Love, Loss, Longing (DLP Anthology Book 3)
Joe Ducie
Language: English
Pages: 223
ISBN: B00MC6SG6K
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Love, Loss, Longing - A DLP Love Story Anthology
The third volume in the DLP Anthology series contains 10 lovely stories - from romance, to heartache, and all manner of vampire love in the Old West!
Will an Alchemist betray his vows for the one he loves? Can a father avenge his child in a world gone mad with superheroes and villains? Follow two gunslingers, cursed with Truth, to a town of mirrors hiding cruel love.
Love, Loss, Longing contains work from 10 strong voices - authors new and seasoned and who see romance and love through a multi-genre lens.
Praise for DLP Anthology #1:
4.9/5 on Amazon Reviews.
"A truly excellent collection of stories. I would happily recommend any one of them individually, but in a single volume? A definite buy for the discerning short-story reader. Whether for bedtime reading, or those long, boring train journeys, these wonderfully written characters will delight your inner anti-hero and leave you wanting for more."
"One of the best compliations of short stories I have read. Was blown away by the amazing variety of settings below the overarching theme. Definitely worth a buy and read!"
"There lies the major problem with this otherwise well-put-together anthology: as an assembly of work by mostly unpublished authors, I've been limited in my ability to further read work from them. Hopefully, either a second anthology or longer published works will correct this error."
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instant. “It’s you again...” John couldn’t resist the sneer that rolled across his face. Of course his friends would send him to the same female that kicked him in the nuts before he even walked in the door. Despite his irritation, he feebly said, “Hi,” before placing his head back on the bar with a loud thunk. “John, right?” she asked. Surprised she somehow remembered his name, John removed his fingers from over his eyes and watched her with trepidation. “Don’t worry,” she said, shaking off
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