Jenny Twist was born in York and brought up in the West Yorkshire mill town of Heckmondwike, the eldest grandchild of a huge extended family.
She left school at fifteen and went to work in an asbestos factory. After working in various jobs, including bacon-packer and escapologist’s assistant (she was The Lovely Tanya), she returned to full-time education and did a BA in history, at Manchester and post-graduate studies at Oxford.
She stayed in Oxford working as a recruitment consultant for many years and it was there that she met and married her husband, Vic.
In 2001 they retired and moved to Southern Spain where they live with their rather eccentric dogs and cat. Besides writing, she enjoys reading, knitting and attempting to do fiendishly difficult logic puzzles.
In July 2018 she won the Author Show TOP FEMALE AUTHOR Fantasy/Horror/Paranormal/Science Fiction award.

. . .In the south of Spain at the beginning of the twentieth century, village people still believed in this particular fabulous beast. Sometimes they called it a mantequero, and sometimes a sacamantecas; it was a monster which looked like a man, but which lived in wild places and fed on human manteca or fat . . .
Some people still do . . .

This book is a compilation of the three Mantequero stories: Mantequero, Disappeared and Sins of the Father; with the addition of two new stories: The First Mantequero and The Last Mantequero.


Tales of the Mantequero

"What size were you when we came here? Twenty-four, twenty-six?"


Heather muttered something that might have been 'twenty-six'.


"Look at you now! You can't be more than size eighteen. In less than a week, Heather. You've gone down five dress sizes in less than a week. What do you think could have caused that? There is no sensible explanation for that amount of weight loss."


She stopped and stood in front of her friend, her arms crossed, her expression severe. 


"We've got to go now. We've got to get out before he completely consumes you. Pack your things. I'm going to ring Johan."


            "No!"Heather screamed, and she turned and ran out of the house. 


"Heather! Heather!"Alison screamed her name down the street - but she had gone. The night had swallowed her. For a moment Alison stood in the doorway, uncertain what to do. Then she went into the house and rang Johan. 


Chapter 27