Hot off the E-presses, T. Stange’s Amber has just released today from Torquere Press. In celebration, T. is back with another exclusive excerpt from the book, as well as the chance for one lucky reader to win an e-copy of the book.
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Blurb: Anthony was a painter until he lost the ability to see color. Worse than color blindness, the edges of objects and people blur together, making it almost impossible for Anthony to interact with anyone or anything. After retreating from the world for decades, he sees a glimpse of yellow that leads him to a musician, Teague. At first Anthony is frightened and overwhelmed by the color, but he can’t stay away from Teague for long. He finds the courage to confront Teague and explain his unusual problem and Teague’s role in helping him. To Anthony’s relief, Teague believes him. Very quickly, they both suspect that getting the colors back is more important to Anthony than his relationship with Teague. If Anthony pushes too hard, he’ll lose Teague, and possibly the colors, forever.
Excerpt: Teague stopped me in the hall in front of his apartment, using a slender arm to block the door. He deftly snatched his guitar from me, slipped inside, and closed the door behind himself, only pausing long enough to say, “Wait here.”
When he returned, he had traded his guitar for a blanket. “C’mon.” He grabbed my hand again and pulled me up the stairs until we came to the door leading onto the roof. He pulled a key on a cord from around his neck and unlocked it. “Whenever I move into a building, I always ask if I can use the roof. And I always seem to get it, too, or at least since I got famous.” He winked, standing aside and holding the door for me. “It must be my good looks.”
He was joking, but he wasn’t wrong.
“Over here.” Teague had spread his blanket in a large clear space between the chimneys and vents that dotted the roof.
I approached him cautiously, as though he were a small and tender prey animal that might startle and take flight. I needn’t have worried; as soon as I got close enough, Teague grabbed my legs and pulled me down onto the blanket beside him.
“I like to lie here and look at the stars. It always makes me feel better.”
“Because they remind you of how small and insignificant your problems are?”
“Or just because they’re pretty.” My view of the stars was blocked by Teague’s face. He kissed me, soundly and with much lip smacking and happy “‘mmm” noises.
About the Author: T. Strange is the author of two Torquere Press: Tales of Leather Sips, Boots and Leather, and Belladonna. She and her wife live somewhere on the Canadian Prairies. When not writing, T. likes to spend her days gardening, watching movies and riding her horse. One of T.’s favourite possessions is a rainbow squid hat named Dr. Squiddington. She can be found on Facebook and Twitter, or you can email her