Life loses its erection--oops, direction for fourteen-year-old Mike, when the girl he promised himself to one day marry, Teagan, starts high school. Then to top it off, her girlfriend Rachel nicknames him MGM--middle-grade Mike. Too bad his parents didn’t drink that bottle of wine two years earlier.
But, things appear brighter after Teagan visits her twin sister in the hospital and returns with a key she hopes will unlock a mystery surrounding the collection of ventriloquists dolls in Grandma’s study. Brighter, because Grandma’s away and Teagan needs help performing a candle séance she once promised her sister. Unfortunately, Mike’s thoughts of scented candles and holding hands, take a frightening turn when Rachel’s face makes it a threesome.
Inside the forbidden room, Mike submits to curtain duty as the ritual’s finale requires sunlight. He flings them open, ready to practice his stand up routine, but the girls are already asleep. Unable to awaken them, Mike discovers Teagan’s journal and the fact that three years earlier she found her sibling in the study--lying in a coma. The writing also reveals Teagan believes her sister’s trapped in a subconscious, where Grandma’s not so dumb dummies come alive. Now Mike must decide, call 911 and risk losing the future Mrs Michel Grabczyński forever, or light a candle to rescue the twin sleeping beauties. Oh, and maybe Rachel too.
THE CANDLE DARK WICKED is a 85,000-word young adult fantasy. I was the founder and president of Strategy First, a worldwide publisher of entertainment software for twenty years. Our franchise titles, Disciples, a fantasy, and Jagged Alliance, an adventure role-playing release, sold over one million copies worldwide respectively and were geared to a young adult audience.
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THE CANDLE DARK WICKED
The girl Mike promised himself to one day marry, cared about pitching first, being a girl second, maybe that explained why Teagan’s boobs remained straight A’s, just like her marks in high school. She claimed they allowed her to whip a softball fast.
Almost as fast as the punch Mike received for kissing her after she tossed a shutout today. He winced, rubbing his shoulder. Darn bruise hurt more than his pride. The reason she fouled his romantic play. Simple as 1-2-3. One year, two months and three days. Their age difference. Too bad his parents didn’t drink that bottle of wine two years earlier.
Inside Mike’s chest a hamster pounded on a treadmill, while he waited on her porch to see the future Mrs Michel Grabczyński in a dress. Her hair combed and not hidden under a cap. She decked out to visit her twin sister, AKA Sleeping Beauty in the hospital, knowing somehow it made her happy.
Well, she didn’t make Mike happy because she stepped off the bus with her dress tucked into jogging pants. The baseball cap, along with her girlfriend, Rachel, whose nickname for him, MGM--middle-grade-Mike, completed the disappointment.
He placed his backpack on the railing, pretending to admire the home’s decorative trim. “Why we messing with voodoo dolls?”
Teagan sighed. “I promised my sister and they’re not voodoo dolls.”
Mike shoved his pack. Thump. Rachel jumped as it missed her foot.
“Good, because I forgot to defrost my chicken.”