Thirteen-year-old Colton and his best friend Jade spend their free time investigating a local urban legend concerning an old abandoned house in their hometown in Ireland. The run-down building is said to be haunted and some of the things they’ve seen seem to confirm it.
Colton has a crush on foreign-exchange student, Dylan, who is visiting his aunt from America. But Dylan isn’t your average American kid, and soon Colton and his friends are embroiled in more than urban legend and must find a way to save everything they know and love.
Title: The Werewolf on Lowre Few Lane
Author: Bryce Bentley-Tales
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: October 29, 2018
Heat Level: 1 – No Sex
Pairing: No Romance
Length: 49000
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal, young adult, werewolves, Ireland, urban legend
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The Werewolf on Lowre Few Lane
Bryce Bentley-Tales © 2018
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Aunt Ruth served us mouth-watering lamb on our plates. She sat down at the opposite end of the table from Dylan and waved her hand for everyone to start. I forked a juicy piece of meat into my mouth, and it took restraint to keep myself from eating at an impolite greedy pace. My grandmother had cooked us some memorable dinners, but this one took the cake. Not to mention my dad had been late from work the last couple of nights, and I had been cooking my own meals.
Dylan sat at the end of the table, glanced up in my direction a couple of times, and smiled.
Jade said between mouthfuls, “Ms. Ruth, this is wonderful.”
Dylan asked Jade, “You’re in my history class, too, right? Ms. Griffin’s?”
Jade wiped her mouth with her napkin. “One row over and three seats back.”
“Oh,” Dylan said and gave a short laugh. “That’s like real specific. My bad. I just started early October, but you’ve been gone, right?”
Jade nodded. “Yes. I had to go over to England for a wake.”
“Oh,” Dylan said, speaking through a mouthful. “Sorry.”
I asked Dylan, “You just arrive from America this month?”
Dylan forked in a new heap and answered cheerfully, “Oh heck no. I’ve been here since June.”
He glanced over to his aunt. She quit eating, crossing her arms over her chest, and her eyes became narrow slits. He slowed his chewing and looked down at his plate.
“But, it’s almost Hollow’s Eve,” Jade observed.
Dylan barely chewed his food, his cheeks puffed out, and he continued to stare down. He turned to Jade. “I know. Messed up, huh?”
I caught Jade’s eyes, asking, “But what have you been doing the whole time?”
Dylan replied, “Oh, well, that’s a real good question.” His face flushed red.
Aunt Ruth spoke. Her voice had a harsh bite. “Dylan, it’s impolite to speak with your mouth full. Why don’t you get everyone some bread? I forgot it by the stove.”
“What? Oh, yeah, cool.” Dylan was up in a second and went into the kitchen area.
Aunt Ruth asked, “You both like some more potatoes?”
I put my hand up. Aunt Ruth passed a bowl over, and I dipped several browned potatoes out onto my plate.
Aunt Ruth informed Jade and me, “I was going to be visiting me brother in Brighton when Dylan arrived this summer. Me brother was very ill. I had Dylan attend the boarding school at Wexford Secondary while I was away. I just returned late September. So…” Aunt Ruth shrugged. The ends of her mouth curved upward, and her face softened. “I had Dylan come back here with me and start school here. It’s grand having him.”
Dylan came out of the kitchen carrying a plate with a loaf of bread on top and set it down on the table. Aunt Ruth told Dylan, “I was telling them about the boarding school down in Wexford. The one you’ve been attending while I was in England.”
“Oh, right.” Dylan sat back down and spoke with sarcasm. “The boarding school.”
“What was the school called again?” I asked Dylan.
Dylan looked up at me and glanced back to his aunt. Aunt Ruth said, “Wexford Secondary.”
Dylan slapped his forehead. “Swear, man, my head would fall off if it wasn’t attached.”
“Did you like the boarding school?” Jade asked.
Dylan nodded. “Oh, I guess it rocked.”
I said, “I had a cousin that graduated from there last year. He played rugby too. I see you play after lunch. You’re really good. Did you play at the other school?”
Dylan ate his bread and said with a neutral tone, “Oh, yeah, cool sport. Hated to leave my team there.” That nonchalant comment did not seem genuine. Is he lying?
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Bryce was raised by his mother and father in the countryside near Wichita, Kansas and learned to become an avid reader from his mother and maternal grandfather who carries the last name of Bentley. Stephen King novels still stack his two shelves in his old bedroom at home. After graduating from his high school with a class size of 69, he completed college where he had never came out gay, then took a winding journey over his entire 20s. This took him to Indiana, then to the San Francisco Bay Area where he still did not come out but obtained a master’s degree. He traveled to Bangkok, Thailand during his late 20s to teach English for a year and he met his first boyfriend. Five years later, he completed his doctorate degree in psychology, which was inspired by a youth and young adulthood of feeling internally bewildered. Bryce started dabbling in writing in 2011 or in his mid-thirties. He self-published several works under his name over the last few years, but it was in 2016 he felt like he was finally getting the hang of this writing thing. The Werewolf on Lowre Few Lane is his first work under his pen name of Bryce Bentley-Tales. His next YA novel with a working title of Orion: The PreRobo Era Boy, is a work he is finishing up currently. Bryce currently lives in Dallas, Texas.
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