Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for ‘On the Seventh Day’ by Mark Wilson. I have an extract to share with you all today but first let’s see what this book is all about.
Author : Mark Wilson
Title : On the Seventh Day
Pages : 324
Publisher : Spellbound Books
Publication date : March 7, 2021
| ABOUT THE BOOK |
God is furious. He has run out of patience with humans and decided that our time is over. We’ve had our chance and it’s back to the drawing board.
Mo, and Jay, best friends who’ve screwed up in the past, beg him for one more chance to get the humans back on track.
Alongside Mr Saluzar, the head of a global charity foundation, and Nick, The Fallen Angel, they hurtle towards Armageddon and their one chance to prove God wrong.
They have seven days to save us
| EXTRACT |
Nick’s stomach lurched as Stewart glared across the table at him. His apology forming in his vocal cords, Nick pushed it back and listened to the wee part of himself that had won him his department in the first place.
“I’m talking to you, Stewart. Back off.”
Stewart’s eyebrows creased in the centre; his scowl brought ice to Nick’s heart. Fuck. Wrong choice.
Standing, Stewart’s eyes widened in fury. His eyes tore the air between them, smoke shooting through his nostrils.
“You remember who I am and remember who the fuck you are.” Stewart stabbed at Nick’s chest, his strong finger digging deep into the flesh. “You’re a cog, son. A bureaucrat. By fuck, you’re practically my damned secretary. You should be under this table with your overactive lips on my cock. It’s about all you’re good for.”
Shocked into silence, Nick assessed his options for a moment as Stewart glared over the table at him. Relaxing his shoulders, Nick decided to push his luck.
“Yes, well you’d know better than I the qualities in possession of a skilled oralist.” A beat passed. Stewart’s expression melted.
“Aye, you’re right there, Nick.” He laughed, all anger gone.
Stewart nodded over at the waiter who was making his way to the table. “Might make that one give me a blowy just now.” Nick peered across the room, assessing the man. “He’s a bit lardy for your tastes, is he not?” Stewart shrugged.
“Aye, but he’s a good height. Big laddies like that have always a grand big boaby on them. Who gives a fuck if he’s carrying a bit ay timber round the waist?”
Exasperated, Nick shook his head. Stewart had been having a gay phase for years now, which was mostly fine, and a marked improvement on his usual pish, but recently he’d been a bit too obsessed with girth and length. Pushing ma boundaries, son, he’d said. Nick reckoned that acting the size queen was beneath his boss, but figured that his temporary obsession with big dicks was an improvement from the heroin phase Stewart had thrown himself into some years earlier. The boss got Catholic as fuck on the smack; he was happier, more balanced on the cock.
| ABOUT THE AUTHOR |
Mark Wilson is the author of twelve works of fiction and one non-fiction memoir. He also writes Crime Thrillers under the pseudonym, C.P. Wilson
Mark’s short story ‘Glass Ceiling’ won first prize in May, 2015 on Spinetingler’s Short story competition and will be included in Ryan Bracha’s Twelve Nights at Table Six. dEaDINBURGH reached the quarter finals of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award in 2014 and was a finalist in the Wishing Shelf Book Awards, 2015.
Mark currently teaches Biology in a Fife secondary school and writes in his spare time, in lieu of sleep.
Thanks lovely for sharing this extract today and taking part in the tour x