S L Mewse: 5 books

‘Oh I hardly think I’m just going to let you go having dragged you into a shady little alleyway, am I my love?’ He replied smoothly, his voice a deep, masculine bass with a touch of an accent that hinted at a London upbringing. ‘I have a feeling you’re a flight risk sweetheart.’ He grinned...

James Hamilton is in limbo. He’s lost everything; his wife, his home, hischildren… All he has left is the job he was forced to move to keep and the empty interior of his new home. There is something insidious about the old town house he finds himself isolated within, something dark and creeping...

It was huge. Tall and slender but muscular with it. Its fur was a tan colour, like dark blonde hair, and its eyes a cold shade of icy blue. Its arms were longer than its legs, and ended in furred hands with long slender fingers tipped with terrible claws. Its movement was hunched, similar to a gorilla,...

Thiess stood in the centre of the hallway snarling like a demon let loose from the bowels of hell. His black eyes fixed onto Lucas’ and his lips peeled so far back from his teeth that his gums seeped blood. His broken, battered tail stood upright behind him, conveying his dominance as he moved slowly...

All at once dozens of bones cracked, breaking and splitting apart almost in unison, shifting their pointed shards through contracting muscles as his limbs forced themselves into those old familiar shapes. His hands and feet split open, dripping viscous blood onto the ground as he squirmed and clawed,...