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The
Ruiner
by
Nem Rowan
Release Date: June 21, 2021
Publisher: Gurt Dog Press
Genre: LGBTQIA+
Thriller Romance
Content Warnings: Violence, transphobia, stalking, sexual language,
graphic sex, harrassment
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Synopsis:
The night Tenny first meets shy, socially
awkward David at the Oubliette Club is when it all begins: the feeling of being
watched and followed, the lewd adverts posted by an imposter, the random
phone-calls, strangers turning up at his house… The tirade against him seems
never-ending. He has no idea why it began, and living alone makes it difficult
for him to cope, forcing him to rely on his best friends for protection.
Someone is out to ruin him, targetting his home, his car, his job, his life…
Despite what his friends say, Tenny is
nevertheless drawn to David, who is timid, inexperienced when it comes to BDSM,
and reminds Tenny somewhat of his former self. There’s no way he can believe
that David is responsible for the frightening goings-on when he’s so sweet and
willing to do whatever Tenny wants; it doesn’t matter that troubling evidence
points to him as the source.
After all, why would David try to ruin his life
when Tenny is so happy to be in his?
THE RUINER is an updated and revised version of
Nem Rowan’s previously published novel, ‘The Things We Hide At Home’, only this
time, there’s as much terror as there is romance.
EXCERPTS (please only use one in your post):
Excerpt #1:
Shortly after I pulled up,
I checked my phone and found that I had numerous notifications from ChainLink. CordialSin had gone through all of my
photo albums and—it seemed—favourited every single image with me in it. Even as
I sat there swiping every notification away, more kept appearing. He—or at
least I thought they were a he—was currently online somewhere, favouriting and
favouriting and favouriting… He had even
favourited pictures of me that I had been tagged in by other people. It felt as
if he was trying to send me a message that he was interested in me, but
couldn’t find the words to send a message. It seemed kind of weird, but also
flattering.
Excerpt #2:
“Can I help you?” I asked with some trepidation as I approached the
gate.
The figure turned around
and I saw that it was a man; he was wearing a sporty raincoat over jeans and
had a cap on his head. He was perhaps about my age. When he saw me, he smiled.
“Hi there. I guess I’m a little early. We arranged for me to arrive
at eight?” he spoke, seeming friendly enough. “I brought the things you asked
for.” He gestured to the bag on his back.
“What?” My frown wrinkled my nose. “What are you talking about?”
“Your ad on SXChat. You asked me to come at eight, so here I am,”
he explained, seeming confused by my reaction.
“I didn’t make an ad. I don’t even know what SXChat is. Who are
you?” I questioned, beginning to feel unnerved by what I was hearing.
“We literally had a conversation about this. You’re Tristen,
right? Tristen Fleetwood?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t make an ad and I haven’t spoken to you before;
I don’t even know who you are or why you’re here,” I insisted, my whole body
beginning to tremble.
“Is… Is this part of the role-play or something?” He cocked a brow
and squinted an eye at me.
“I’m not role-playing; this isn’t a game. Please leave, right now, or I’ll call the
police,” I threatened, and his smile soon faded.
He came down the steps and
I stood aside to let him pass. As he did so, he turned to me and said: “Guess you changed your mind at the last minute, huh? Fucking
cock-tease, wasting my time.”
I didn’t answer, instead scowling and watching as he stalked off
along the road with his hands in his pockets.
Excerpt #3:
I looked through the
windscreen to find him standing in the doorway, another baseball bat in hand.
He must have grabbed it during his hunt. In a moment of panic, I shut the
driver-side door and slammed my hand on the lock. The car made a series of
clunks as the locks turned, securing every door.
“If you want me, you’re gonna have to get your keys!” I shouted in
defiance. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it wasall I had at this point. At
least if he went to fetch the key, he’d give me chance to find a way out of the
garage, and if he returned with the key before I got outside, I could fight him
for it and I’d have a solid method of escape.
“As if I’d leave you on your own long enough to get them.” Even in
the car’s interior, where sounds were muffled, I heard him clearly. He strolled
along the width of the garage and stopped before the car, his gaze penetrating
me through the window as he raised the baseball bat.
“No! No!” I shrieked as he swung, the end of the bat creating a
spider-web crack in the windscreen right before my eyes. I clambered into the
back seat, watching helplessly as he swung until the window finally caved in.
He brushed aside shards of glass so that he could climb onto the bonnet after
me.
“Come here, Tenny! I won’t play cat and mouse with you forever.
Stop playing hard to get,” he cried as he struggled through the hole.
My hands were shaking so
badly, I had to fight to unlock the car door. Thankfully, he was only halfway
through the hole, moving slowly because of all the chunks of broken glass.
I threw open the rear
door, fleeing before he had a chance to grab me. I heard him cursing as he
tried to climb out of the car. The bloody footprints he’d made showed me the pathways he’d walked as he’d scoured the
house for me, so I followed them, zigzagging from room to room until I heard
his voice again. I darted through the nearest doorway and hid again, this time
in an office.
Excerpt #4:
“I understand that you want this,” I spoke as I gazed towards
David. I threw aside the box and held the collar by its tips in either hand,
ready to be put on.
“I do, Sir.”
The excitement that had
been growing inside of me this whole time began to surge, spreading into my
fingers and causing a slight tremble as I placed the leather strap over the
back of David’s neck. He remained
perfectly still, his wide eyes staring up at me, a muted smile on his face as
he allowed me to buckle the collar. I had the feeling that, despite its ease in
being undone, the collar would remain on him until I chose to take it off by
hand.
Even after the deed was done, neither of us moved; we just gazed
into each other’s eyes, each
acknowledging the importance of this moment. Despite the many times I had done
this, this time was different. David’s overwhelming yearning to be mine had
created a nebulous emotion in my heart that I couldn’t name; like a rolling
thundercloud, it gave off little flashes of light, illuminating emotions that I
recognised, such as determination, joy, and empathy, but its overall density
swelled and blocked it all out. This love was growing faster than I could keep
check on.
Notes from
author:
BDSM is practiced between consensual adults, but the same
activities when not consented to are abuse. It’s important to communicate with
your partner.
If you are ever stalked, you should stay in contact with friends
and family, and report everything to the police.
About the Author:
Nem Rowan is originally from the UK, but despite Brexit, he still
considers himself to be European. He was born in the West Country of England,
but later moved to Wales, where he lived for almost a decade before deciding to
move to Sweden in the summer of 2019. He shares his home with his wife, his
girlfriend, their rapidly-growing triplets, one cat and a demon.
Nem started writing when he was very young. He
always loved Horror stories and has an undying fascination with the creepy, the
bizarre, the shocking and the unusual. Coupled with his enjoyment of love
stories, his writing became a fusion of Horror and Romance, often with
characters that have been through terrible hardships but who eventually reach
the happy ending they deserve.
Nem’s books were originally published by the
now defunct Less Than Three Press, and also by JMS Books for awhile. He is the
owner of Gurt Dog Press, where he hopes to bring fresh, new LGBTQ+ fiction into
the world.
Author links:
Website: https://nemrowan.com
Instagram: https://instagram.com/nemrowan
Publisher: https://gurtdogpress.com/nem-rowan/
Instagram Giveaway:
Win one of two prizes! One winner
will get a signed paperback copy and one winner will win one e-book copy of THE
RUINER by Nem Rowan. The giveaway is international.
To enter, follow @gurtdogpress
& @nemrowan on Instagram, tag 3 friends under one of the tour-hosts’ posts.
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