Today I’m on the tour for His Dark Shadow by Phil Price, thank you to Zoé at Zooloos Book Tours for organising it and inviting me to take part and thank you to the author and the publisher for having me on the tour.
I have an extract from the book for you today, but before we get into that let me tell you a little about the book and the author ☺️
Pages: 378
Synopsis: Losing a child is every parent’s worst nightmare.
But the way they were taken just compounds his agony
Mike never expected to be in this situation.
He never expected the endless torment that plagued his days and invaded his dreams.
Moving back to his childhood home within a sleepy Shropshire village, Mike hopes to rebuild his shattered life.
However, shadowy figures lie in wait, watching, waiting to see him burn.
Has he forgotten what secrets the past still holds?
He cannot run forever
About the Author: Phil Price was born in Sutton Coldfield in 1974. He lived in various places in the UK until his family settled in Rednal, a suburb on the outskirts of Birmingham in 1979. Growing up with an older brother and sister, he always flirted with reading, his home always littered with books. Then in 1997, Phil embarked on a travel expedition that took him from Greece to Thailand, via East and Southern Africa. Sitting in dusty bus stations in Kenya, Tanzania and Malawi with Wilbur Smith and James Herbert accompanying him, his imagination was sparked into life. Since those far-off days, he has never been without a book to read.
Phil started toying with the idea of writing a book in 2009. After writing a few short stories, he caught a whiff of an idea in his head. It started to evolve in 2010 until he had enough to begin his writing journey. Marriage and two children came along, with the story being moved to the back burner for periods of time. However, during those periods of writing inactivity, the story continued to manifest until it just needed one thing. To be written down.
The story was littered with places that had influenced Phil’s life. From the Lickey Hills in Birmingham to the Amatola Mountains in South Africa, with other many other locations, in-between and far beyond.
The book was finished sometime in 2014, left on his computer until a chance conversation with an author friend made Phil take the bold step to publish his story, Unknown.
From there, Phil’s love for the first book spurred him on, creating The Forsaken Series. A vampire/paranormal/horror trilogy, set in our world, and others too. His love of horror and all things supernatural, inspired by authors such as King, Herbertand others, helped create the epic series.
After writing a science fiction novel, titled Zoo, Phil released his first psychological thriller, Ashes of Innocence, a story that he’d kept bubbling away for many years.
Aside from his writing, Phil lives on the edge of a small town in Worcestershire, UK. A wife and two sons keep Phil happily occupied as he steers his way through life, playing the husband, dad and world creator in equal measure
And now for the extract 😍😍
The others had left him at the graveside, a mild breeze blowing the cypress trees around him. He took a step forward, biting down his emotions when the brown teddy bear stared blankly back at him. Flowers and cards adorned both graves, the smaller of the two crushing his heart. A shrill wind swirled, sending a wreath of lilies skittering across the graveyard towards the Mediterranean a few-hundred yards away.
“Goodbye, Son,” he choked. He turned and looked at the stone church as dark clouds gathered above. When he took a step back, the faint sound carried on the breeze. He tried to focus on the source, attempting to block out the chaos of the wind and sea. There it was again. Faint crying close by. He turned, drawn by the familiar noise.
“Max?” he whispered, his eyes wide. Little thumping noises penetrated the air, the unseen voice becoming more panicked as the man leaned into the precipice. The incessant thumping, now more apparent, made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.
“Max. Daddy’s coming. I’ll get you out.” He dropped, falling into the darkness. His fingers desperately snatched at the lid. The crying inside, tearing at his soul, made tears fall from the man’s eyes, spattering on the casket. A rumble of thunder crashed overhead.
“Dada, Dada!”
“I’ll get you out, Max,” he cried, lumps of soil and rock pouring down on him, dragging him deeper and deeper. He spat to clear the earth from his mouth. It was no use. The harder he dug, the further he fell until a face appeared at the top of his grave. He knew the face well, although it had changed. Her once olive complexion had been replaced by a waxy pallor. Her milky eyes seeking him out. He opened his mouth to scream…
Mike shot up in bed, his breath ragged, his body slick with sweat. A hand moved across the sheet subconsciously, reaching for the person that was no longer there. The familiar voice of his son was lost to him once more. However, he knew that it would return soon. Tormenting him. Goading him with promises that he knew were without substance. All hope and promises had deserted him the day he’d found them. His life would now carry on, devoid of love. With little or no hope left. Only anger and pain were to be his lifelong companions.
I haven’t actually read this book yet, but I can tell from the extract that it promises to be one hell of a tear jerker!
If you like the sound of this book then it can be found here! it’s also available on Kindle Unlimited ☺️
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