The Dark Woods series
Book 1/Part 1: Redd’s Descent
Book 1/Part 1: Redd’s Descent
The dark fairy tales your mother never told you about.
Author C.M. Albert enjoys living dangerously on the razor’s
edge as both author and editor. In addition to being an Amazon bestselling
author, she’s had the privilege of copy-editing under her Grammar Babe business
for several international bestselling and award-winning authors. Her own writing
infuses a healthy blend of humor and romance, and she’s a sucker for a good
villain and everlasting love. In her spare time, she and her husband wrangle
their two young kids and enjoy spending time outdoors. When not writing,
editing, or kid wrangling, C.M. Albert is also a Reiki practitioner, chocolate
chip cookie aficionado, kindness ambassador, and seeker of naps.
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Giveaway :
Excerpt:
“Come, Bane,” Redd said, watching as Bane tracked
some animal scent that caught his interest. But Bane didn’t listen this time
and trotted deeper into the woods, in the opposite direction from where they
needed to go. Redd checked the position of the sun and knew he didn’t have time
to spare for this today. His early morning romp with Aine had him cutting it
too close for comfort for them to reach the protected clearing by dusk.
Bane
peered back over his shoulder and looked at Redd, barking his deep wolfhound
howl. He was on the scent of something big, and Redd knew it was futile to keep
walking, hoping the dog would follow.
Redd
trotted off after his dog, having to almost sprint to keep up with him. He
didn’t like where Bane was headed; they were penetrating too deeply into the
dark woods. There was a border that needed to be respected; it was an unspoken
agreement between the day folk and the creatures that were legend to roam the
woods at night. “Bane!” he hollered. “Come!”
The
dog kept running, and all Redd could do was trail the flashes of gray and white
as Bane quickly covered the forest floor. Just when Redd feared they might be
lost, he spotted the dog barking at a tree. He could see ropes tied heavily
around the thick trunk of the Sessile Oak. That’s
odd, Redd thought. What would someone
want with a tree way out here?
But when he
turned the corner and saw Bane on his haunches, whimpering at the tree, he knew
something wasn’t right. He sprinted toward his dog and gasped when he got to
the other side of the massive trunk. Redd ran his hands in the sign of the
cross over his body, whispering, “Mother Mary, protect me.”
