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by Steve Higgs (Author)
Verity King has a problem with her husband. He's been turned into a frog, and contrary to opinion, that's not an improvement.
A cryptic message, a severed finger in her fridge, and no signs of forced entry make it clear to Tempest why he was called, but Mr King's worrying transformation is just the first act.
Almost before he can add up the clues, a second victim confirms the theme and Tempest finds himself up against someone performing modern retellings of the Grimm Brothers' Fairy Tales ... with real live human characters.
Tempest also has a new partner and it's not his old army buddy, Darius Kane, in the country to learn the ropes before he opens his own franchise. No, it's the last person on Earth he wants to work with.
He needs to solve the case, possibly just so his life can go back to normal, but he's going to get extra motivation whether he wants it or not when the Storyteller choses members of Tempest's own family to become part of the grand finale.
Don't believe in fairy tales? That won't help you this time.
Author Biography
When Steve Higgs wrote his debut novel, Paranormal Nonsense, he was a captain in the British Army. He would like to pretend that he had one of those careers that must be blacked out and generally denied by the government, and that he has to change his name and move constantly because he is still on the watch list in several countries. In truth, though, he started out as a mechanic - not like Jason Statham in the film by that name, sneaking around as a hitman, but more like one of those sleazy guys who charges a fortune and keeps your car for a week even though the only thing you went in for was a squeaky door hinge.
At school, he was largely disinterested in all subjects except creative writing, for which he won his first prize at the age of ten. However, calling it the first prize he won suggests that there were other prizes, which is not the case. Awards may yet come, but in the meantime, he enjoys writing mystery and thriller novels and claims to have more than a hundred books forming a restless queue in his mind because they are desperate to be written. Now retired from the military, he lives in southeast England with a duo of lazy sausage dogs. Surrounded by rolling hills, brooding castles, and vineyards, he doubts he'll ever leave, the beer is just too good.
