It’s no small observation to say that I love faerie tales. I also love re-interpreting them and using them as a spring board for stories of my own. It’s also pretty obvious by now that I love music. This is a story that I’ve been tinkering with off and on for a few years and it combines my love of rock (and rock n’ roll urban legends) with the folk story/faerie tale The Red Shoes. It’s not a story that a lot of people like to reinterpret because it’s fairly gruesome but it got into my head and there was no getting it out. And the decadent rock lifestyle seemed to fit the themes perfectly. It’s taken several forms through the years and I’ve had to adapt it away from being a little too fan-ficcy, but I rather like this piece. I’m still editing and tweaking bits but I’m hoping this will be available sometime in late April/May. And I’m so in love with this cover I can’t stand it!!
What kind of a rock star lives in a small town in the middle of nowhere and plays at weddings and funerals? That’s what Jeremiah Kensington is thinking after an unsuccessful bar gig one night. When a sympathetic farmer with musical interests offers to help launch his career Jeremiah is desperate enough to accept. It’s only in hindsight that he realizes he’s just as stuck as before. But then Jack Scratch comes into his life, ready to represent him and launch him to stardom. Jack can give him everything: a new band, a new name, a new life, a new look, and new boots…although they aren’t exactly new. They once belonged to The One, a rocker so legendary and so mysterious that it’s urban legend that he used black magic to gain success. But what does Jeremiah care about urban legend? And it’s probably just coincidence that the shoes make him dance better than anyone, even if it doesn’t always feel like he’s controlling his movements. It’s no big deal that he plunges into a world of excess and decadence as soon as he puts the shoes on his feet, right?
But what happens when they refuse to come off?