remembered when his friends would come over and play Mystic Trails. With a character sheet and some dice, they would set off to find adventure. Except when we ran into that dragon and Jerry got his hair singed off. Mel chuckled at that. He told everyone that his deity made him shave his head.

During much of the game, the characters were travelling from town to town. Often they had to camp out in the wilderness. Mel usually played a warrior, and made sure the group rarely lit a fire. All kinds of nasty things would be drawn to the light, and the party would have to fight them off in the middle of the night. Eddie was always summoning something. He rolled his eyes. Sorcerers.

Sid bugged them to let him play, and Mel gave in. He loves playing the thief. Mainly because of the bonuses he gets for striking unawares. His brother was enthusiastic, but he did not understand the role-playing aspect of the game. He just plays himself. Mel always made sure to play his character, even if he did not agree with what they would do. Grimblade is a warrior. His sword does all the talking.

As the sun dipped past the horizon, he noticed a path off to the side. Huh? How long has that been there? And why haven't I seen it before? Mel stood up and headed over to investigate. At first glance, it just seemed to be a gap in the trees surrounding the pond. But the fading light had briefly illuminated what was clearly a trail going into the woods.

Mel stood there for a moment, wondering what he should do. It's getting dark. Maybe I should come back tomorrow. But he figured that he might not be able to find it again. After all, this was the first time he had even noticed it.

He knew that supper would be ready and his family would be waiting for him to come and eat. I'll just take a quick look.

Mystic Trails is available here: 
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07J1DR1WY

An excerpt from Pulling Strings

Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh: www.jeffreykosh.wix.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

The blonde shook her head. "That's enough for tonight. I think what we both need is... chocolate."

Sally rushed to the kitchen, returning with a box. She pulled off the lid and held it out to her friend. "You get the first pick."

Darla took a piece.

Sally commented, "Dark chocolate?"

The brunette popped it into her mouth and started to chew. "Mmm, inner peace."

Her friend announced, "My turn." She chose one and ate it. "Oh, that's good."

"Which flavor was that?"

"Chocolate caramel. I wonder what that says about me."

"Probably that your fingers are sticky."

"I didn't take anything."

"What? No, not like that. Do you always read into things?"

She shrugged. "I'm an avid reader."

"And your favorite subject is plays on words?"

Sally wondered aloud, "Has there ever been a play on words?"

"I don't know. All the plays I've seen have contained them. I think if there are no words, you call it mime."

"That renders me utterly speechless."

Pulling Strings is available here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0776CCSJJ

My 5-Star review for The Haunter of the Moor by Jeffrey Kosh

An ancient evil haunts Talbot House. This tale mixes folklore with the mundane, giving birth to a terrifying menace beyond the mortal ken. Patrick Conroy is a medical student, seeking a place of solitude. He learns about an old mansion, steeped in myth. Too rational for superstition, he determines it to be the perfect place to study. But the evil in those walls refuses to be ignored.

He meets a group of gypsies, and is smitten with a girl named Maggie. She comes over with her grandmother to help clean up the place. But something wicked lies waiting in its very stones.

Nearby, they discover that which was buried beneath the ground. And the revelations become more disturbing: the shedding of savage blood, evil imprisoned in the earth, those who stayed at Talbot House were never the same again. Patrick himself has been haunted by visions that seem so real...

In the midst of this, Maggie's grandmother forbids her seeing Patrick anymore. Noting the sudden change in her demeanor, he heads over to the gypsy camp in search of answers. What he finds are more questions.

The enigmatic Father Wales steps in to provide guidance. He tells the young man of the horrid history of the place in which he now resides. The evil there is growing stronger, and they must fight off a menacing monster in canine form...

The Haunter of the Moor is available here:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Haunter-Moor-Irish-Ghost-ebook/dp/B01BRHYSFM