Hello hello and welcome or welcome back to my little corner of the internet. On this very last day of June, I’m bringing you an extract from Oakwood Falls, a book with a very summery cover, but don’t be decieved; all it not what it may seem here….
When Mother Nature chose Ashley Oakwood, she made a mistake. Now it’s time to eradicate that mistake.
From the dawn of mankind, Mother Nature has always known of humans’ destructive ways. To ensure her own survival, she created The Ferralling, a vicious and bloodthirsty breed of creature, who kept humans in check. When The Ferralling became a liability, She destroyed them, deciding to put her survival in the hands of only the most deserving humans. These chosen ones She calls The Reclaimed.
The only human to be born of the Earth, Ashley Oakwood has powers beyond that of The Reclaimed. A kind and generous young woman, who wants nothing more than to belong, Ashley watches humans from afar, until she meets James, the man of her dreams. When he rejects her, he sets in motion a chain of events that pits humans against The Reclaimed, The last of The Ferralling, and Mother Nature Herself.
Who will emerge victorious from this brutal and bloody battle?
They married and moved in together when she turned twenty. A low key affair, Alan not being loaded, he did promise her that she wouldn’t go without. She said ‘I do’ during a town hall ceremony in front of forty of his, or rather their friends. Her parents were present for maybe thirty minutes. And they had a fun party after they said their vows to one another. Carrie became inebriated for the first time in her sheltered life.
Her husband told her he worked in insurance. What did she care, really? Carrie looked forward to starting a family. A month into married life, Alan changed. Instead of helping her, treating her well, he expected her to be a domestic powerhouse, to clean the house and feed him. And one night, after drinking too much, she argued and he used his belt on her, whipping her head, back and legs. She cried for hours after he stormed out of their semi-detached home.
A couple of months later he brought four men she didn’t recognise back to the house. She greeted them with a black eye, fat lip and swollen cheek. Alan ordered her out of the lounge while he ‘conducted business’.
Listening outside in the hallway, she heard Alan organising a robbery, a heist. Her four guests were along for the ride, her husband in charge. Carrie wanted to cry. Why couldn’t she meet the man of her dreams? Most of her small group of friends had. What was wrong with her? She’d married a man no better than her father.
Ignoring it, she let Alan carry on. She cried when she took a pregnancy test and it confirmed her worst nightmare. When she informed Alan, he acted nonchalant. With preparations taking precedent, Carrie forgot all about the heist, until Alan came bursting through the front door, ordering her to pack some belongings in an overnight holdall. Like the dutiful wife, nine months pregnant and about to drop, she obeyed and jumped in the car, cramps making her pitch forward in her seat.
“They must be running out of petrol, or something,” Alan said, observing the distant car in pursuit. “Fucking awesome. We’re going to ditch the motor at the Bakethin Car Park, and lose ourselves in Kielder Forest. That lot won’t know their arse from their elbow out here.”
Carrie tried to listen to her husband, but another contraction forced her to breathe in and out slowly. Alan didn’t seem to care that she was about to drop their firstborn child. “Uh-huh!” He glared at her, the way he had earlier.
“Don’t even think about dropping that here!” He turned right into Lakeside Way, keeping an eye on the car behind.
Trying to suck the baby in, she waited while he parked the car and got out. Lifting herself up, she stepped out of the Astra with his help, put her arm around his neck and walked as fast as she could towards the trees…
Duncan Brockwell is a full-time dental technician from West Sussex. Having completed his course at Lambeth College in 2018, he started writing in his spare time. An avid gardener and part-time mixologist, he loves nothing more than relaxing at home with his wife, Beks and pure white rescue cat, Milly.
Since Duncan started writing in 2018, he has written thirteen novels, nine of which have been, or are in the process of being published. Unlike a lot of authors, Duncan feels he is a hobby writer, toiling away on his purple couch in front of the TV in the evenings and weekends. He wants nothing more than for readers to enjoy his various offerings, ranging from romantic comedy (under pseudonym Katie Simpkins) to hardcore blood and guts horror and everything in between (Under either DC Brockwell or Duncan Brockwell).
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