Coming June 28th: The Servants and the Beast

We’re delighted to announce an upcoming release from Stonehenge Circle Press: The Servants and the Beast, a collaboration of five of our writers.

The Servants and the Beast is a 35,000 word novella written by Karen Blakely, R. A. Gates, Kelly Haworth, Jenniffer Lee and Cheryl Mahoney.  Retelling the story of the Beauty and the Beast from a new perspective, with more than one twist, we’re excited about sharing this very special story with you.

For now, you can already add it to your “To-Read” list on Goodreads.  We’ll be sharing much more over the next few weeks (including the gorgeous cover) and look for the book to be available for purchase June 28th.

If you’re not convinced yet, here’s the back of the book blurb to tell you a little more.

You think you know the story – prince gets cursed, girl meets Beast, they fall in love and live happily ever after. If only it was that simple. But dating is tough even in the best of circumstances.

Ever since the fateful day when we let that horrible Good Fairy into the castle, our lives have been on hold. When she turned our bad-tempered prince into a Beast, she lumped us, his loyal servants, into the curse too, just because she assumed his rude behavior was our fault. Theodore the butler should never have let her in, and the rest of us should have helped bar the door.

Now Theodore is an armchair, and we’re all trying to carry on our duties as a piano, a coat rack, a bookcase and the like. At least we have Robert to clean up the pink sparkles piling in the corners from the Good Fairy’s curse, since he’s a mop now. We know we just need the Beast to fall in love to break the spell. We’re all doing whatever we can to help him find True Love, one visitor at a time, hoping the right person finally comes along–but will the Beast ever learn to love?

Stonehenge Story Starts: Bicycling (Results)

Happy Saturday!  Enjoy our two stories this week, written in two very different styles.

This week’s prompt was: Write a story that begins and ends with a bicycle

(Prompt courtesy of eadeverell.com)

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Karen Blakely:

The sight of the bicycle made Jeremy stop then slump back against the wall of the garage, his legs shaking too hard to support him. He didn’t consider the dust or the spiders that he’d been cursing a moment before. Instead, he felt the hard, implacable wall of anger that had been lodged inside his gut begin to crack.

Jeremy had tried everything he could think of not to be there, dealing with this. His mother had been gone for five years now, and his sister Julie was ready to go into labor any hour; she couldn’t come half-way across the country to take care of it. He’d argued with her, suggesting they just hire someone, but she’d insisted he come. And Matthew, his brother-in-law, had called him the next morning and begged him to go — Julie’s hormones were out of control and she’d been crying ever since their phone call the night before. So here he was, at his father’s house, with orders to clean it out and get it ready to sell. Just him. There was no one Jeremy could ask to help. He’d kept everyone else at arms-length since he was sixteen.

He hated being here. He hadn’t set foot in this house for nearly five years. Not since the fight shortly after his mother died, when his father accused him of contributing to her death with his reckless behavior, making her worry about him all the time. Jeremy had tried to insist that his job – taking people on tandem parachute jumps – was not exactly reckless, but it only made his father angrier. He’d said things to Jeremy that were unforgivable, and Jeremy had responded in kind. Both of them had been too raw to watch their words. By the time the fighting was done, neither of them could bear to even look at the other.

Jeremy had thought a few times that someday they’d make it up to each other, but the one time he’d called his father it became apparent that he wasn’t ready to forgive or forget. Which made Jeremy angry all over again. He’d been angry with his father since he was sixteen, and that anger churned like acid in his gut, poisoning him and his ability to relate to others. After all, he obviously sucked at relationships.

Then last week his father had died of a massive heart attack, and all chances to make it up were gone. And that anger had frozen inside him, into a hard wall. His father was gone, and Jeremy found himself unable to feel sorry about it.

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