Will you dare to gaze upon the monster among the roses?
MONSTER AMONG THE ROSES
Fairy Tale Quartet #1
Linda Kage
Releasing July 24, 2017
“Do you know how to
get to the rose garden?”
“No, you can’t go
there. A monster lives there.”
Shaw
Hollander is desperate.
Broke,
unemployed, and determined to help his ailing mother, he falls on the good
graces of a wealthy benefactor who is willing to give Shaw a job at his mansion
in order to pay off his mother’s debts. Suddenly finding himself surrounded by
lavish riches, he has no idea what his duties truly entail until he’s sent to
the rose garden and meets the tragically mutilated Isobel.
This Beauty
and the Beast story holds true to the core of the fable while shaking off the
element of fantasy and dragging it into present day reality. Shaw and Isobel
are ready to let you climb into their four-wheel-drive pickup and take a ride
with them into their version of happily ever after, but only if you first dare
to gaze upon the monster among the roses.
Great. I
was lost. Shading my hand over my eyes, I decided the far right should take me
in the general direction I wanted to go. So I went that way, only to end up at
the edge of the house, but not where I’d started, and not close enough to the
rose garden to get me inside.
Strangely
enough, however, a boy played outside, using sidewalk chalk to color a picture
of…what the hell was he drawing? Maybe some kind of dying animal with blood
gushing from its side and an arrow sticking out of its back.
It didn’t
look right, whatever it was.
I shook my
head and jerked my gaze from the disturbingly morbid sketch. “Hey, kid.”
The boy
jumped and looked up, hopping to his feet and backing away from me as I were the scary one.
No idea who
he was; he looked too young to be Mr. Nash’s son from the photos I’d seen, plus
he had white blond hair, the complete opposite shade of the young man in all
the pictures in Mr. Nash’s office. But he was here, so he’d have to do.
Wanting to
appear as non-threatening as possible, I smile and waved. “Hey. Sorry for
bothering you, but do you know how to get to the rose garden?”
That
must’ve been the wrong question to ask. His face drained of color. “No,” he
said, shaking his head. “You can’t go there.”
What? “Why not?”
“A monster lives in there. Half her face is
melted off. She eats the thorns from the roses so she can spit them at people,
stabbing them in the neck to slice their throat open until they bleed out and die.”
O…kay.
Somehow,
I’d stumbled across one of the children of the corn. Nice.
Lifting my
eyebrows, I drew my own step in reverse. Time to retreat. “Dude, that’s
gruesome.”
Please don’t kill me. Please don’t
kill me. Please don’t kill me.
He gave a
serious nod. “It’s true. My mom’ll tell you she’s real too.”
“Oh yeah?”
Relieved he wasn’t claiming he’d sprouted from Satan’s cabbage patch but
actually had a mother, I glanced around for this wise, all-knowing parent of
his. Maybe she could tell me how to
get to the conservatory. “Who’s your mom?”
“The cook,”
he said, puffing up his chest as if that were the most important title in the
house. “She’s worked here for fifteen years. She knows everything about this
place there is to know. So…don’t go into the roses. You won’t come out alive.
Lewis, the groundskeeper, doesn’t even go in there.”
Aha! So
this place did have a gardener. I
knew it.
I took a
second to ponder why I was being sent to garden then, when Mr. Nash already
paid someone to maintain the place. But if Lewis refused to go into the roses,
as the kid had said, maybe it was rumored to be haunted or something, and that
was where I came in. Then again, why wouldn’t Mr. Nash just hire a new
groundskeeper who wasn’t so scared and superstitious? Then I stopped pondering
the whys. It wasn’t my place to question strange, rich people and their
strange, oddball orders. I was just here to do what I was told and save my mom.
Nodding gravely to the boy, I said, “Thanks
for the warning, kid. But I think I’ll take my chances. Which way?”
He looked
at me as if he’d never see me again because I was headed forth to my death,
then he lifted his hand and quietly pointed toward another opening in the path
of bushes.
“Thanks.” I
nodded and got out of there before some of his creepiness started rubbing off.
Fortunately,
he’d steered me in the right direction. I landed right at the outdoor entrance
into the glass gazebo. Propping the door open, I carted my supplies inside and
then paused to breathe deeply.
But fuck
me, it smelled good in here. You didn’t have to be a flower enthusiast for this
garden to amaze you. It was like the holy shrine of roses. A hallowed kind of
reverence filled my chest. Haunted or not, I liked it. It felt peaceful and yet
revitalizing.
Suddenly
intimidated because I didn’t want to mess anything up in such a perfect place,
my hands shook as I flipped back to the pages about rose care. The more I
skimmed, however, the more confused I became.
These roses
didn’t need a lick of my attention. They were all in excellent condition as if
someone already tended to them. Maybe creepy kid had been wrong, and Lewis the
groundskeeper came in here hourly to care for them.
Still…What
the hell?
I frowned
and slid my finger along the silken petals of a blood red rose. Perfectly
pruned, weeded, and watered. It was as flawless as a thing could get.
But I
couldn’t go tell Mr. Nash they didn’t need anything, could I? What if he fired
me for lack of work to do, or because he thought I was lazy and lying about the
roses not needing care?
I looked
around again, searching for anything to water, or clip, or re-soil. It was
crazy how thriving every single flower looked.
Maybe this
was some kind of test, and Mr. Nash wanted me to fail. What if he’d never
intended for me to work for him and the contract I’d signed to save my mom was
being burned in the fireplace in this office as I stood here like a dumbass
with nothing to weed.
Confused
and worried, and growing a little angry, I scowled at a wall full of pink vine
roses growing to my right. But they were honestly too pretty to be glared at,
so my mood settled.
I bet Mom
would love them. She was a fan of pink. And flowers. Plus, these were the
good-smelling kind. I’d be a good son if I brought home such a flower to her.
And it seemed as if they grew in abundance, not as if they were one of the rare
breeds Mr. Nash had spoken of. So I reached for a bloom to pluck it from the
vine without even thinking beyond how much it’d make my mother smile.
Behind me,
a voice growled, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Jumping
half out of my skin because I’d been certain no one had been in here with me, I
whirled around only to gasp, “Shit!”
The creepy
cook’s son hadn’t been lying.
In front of
me stood an irate woman with half her face melted off.
One of my favorite things in teh book world is fairy tale retellings. Whether it's a retold version, or modernized, or some other twist on the classic - I love them. Monster Among the Roses is one of my new favorites. A retelling of sorts of Beauty and the Beast, this story delivers a role reversal within it and a bit of a twist on the classic tale, but with it delivers a powerful story.
In an effort to help his mother, Shaw goes to one of the richest men in the town, offering his servitude in any way for a repayment of loans. Thinking he's made a deal with the devil, so to speak, Shaw doesn't know what he's signed himself up for with Mr. Nash until he arrives at the Nash Mansion and promptly finds himself in the rose garden facing off with a furious woman. It's then that he discovers Mr. Nash's plans for him. But as the days pass, it becomes about so much more than a job to work off a debt, much more than serving Mr. Nash and his wishes and more about getting to know Isobel Nash more.
Isobel has been through a lot, and its left her in an odd situation, left scarred both physically and emotionally, she tends to hide amongst the books in her library or the roses in her garden. Self-concious about her scars, she tries to hide from the outside world, but he leaves her lonely, even if she doesn't want to admit it. When she stumbles upon Shaw in her garden the first time, she's furiously passionate about not wanting him around, but there's more to it than a break in the security of her solitude.
Monster Among the Roses delivers us a unique spin on the tale of Beauty and the Beast, on seeing beyond the outside and into the heart of a person. It's a journey for both Shaw and Isobel together, one that isn't always easy or typical, but one that builds a bond up overtime from friendship to something more. A beautifully romantic tale delivered with characters that pull you in and hold you captive. From Shaw's innate love and loyalty for his mother, his willingness to do whatever it took to help her out, to his desire to see Isobel happy, his good nature showed clear from the start. Isobel wasn't easy to love at first, she was harder to get to know, waiting for her to open up and share more about what made her who she is today, but once the extent of her damages was out, it was clear to see she was hurt more deeply than most saw.
I'm excited to see where Linda Kage takes us with the rest of the books in the series, seeing how she uses and alters other classic fairytales and reworks them into newly magical love stories.
I grew up
on a dairy farm in the Midwest as the youngest of eight children. Now I live in
Kansas with my husband, two daughters, nine cuckoo clocks, and a cat named
Holly. My life's been blessed with lots of people to learn from and love.
Writing's always been a major part my world, and I'm so happy to finally share
some of my stories with other romance lovers.
I'm a member of Romance Writers of America, and I've been through a writing correspondence class in children's literature from The Institute of Children's Literarture, and then I continued my writing lessons by majoring in English with an emphasis in creative fiction writing from Pittsburg State University.
I'm a member of Romance Writers of America, and I've been through a writing correspondence class in children's literature from The Institute of Children's Literarture, and then I continued my writing lessons by majoring in English with an emphasis in creative fiction writing from Pittsburg State University.
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