Love, Loss, Longing (DLP Anthology Book 3)
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"There lies the major problem with this otherwise well-put-together anthology: as an assembly of work by mostly unpublished authors, I've been limited in my ability to further read work from them.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."
matter how strong I am, I give in. Eventually, everyone does.” “But—” Jacob jumped to his feet. “I thought I would never drink living blood! But I took yours! Family meant nothing! All that mattered was the thirst... the miners, the regulators... every death here tonight is on my conscience. This town would never have existed if not for me!” “You couldn’t have known what they would do.” “Of course I could. I knew their nature, brother, better than I know yours, now. I know my own nature. You
of past demons and nothing else. Nonexistence will be such a good look for you.” “You’re bluffing.” “Sweetheart, I’m hours away from getting the man and life of my dreams - and right now, you’re just a reflection in my mind,” Stacy said calmly, turning to eye herself in the mirror. She wondered why she even bothered to come down to the ladies room, her makeup had remained flawless all day. “You are incapable of stopping me.” She ignored the reflection’s shout as she left the bathroom, a ready
around in the air, making it hard to see. The radio was predicting a snowstorm. “Put on the fog lights!” Mother said. The road was a bit on the slippery side. No one will know. Damien mouthed the words into my ear. No one will know. “Don’t go so fast!” Mother glanced at me, an expression of worry on her face. “Are you alright? You don’t look too well.” I could make out a long row of pine trees just ahead, hugging the edges of the road. Perfect. I stepped on the accelerator. The meter crawled
noticed the chalky pallor of my hands. I had to go to the bathroom and freshen up. It wouldn’t do to meet Damien looking like a wretch. “I have to go to the bathroom for a second.” Aunt Molly and Uncle Paul nodded, their expressions full of sympathy. I was almost at the bathroom when someone hailed me. “Selena! Selena!” It was my loathsome cousin Amy, who seemed to hate color almost as much as I loved it, dressed in that terrible gray dress. I schooled my features to prevent my frown from
away in Italy now, in the Vatican, attending to some urgent business. My condolences for your sad loss, but I’m very glad you made it through unscathed. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. I know these must be trying times for you, but be brave, and heal well. I come back to London in a week. Perhaps I’ll meet you again someday. Yours, Il Crufè, Damien. I stared at the letter, dazed. A vast disappointment barreled through my chest. It couldn’t be. He had attended every funeral. Why