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Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance

I’ll Be Home…

Part of the Stories that Stand Alone

They say you can never go back…

‘Course, I never wanted to return. It took me years to age out. Once I made it, I took off and never turned around.

Trust me, there were only three reasons I managed to survive there as long as I did and they abandoned me as soon as they were able. I’d like to say I didn’t blame them, but that would be a lie.

I had zero desire to return. Yet here I was, on the road to Northland chasing a story cause my editor told me kids were disappearing… again.

It doesn’t matter what I want, I’m taking the fastest route to the darkest part of my past.

And then I’ll be home…

*Please note this is a reverse harem and the authors suggest you always read the foreword in their books. Contains some dark elements, mature situations, and is definitely intended for 18+. This is a standalone and if you’re very good, the elves might even bring it sooner than Christmas.

I’ll Be Home…

Part of the Stories that Stand Alone

I’ll Be Home…


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The rear of the car slipped a little as I followed the circular exit. In the distance, the flicker of lights told me I was almost there. I slowed at the sign that said Welcome to Northland. The sensory assault was all in my head. It didn’t matter that I was in the car or grown. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t a scared teen on foot, trying to get back to the…

A flash of a red light jolted me out of the memory along with the car’s shrieking proximity alarm and sudden braking, but it was too late. I hit something.

No—not something

Oh shit.

“No, no, no, no!” I chanted, cold sweat breaking out all over and my stomach bottoming out. Had I seriously just hit a person with my car? Surely not.

That was the whole point of that stupid proximity alarm thing, wasn’t it?

My hands shook so badly I needed to try three times before my seatbelt unbuckled, then I popped my door open and nearly slipped ass over tit on a patch of ice. Fuck this stupid cold town and all its bad energy.

“Oh, come on!” I groaned, seeing the unmistakable bulk of a human on the ground halfway under the hood of my car. Guilt and fear swirled through my head so hard I nearly fainted while bending down to check if I was about to be charged with manslaughter. Holy hell, I couldn’t go to jail.

My trembling hand hovered over the person’s black coat a moment while I tried to work up some courage.

Pull it together, Rayne!

The unexpected internal use of my real name jolted me so much that I smacked my victim’s shoulder, then gasped. Was he dead? It was a man, that much I could see now. How fast had I been driving?

“Hey, uh, I’m so sorry… sir? Are you… uh… okay?” As soon as I said it, I winced. Of course he wasn’t fucking okay I’d just run him over.

Swallowing hard, I moved my fingers to his throat to check for a pulse. His skin was hot, and to my intense relief, his pulse was strong.

“Oh, thank fuck,” I exclaimed, giving a slightly unhinged laugh. “Okay. You’re not dead. That’s good. Not dead is good. Uh… Sir, I’m going to call an ambulance, okay? Just… wait here.”

“Seriously?” A gruff voice moaned from halfway under my car, making me damn near pee my pants. “Wait here? You hit me with your car and your advice is wait here? Call the fucking cops, you appalling driver.”

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