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

He was standing on the mountain, the wind whipping at his clothes, looking down at the little village, and the shadow man was standing beside him. 


"Ignacio, my son,"he said. "You will come to me. You must come to me and set me free, and together we shall feed on the food of the gods."


He wanted to say, 'That is not my name,' but the words would not come. Instead he watched in horror as the man turned to face him and he saw his face for the first time. He saw his face ... and it was his own!


Rupert sat up in bed, wreathed in a cold sweat, barely able to hold in the scream. The sheets were damp and twisted around his limbs. 


Somehow this seemed worse than all the previous dreams. 


Chapter 37