Title: The Riddles of Mulberry Island
Author: Huston Piner
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: June 15, 2020
Heat Level: 1 – No Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 72500
Genre: Contemporary YA, LGBTQIA+, historical/early 50s, young-YA, first love, coming-of-age, kids in danger, kidnapping, domestic child abuse, family issues, action-adventure
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Synopsis
While out fishing one bright summer day,
fifteen-year-old Tommy Oakley is startled to spy what appears to be a giant
fish surfacing in the inlet near Mulberry Island. Confused and a little
fearful, he returns to Bayside, the tiny village where he lives, and recruits
Wendy to help him solve the mystery.
fifteen-year-old Tommy Oakley is startled to spy what appears to be a giant
fish surfacing in the inlet near Mulberry Island. Confused and a little
fearful, he returns to Bayside, the tiny village where he lives, and recruits
Wendy to help him solve the mystery.
A few nights later, Tommy goes camping
with his best friend John, and they’re alarmed to see ghostly lights floating
above the water and movement inside the island’s abandoned mansion.
with his best friend John, and they’re alarmed to see ghostly lights floating
above the water and movement inside the island’s abandoned mansion.
Everyone in Bayside knows the island is
uninhibited, but they also think it’s haunted, so Tommy and John are more than
ready to stay away. But the strong-willed Wendy convinces the reluctant boys to
investigate the source of the lights, thereby setting in motion a harrowing
adventure that has them dodging bullets and running for their lives, all the
while struggling to sort out their conflicted feelings for one another.
uninhibited, but they also think it’s haunted, so Tommy and John are more than
ready to stay away. But the strong-willed Wendy convinces the reluctant boys to
investigate the source of the lights, thereby setting in motion a harrowing
adventure that has them dodging bullets and running for their lives, all the
while struggling to sort out their conflicted feelings for one another.
One thing is certain—if they survive the
summer at all, things will never be the same between them again.
summer at all, things will never be the same between them again.
Excerpt
The Riddles of Mulberry Island
Huston Piner © 2020
All Rights Reserved
The Great Bird and the Big Fish
Summer 1952
Tommy Oakley dashed through the woods,
stumbling over roots and ducking low-hanging branches. He knew they might get
in trouble snooping around Mulberry Island, but he hadn’t bargained on this.
Now all he could do was hope he was going in the right direction and that John
and Wendy would be ready to sail as soon as he got there.
stumbling over roots and ducking low-hanging branches. He knew they might get
in trouble snooping around Mulberry Island, but he hadn’t bargained on this.
Now all he could do was hope he was going in the right direction and that John
and Wendy would be ready to sail as soon as he got there.
He swerved around thorny bushes and
jumped over spiny brambles, gulping air, desperate to get away from his
pursuer. It wasn’t easy. For every branch he ducked or squeezed past, two or
more scratched him and tore at his sweat-drenched clothes. And all the while,
his pursuer’s cursing and stumbling grew louder behind him. Somehow, the man
was getting closer.
jumped over spiny brambles, gulping air, desperate to get away from his
pursuer. It wasn’t easy. For every branch he ducked or squeezed past, two or
more scratched him and tore at his sweat-drenched clothes. And all the while,
his pursuer’s cursing and stumbling grew louder behind him. Somehow, the man
was getting closer.
He’s still gaining on me? Doesn’t he
ever get tired?
ever get tired?
A glimpse of marsh confirmed Tommy was
going in the right direction and would soon get to the safety of the boat. The
thorny bushes were giving way to more open ground, and he was finding it easier
to run in a straight line. But that also meant the man chasing him would find it
easier too.
going in the right direction and would soon get to the safety of the boat. The
thorny bushes were giving way to more open ground, and he was finding it easier
to run in a straight line. But that also meant the man chasing him would find it
easier too.
Up ahead, he spotted the area where they
had hidden the dinghy. Just a little more and he’d get away. Panting, he tried
to find the strength for a final burst of speed.
had hidden the dinghy. Just a little more and he’d get away. Panting, he tried
to find the strength for a final burst of speed.
Bang!
The shot seemed to echo all around him.
Tommy gasped and froze in his tracks,
listening, as fear of capture gave way to a more deadly alarm.
listening, as fear of capture gave way to a more deadly alarm.
From somewhere came the loud click of a
rifle being cocked.
rifle being cocked.
As if fired from a gun himself, Tommy
took off running in a complete panic.
took off running in a complete panic.
The second bang was so loud it was deafening.
Then the whole world fell silent.
Tommy fell to the ground.
A branch gashed into his forehead, and
he collapsed onto a bed of fallen leaves.
he collapsed onto a bed of fallen leaves.
Blood oozed from his wounds.
He saw a fading image of the great bird.
And then darkness took him.
*
One month earlier
Tommy was sitting in his boat on a
beautiful sunny afternoon, the handle of his pole loosely resting in his hand,
his mind wandering. It was the first time his father had ever allowed him to go
out fishing by himself.
beautiful sunny afternoon, the handle of his pole loosely resting in his hand,
his mind wandering. It was the first time his father had ever allowed him to go
out fishing by himself.
As various thoughts crept across his
mind, he happened to glance up, and there it was, soaring on the edge of the
heavens.
mind, he happened to glance up, and there it was, soaring on the edge of the
heavens.
The great bird stretched its wings and
floated in wide swirling spirals. As Tommy watched it, a light breeze floated
over him. The briny air filled his lungs, and he sighed, pushing sandy brown
locks out of his eyes.
floated in wide swirling spirals. As Tommy watched it, a light breeze floated
over him. The briny air filled his lungs, and he sighed, pushing sandy brown
locks out of his eyes.
It had been a perfect day.
Well, almost perfect. He’d wanted it to
be special, one to remember—and normally, he would have invited his friends
John Webster and Wendy Harris to come along. The trouble was, lately, John and
Wendy always seemed to be getting on each other’s nerves. And if Tommy only
invited one of them, it would hurt the other one’s feelings. So, he’d snuck out
by himself and spent the whole day fishing and thinking while the hours drifted
by like the water all around him.
be special, one to remember—and normally, he would have invited his friends
John Webster and Wendy Harris to come along. The trouble was, lately, John and
Wendy always seemed to be getting on each other’s nerves. And if Tommy only
invited one of them, it would hurt the other one’s feelings. So, he’d snuck out
by himself and spent the whole day fishing and thinking while the hours drifted
by like the water all around him.
He glanced at his watch. It was four
thirty.
thirty.
“Keep an eye on the time,” his father
had said.
had said.
“You be sure to get home early for
supper,” his mother had added.
supper,” his mother had added.
They always treated him like a child.
He looked up again at the great bird.
Probably on the prowl for a rat or fish
or something.
or something.
He imagined having wings and sailing
through the air. He’d soar and dive across the sky like he did underwater when
he was swimming. He’d float up high like the great bird. He’d be free.
through the air. He’d soar and dive across the sky like he did underwater when
he was swimming. He’d float up high like the great bird. He’d be free.
He smiled at the thought. Then, as he
lowered his gaze, something caught his eye. It emerged in the inlet between
Mulberry Island and the peninsula.
lowered his gaze, something caught his eye. It emerged in the inlet between
Mulberry Island and the peninsula.
Tommy blinked and leaned forward,
squinting into the distance. It looked like some kind of fish, but it was
huge—it had to be for him to see it from all the way out in the middle of the
bay.
squinting into the distance. It looked like some kind of fish, but it was
huge—it had to be for him to see it from all the way out in the middle of the
bay.
For a moment, it sat there, and then, in
the same unexpected way it had surfaced, the giant fish made a slow descent,
vanishing below the surface.
the same unexpected way it had surfaced, the giant fish made a slow descent,
vanishing below the surface.
Wow. That was incredible! But what was
it—a whale? It would be very odd if it was. They never came this far inside the
sound. And this fish had a large dorsal fin that looked more like some kind of
weird top hat than a fin. He’d never heard of a whale that looked like that.
it—a whale? It would be very odd if it was. They never came this far inside the
sound. And this fish had a large dorsal fin that looked more like some kind of
weird top hat than a fin. He’d never heard of a whale that looked like that.
It was so strange, and all the more so
because of where it was. But then again, everything strange seemed to be
connected to Mulberry Island somehow.
because of where it was. But then again, everything strange seemed to be
connected to Mulberry Island somehow.
“They’ll never believe it.” They never
do anyway.
do anyway.
Tommy’s parents never took him
seriously. His teacher said he had a “vivid imagination.” But as far as his
family—and most of the people in Bayside, the tiny village where they lived—were
concerned, he was either absentminded or just plain dumb.
seriously. His teacher said he had a “vivid imagination.” But as far as his
family—and most of the people in Bayside, the tiny village where they lived—were
concerned, he was either absentminded or just plain dumb.
It’s not fair. Mom and Pop treat me like
a child.
a child.
It was like this boat. It had been a
thirteenth birthday present, but he’d never even been allowed to use it on his
own before today.
thirteenth birthday present, but he’d never even been allowed to use it on his
own before today.
“Come on, Pop,” he’d pleaded over a year
ago. “It’s embarrassing. I’m almost fourteen. It’s been nearly a year since you
gave me the thing. I mean, why even call it mine?” Here he was begging for
permission to do something his friends had been allowed to do for at least a
year, if not longer.
ago. “It’s embarrassing. I’m almost fourteen. It’s been nearly a year since you
gave me the thing. I mean, why even call it mine?” Here he was begging for
permission to do something his friends had been allowed to do for at least a
year, if not longer.
“What a joke,” he had muttered under his
breath.
breath.
“Yeah, Pop,” his brother Jacob had said.
“Give the kid a break. He’ll be okay.”
“Give the kid a break. He’ll be okay.”
Tommy would have been grateful for the
moral support, but then Jacob had tousled his hair and added, “Won’t you,
little guy?”
moral support, but then Jacob had tousled his hair and added, “Won’t you,
little guy?”
It was something Tommy positively
despised. At twenty years old, Jacob wasn’t a bad guy, and he often sided with
Tommy. But he had the uncanny knack of treating him like a silly but lovable
little puppy, which irritated him to no end.
despised. At twenty years old, Jacob wasn’t a bad guy, and he often sided with
Tommy. But he had the uncanny knack of treating him like a silly but lovable
little puppy, which irritated him to no end.
But it didn’t matter anyway. In the
Oakley house, a “no” was a “no.” His fourteenth birthday came and went, the
school year started, and winter passed into spring. Finally, it was the
beginning of his last summer before high school and tenth grade. He had just
turned fifteen.
Oakley house, a “no” was a “no.” His fourteenth birthday came and went, the
school year started, and winter passed into spring. Finally, it was the
beginning of his last summer before high school and tenth grade. He had just
turned fifteen.
They were all listening to the radio,
and the news had just finished with a report about President Eisenhower’s
remarks on the war in Korea. Tommy took the opportunity to ask his father one
more time, only to be told no yet again, and he had despaired of ever being
treated like anything more than a child.
and the news had just finished with a report about President Eisenhower’s
remarks on the war in Korea. Tommy took the opportunity to ask his father one
more time, only to be told no yet again, and he had despaired of ever being
treated like anything more than a child.
Then, last night, his father had
surprised him and said if he wanted, he could go out in his boat without adult
supervision in the morning. At first, Tommy had thought he was joking, but his
father assured him he was serious.
surprised him and said if he wanted, he could go out in his boat without adult
supervision in the morning. At first, Tommy had thought he was joking, but his
father assured him he was serious.
Of course, there had been a few “ifs” to
go along with this bestowal of generosity: He could go if the weather was
promising, if he made sure to return before suppertime, and if his mother didn’t
need him for chores. That last “if” was almost a deal breaker. Tommy’s mother
was famous for making up excuses to keep him under her wing—something the other
boys at school often teased him about.
go along with this bestowal of generosity: He could go if the weather was
promising, if he made sure to return before suppertime, and if his mother didn’t
need him for chores. That last “if” was almost a deal breaker. Tommy’s mother
was famous for making up excuses to keep him under her wing—something the other
boys at school often teased him about.
But somehow, he’d managed to get away.
And despite not having John and Wendy with him, it had been the best day of his
life.
And despite not having John and Wendy with him, it had been the best day of his
life.
And then he’d seen that big fish.
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Meet the Author
Huston Piner always wanted to be a writer but realized from an early age that learning to read would have to take precedence. A voracious reader, he loves nothing more than a well-told story, a glass of red, and music playing in the background. His writings focus on ordinary gay teenagers and young adults struggling with their orientation in the face of cultural prejudice and the evolving influence of LGBTQA+ rights on society. He and his partner live in a house ruled by three domineering cats in the mid-Atlantic region.
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