Meet Schae Summers, fantasy novelist. At sixteen she was found naked, covered in scars and with no memory in a hospital bed none of the staff had put her in.
But that was then. This is now. And right now Schae’s crouched behind a rock with a Glock 43 in her hands. Being chased by a wolf will do that to a girl. Thing is, she’s in Scotland. Which is a problem. Because everyone knows, there are no wolves in Scotland. Well, everyone apart from the
one that’s been chasing her all morning. But the wolf isn’t even the hard part. Because every night since she was found Schae’s died in her dreams. Died, and woken again – screaming. Because somewhere there’s a man. A man with a knife. And he’s coming for her – again.
So here she is – Schae Summers. She’s smart, and she’s hip, and she
wasn’t born yesterday. But she’s going to be…
“One of the most unusual books that I have read.”
“… the end just gobsmacked me.”
“fantasy with a touch of humor and romance.”
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So this is me. Tatter Jack. At least, it is when I’m not being someone
else – because there are other books you might find – books with another
name on the cover. But this isn’t about them, or that name. It’s about
me – the Tattered me. Not because the other me has any issues with what
Tatters writes. But just like you don’t keep your shoes in the
refrigerator and your ice cream in the shoe cupboard (well, unless you
do, in which case I’m never coming over for ice cream ), I keep what
Tatters does separate from other things I do. And my shoes stay warmer
too, not being in the fridge and all :-).
So Tatters is me when the other me isn’t being published by, well,
Publishers. He’s me when I want to try ideas for my own cover designs
(yes, you can blame me for this one), and he’s me when I want to try
ideas in fields my other Publishers don’t always cover, when I want to
So this is me. Tatter Jack. A Vagabond with Delusions of Literature. Now
– feel like some ice cream :-)?