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

Later, as they drank coffee outside a bar in Trevélez, the highest village in Spain, Cornelius leaned over to Laura and whispered, "I keep dreaming about you."


Instantly her cheeks flamed a fiery red and she choked on her coffee. 


"Sorry,"she said, wiping her mouth with a napkin and brushing down her skirt to hide her confusion. Then, without looking up, she replied. "I've been dreaming about you too."


He reached over and took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. 


"But did you dream about me last night?"The other two girls, who had been deep in conversation about a passing waiter in very tight trousers, caught his tone, stopped and looked over at them.


"I thought so,"Cornelius said. "Me neither."


"What do you mean? I don't understand."


Cornelius looked meaningfully at the other two who were now listening avidly. "Let's go for a little walk. Would you excuse us for a minute, girls?"


Chapter 47