I would like to thank GB Lindsey for taking the time to talk to us about her new novella One Door Closes, part of the anthology from Carina Press.
Secrets of Neverwood
Three foster brothers are called home to Neverwood, the stately Pacific Northwest mansion of their youth. They have nothing in common but a promise to Audrey, the woman they all called mother…
Secrets of Neverwood is a multi-author trilogy; One Door Closes, The Growing Season and The Lost Year can be enjoyed either as a continuity or as standalones.
One Door Closes
Years ago, Calvin Ware found a refuge in Neverwood, a home for wayward boys. Now, following the death of his foster mother Audrey, he’s returned to fulfill her request to restore the decrepit Victorian mansion to its former purpose.
Under the threat of repossession, Cal clashes with his foster brothers over restoration plans while fending off the unscrupulous developer who is breathing down his neck. Audrey’s well-meaning presence in his dreams does more harm than good as he struggles to cope with it all. What’s more, the contractor he hires to get the building up to code turns out to be Will Cabot, his high school flame.
As they begin working together, Cal finds he still has feelings for his first love. But his mistakes of years ago threaten their future, just as they ruined their past, and Cal knows he can’t withstand the heartbreak a second time.
Excerpt from One Door Closes
He shakes his head, but the aroma persists, snug and smooth as the chocolate melting in the dough.
Audrey lifts an eyebrow, then sets the plate aside with a sigh. “All right.” Her eyes flick down and back, tracking from cookie to face.
He glares at her, because he’s already snatching the topmost cookie and taking a pointed bite. She laughs just as the flavor floods his taste buds, and he groans aloud before he can stop himself. Which only makes her laugh more.
“One day this isn’t going to work for you, you know,” he says.
She sticks the tip of her tongue between her teeth and grins, as cheeky as the twelve-year-old who arrived yesterday, and he can’t not smile. “You know that, do you?”
He bites into the cookie again and feels himself relaxing back into the couch. It’s a reflex, like breathing when surfacing from water, and Audrey strokes the lock of his hair over his brow.
“Don’t do that when he’s here.” He knows he’s grumbling, but she’s dismantled every other barrier he’s erected and he wants to keep this one at least.
She places a hand over her heart, fingers splaying across the deep purple of her blouse. “I swear on my life.”
Outside the window, a basketball thunks hard against weathered boards instead of asphalt, and one of the boys crows. Audrey raps firmly on the windowpane but doesn’t take her eyes off Calvin. “What do you say I close up the library for you two tonight?”
He stares at her, thinking of clambering kids half his age, of the way locked doors just demand to be knocked on and slammed against in this house. “I don’t—we don’t need the library.”
“Oh, I thought maybe you wanted to talk to Will tonight.”
“Okay.” She fingers the threadbare edge of a drape. “Thought I might close it up anyway. Max has been hiding the books again.”
He scowls. “He’s such a damn brat, why do you even let him—”
She turns a look on him and he subsides, until her lip twitches upward. She touches his hair again, the motion continuous this time, fingertips brushing at his temple with each pass. “He’ll catch on. You all do.” Her hand keeps moving, and she shifts on her end of the couch. “Honey, don’t be nervous.”
“What?” He sits up. “I’m not. Why would I be nervous?”
The smile she gives him is sweet and real. “I don’t know.” Her voice is wondering. “But it’s fine. It’ll be fine.”
He swallows. Can’t explain, not here in the music room with all this afternoon light and the other boys just outside, and Will arriving any minute, probably walking up the front path right now in his oversized sweatshirt. What’s inside Calvin is getting too big for words, sliding out of him day by day in hitches and spurts when he looks at Will, when he reaches for his hand, when Will touches his cheek with his thumb and strokes down toward his mouth like it’s instinctive, like he doesn’t even think.
Audrey’s eyes track over his face, and she opens her mouth.
Calvin woke with a quick suck of air, fingers digging into the mattress. Moonlight streamed elongated rectangles across the floor, and the murmur of geese passing overhead filtered in from outside.
There was no sound in the room itself, but rather a cloying sense of it, as if someone had just spoken Will’s name aloud.
Listen to GB reading from the first chapter
About the Author
G. B. Lindsey was born and raised in California, where she earned her undergraduate degree in Literature and Creative Writing from UC Santa Cruz. Her first love has always been writing: as a child, she cultivated such diverse goals as becoming “a cowgirl and a writer” or “a paleontologist and a writer.”
Aside from her salacious and ongoing affair with the horror genre, she loves to write sci-fi, romance, historical fiction, and short stories. Other hobbies include playing the piano, reading voraciously, the occasional period drama movie night, and devouring scary film after scary film. She recently moved back home from Newcastle upon Tyne, where she earned her Master of Arts in Creative Writing, and now lives in Sacramento.
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