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This is an exciting time for me. The Enigma series has always been my favourite of any books I have ever written. The characters are more real to me and the stories have most definitely come from them. I am in love with Silver – for real.
I have only ever published the first two books and have hesitated because I am cautious about the editing of these books. Because they are being published very kindly by a friend, they are practically self published and therefore the weight of editing is down to me. I’m brassic so I can’t pay for anyone therefore they’re rough and I don’t want people to see Silver and his friends that way. However, the alternative is for people not to see them at all and they are no longer happy with that.
Therefore, Red Haircrow, who is a very talented and dear man has been working hard on new covers. The cover of Book I has already been revealed.
In a few weeks the cover of Book II will be revealed and for the following week, leading up to Book III, Books I and II will be free. This is because the series is not stand alone and anyone wanting to buy Book III should really read I and II first.
In preparation for all that, I thought I would introduce some of the characters and situations from the first two books.
Book I Enigma
Troubled residents come and go at the Care House where River Caulfield is a caregiver, working towards fulfilling his dream of becoming a nurse. When Silver arrives, a patient found on a roadside near death after suffering terrible abuse, River finds his previous personal detachment is compromised. Seeking to help the mysterious and enigmatic young man locked inside his own mind and memories, River finds his professionalism slipping as Silver begins to open up and live again.
But as their relationship begins to blossom, the roots of Silver’s past abuse and the abuser who forced him into such a mental state sends forth new shoots of darkness enveloping them in dangers threatening not only Silver’s sanity, but their very lives. With River’s devotion and help, will Silver finally be able to break away from his past? The answer lies in the words of a priest, a painting and a long walk through a churchyard harbouring the secrets of the enigma that is Silver.
This snippet covers the first moment River sets eyes on Silver. His co workers have been teasing him and he’s somewhat frustrated because he has no idea what they’ve all been sniggering about.
This is quite a long section in the book so I’ve teased out a couple of sentences that give you the flavour. Silver is my absolute darling, my imaginary friend and lover, confidante and mirror on a world made more beautiful through his incredible childlike innocence and curiousity. If ever there was anyone who was worth breaking the rules for he is it.
He’s nothing like I expected, not that I was really expecting anything, but with a name like Silver, I kind of thought he would be fair; ash blonde or something. He isn’t. He’s very dark. His hair is jet black and long. Even tangled and dry as it is, I want to run my fingers through it. I can imagine gently tugging out the knots and running conditioner down the length of it, strand by strand. It would be soft and silky and—
Shit! That’s just his hair. The things I want to do with those lips…
…Get a grip, River. Keep your mind above your waist, I think, and remember this is a resident, a patient, a sick person who needs you to be strictly professional and… Ah fuck, why did he have to stir right at this moment?…
…Just when I get myself under control, albeit with a goofy smile on my face, Silver opens his eyes. If I thought that Silver with his eyes closed was beautiful, Silver with his eyes open is unreal. At least now I understand why he’s called Silver. His eyes are grey, a strange pale silvery grey with an almost metallic sheen, like mercury. For a full minute, I stare at him and he stares back. His eyes hold no curiosity, no fear, no challenge, no anything. I’ve never seen eyes so blank.