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

Then suddenly, just as she was really getting into it, Rupert pulled back.


"Oh Samantha, I'm so sorry. Sorry Sam."


She stared back at him, completely confused. 


"What? What is it, Rupert? Was it horrible?"


Rupert spread his hands, his expression one of despair. 


"No, no. It was wonderful, perfect. I just can't do it."


"But why? I don't understand. I thought it was wonderful too."And now he was spoiling it.


 "Hurt me! Rupert, you're not making any sense. Why would you hurt me? You were gentle. I loved it. Tell me what you mean."


She was so frustrated and confused she wanted to stamp her foot and have a tantrum. 


Samantha glared at him. "You can't just leave it like that, Rupert. You've got to tell me. It's not bloody fair!"


And she actually stamped her foot. Like a bloody four-year-old. She felt humiliated and ashamed. 


Chapter 34