Devour
By,
Jill Cooper
Life in Gloucester Massachusetts will never be the same.
Raging storms, fierce winds, shadows shifting in the
breeze. Storms are nothing new for the fishing hamlet.
But darkness has come to claim the hearts and minds of
those that stand in it too long. When that happens, love will be ripped from
man leaving only violence, despair, and gnashing teeth.
Except for two.
Roberta is a single mom, a waitress struggling to get
through life after a rocky start tainted by murder and loss. Her heart yearns
for Gabriel; a deputy living in the shadow of the chief. He's a battle weary
soldier ready to settle down.
When the storm comes, when the murders start, it will be
up to them to stop it before darkness isn't just an empty void.
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Devour excerpt
The door chimed and I glanced over, fluffing my red curls
slightly. He was right on time.
With Brooding wide shoulders, Deputy Gabriel Manning
could fill out a uniform in all the right places. His hair was sandy brown, and
soft like an ocean’s wave. My heart
skipped a beat in the way it had when I knew Gabriel growing up, but what girl
hadn’t had a crush on him?
“Deputy.” I said with a smile as I poured a cup of coffee
into a Styrofoam cup and attached a lid.
“Danish?”
“Not today. I have to watch the calories.” Gabriel smiled
and patted his perfectly flat stomach. Perfectly perfect was more like it. On
more than one occasion I had imagined him without his shirt. Always made me
feel guilty, I wasn’t ready to move on, and he just wasn’t my friend.
He was Rick’s friend too.
That just made it a whole host of complicated and while I
knew Gabriel should have been off-limits, nobody told my heart that.
He took the coffee and his fingers swept across mine
gently, but I knew he did it on purpose. It made me blush, but my heart
sprouted wings. He had been working up
to something for a while, but I never said anything. Always pretended I didn’t
notice. My heart shouted at me through a bullhorn to say or do anything, but
the guilt stopped me.
Guilt like I was betraying my dead soon-to-be-husband
with his closest friend. Meanwhile Rick was somewhere at the bottom of
Gloucester Harbor, still never found.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Author of the YA Dream Slayer series, Jill loves to blend
horror, comedy, the supernatural, and love, through her novels. A fan of genre
blending, her work strives to cross boundries, but most of all strives to
entertain.
She loves soft cuddly cats, warm blankets, and paranormal
romances.
Jill resides in Massachusetts, is constantly renovating
her home that she shares with her husband, young daughter, and two skittish
cats.
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