We have B. Bentley Summers stopping by today with his new release Wehr Wolff Castle from NineStar Press
Title: Wehr Wolff Castle
Series: The Wehr Wolff Chronicles, Book One
Author: B. Bentley Summers
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 7/24/17
Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex
Genre: Paranormal/Horror, WW2, Alternate history, Lit/genre, fantasy/paranormal, horror, war, action, thriller, cisgender, abuse, military, experimentation, shifters, werewolves, spies, scientists
During the rise of Nazi Germany, Hagen Messer joins the Royal Air Force as an American soldier who specializes in tracking. He’s attached to British commandos and given a seemingly simple mission—to find a captive and destroy a dam—but everything goes awry. Hagen’s plane crashes into Germany’s Wehr Forest and he has to use his extrasensory abilities to track the captive to nearby Wehr Wolff Castle, a secret Nazi base where vile experiments are being conducted.
Hagen and his surviving team members must sneak into the castle and devise a way to destroy the experimental labs creating diabolical creatures. Hagen is horrified to find Nazis and scientists with no scruples, and at the most inconvenient time, he learns that he may be in love with one of his teammates, an Irishman named Liam. In order to protect his love and his friends, Hagen must feign nonchalance amidst pure degeneracy and suspicion. Hagen soon discovers, though, that he is in over his head.
What may not only redeem him, but also save his lover and friends, is a childhood past and a darkness lurking deep inside him, just waiting to be engaged.
Exclusive Excerpt from Wehr Wolff Castle by B. Bentley Summers
The chef, a large man with loose jowls, came to their table to tell them what their pallet was about to indulge in: a roasted pig, complemented by lightly seasoned potato puree, fried asparagus in herb cream, and red cabbage cooked with sweet and sour flavors. And for dessert, German chocolate cake. A few SS officers clapped their hands in eager anticipation. Hagen’s stomach turned.
The chef finished and apologized. His piggy eyes shifted nervously to Wagner and said that there was, however, going to be a twenty-minute delay. The chef bowed to Wagner, his cheeks jiggling. Wagner merely nodded and waved his hand in dismissal.
“Dr. Lawerenze, would you like a tour of the facility?” Dr. Mengele asked.
Wagner grinned and slapped the table. “A wonderful idea.”
Roesia touched a hand to her chest, “Oh, that would be lovely.” She displayed an encouraging smile. Hagen guessed it had taken a great deal of effort to force the expression.
Dr. Mengele fervently rubbed his hands together. Wagner placed his SS officer’s hat on his head, then turned to the guards, giving orders. Roesia grabbed her wineglass, glanced at Hagen for a moment, and then gulped her drink down. He tried to keep her attention, maybe get her alone by herself, but she turned and was speaking to an SS officer who had his enamored gaze fixed on her. Hagen got up, looked down at the suitcase that had been sitting near his feet, and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants.
Why haven’t they arrested any of them yet? he thought. I made a mess of answers with Martz.
Hagen regarded the enemies around him. Wagner was speaking to the guards, and Dr. Mengele had grabbed Roesia’s hands as he told her what to expect. Roesia offered a limp smile, but her face had blanched. Becke was pouring himself a new glass of the wine that had been brought in by Otto. They obviously didn’t have Martz’s report yet, but when they did… Hagen’s stomach hitched.
Dr. Mengele announced, “It’s time.”
Hagen picked up the suitcase and followed everyone, holding the case in front of him. It kept his now-visibly shaking hands under control.
A couple of minutes later, Hagen was near the rear of their group. A couple of SS guards were at the tail end. The impassioned Dr. Mengele was in the lead. Behind the Nazi doctor were Roesia and Wagner. Becke, as well as a couple of the SS officers, came along—they had all brought their wineglasses with them. Everyone, in fact, held a ruby glass of wine except for Hagen and Roesia.
Dr. Mengele came to a set of dark wooden doors. Two SS guards were on either side of the doorway, holding rifles and empty stares. Another SS guard sat at a desk, a red phone close at hand.
One guard pivoted to the door. He used a key to unlock it, then grabbed the metal ring doorknob and yanked hard. A loud creak, which seemed never-ending, sounded.
Stone stairs were leading down into pure hellish blackness. Torches spaced on the wall lit up and provided a gloomy luminance. Spine-tingling yelps and howls greeted them.
Dr. Mengele turned, saying, “There will be that noise until we get into the experimental laboratory section.” He waved his hand for them to follow.
Wagner laughed—it looked like he was joking with Roesia. The superb Nazi posturing she’d been pulling off had vanished. In its place was a palpable terror. Her eyes were wide, staring into the void beyond, her face even whiter than it had been before. Her arms were crossed over her chest. Wagner placed his arm around her midsection, and she startled, looking to him. One side of her mouth curved up in what Hagen assumed was her best effort at a thankful smile. The two went down, and the rest followed.
Hagen and the group wound down flights of stairs and came to a wide passageway. Overhead were lamps, providing feeble light. Spaced out every twenty feet at one side the stone corridor were spiraling staircases. Hagen stepped out of line and took a few steps down one and peered over the railing. Another passageway was in view. The stairs looked as if they coiled deeper to more floors below. Numerous yelps drifted from below.
He remembered Justine telling him she’d seen thousands enter this castle and never come back out. How deep does it go?
No doubt, very deep.
A shrill shriek echoed. Hagen backed up the stairs and hurried down the corridor, catching up to the group.
One lucky winner will receive an ebook of their choice from NineStar Press
Bryce is a psychologist, gay author, and the founder of Queer Sense Theory.
Not sure what he wanted to do in life, Bryce spent his 20s exploring different jobs and landed one job in Bangkok, Thailand, which has yet to be topped. Deciding it was time to get a career, Bryce completed his doctorate degree in psychology at the University of Houston. Upon graduation he worked for the Department of Veteran Affairs for six years before becoming a contract psychologist who provides examinations to veterans, helping them get their disability and pension entitlements.
Bryce writes popular fiction genres that fall in the areas of Sci-Fi, Horror, Fantasy, Thriller, Supernatural, Suspense or a blend all of them, and he has a passion for gay fiction. He has self-published several gay fiction short stories and a novel that follow the character, Daemon the Demon Boy. He also published YA Post-Apocalyptic novels, Amen to Rot series as well as The Zombie Squad. The Zombie Squad was a finalist for the 2016 Readers Favorite in YA Horror. Rotville is a self-published Sci-Fi Thriller/ Horror that has been self-published was a finalist for the 2016 US Book News Contest.
He is also the founder of Queer Sense theory which provides a theoretical model on how people form attitudes towards LGBTQ+ individuals and shape one’s gender and sexual orientation identity. The theory looks closely at the interaction between social models, language, and attachment, or human connections, affect one’s feelings and thereby influence attitudes. Queer Sense is currently under review by a literary agency and will hopefully be published soon.
A new middle-grade werewolf book as well as a gay erotic urban fantasy book are in the pre-publishing phase.
Wehr Wolff Castle is the first installment of The Wehr Wolff Chronicles.
7/23 Bayou Book Junkie
7/24 Love Bytes
7/25 Divine Magazine
7/26 Bonkers about books
7/26 Happily Ever Chapter
7/27 Queer Sci Fi
7/27 MM Good Book Reviews