Every Halloween, I die.
Not metaphorically. Not in a fun, spooky-season kind of way.
Actually die.
For twenty-seven years, something has happened to me every October thirty-first. A car accident. A fall. A near-drowning. Injuries I can’t explain and memories that disappear somewhere between sunset and sunrise. I’ve spent my whole life pretending it’s normal.
Then there’s Ashe Mortensen.
The funeral home owner has always been strange around me. He watches me like he’s waiting for something terrible to happen, then acts like nothing’s wrong. And this Halloween, I finally notice the old iron disc hanging around his neck.
I’ve seen it before in old photographs.
The same disc appears around the neck of Mortensen men standing beside people who died on Halloween. Generation after generation. Decade after decade.
Then I find the ledger.
A list of names. Every one of them died on October thirty-first. Funeral flowers ordered before the bodies were even cold. And one name appears again and again: Mortensen.
The deeper I dig, the more I realize my Halloween curse isn’t bad luck. It’s a bargain. One that’s been keeping Hollow Creek safe for generations.
And Ashe has known about it all along.
Worse, he may be the reason I keep waking up alive.
But every year he saves me, something is taken from me in return.
This year, I’m done losing pieces of myself.
A paranormal romance filled with small-town secrets, a centuries-old mystery, and a love story tangled up with both. All with a little dark humor.
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Not metaphorically. Not in a fun, spooky-season kind of way.
Actually die.
For twenty-seven years, something has happened to me every October thirty-first. A car accident. A fall. A near-drowning. Injuries I can’t explain and memories that disappear somewhere between sunset and sunrise. I’ve spent my whole life pretending it’s normal.
Then there’s Ashe Mortensen.
The funeral home owner has always been strange around me. He watches me like he’s waiting for something terrible to happen, then acts like nothing’s wrong. And this Halloween, I finally notice the old iron disc hanging around his neck.
I’ve seen it before in old photographs.
The same disc appears around the neck of Mortensen men standing beside people who died on Halloween. Generation after generation. Decade after decade.
Then I find the ledger.
A list of names. Every one of them died on October thirty-first. Funeral flowers ordered before the bodies were even cold. And one name appears again and again: Mortensen.
The deeper I dig, the more I realize my Halloween curse isn’t bad luck. It’s a bargain. One that’s been keeping Hollow Creek safe for generations.
And Ashe has known about it all along.
Worse, he may be the reason I keep waking up alive.
But every year he saves me, something is taken from me in return.
This year, I’m done losing pieces of myself.
A paranormal romance filled with small-town secrets, a centuries-old mystery, and a love story tangled up with both. All with a little dark humor.
Genre: Urban Fantasy
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