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167 pages, ebook
First published October 27, 2018


Cruce extended a tendril of shadow and trailed it along her outer thigh, moving it steadily higher.A battered woman flees to a isolated cabin in the woods to escape her abusive husband. While living in the cabin, she feels at times that she's being watched. And she is.
"You are mine, Josephine Davis," Cruce whispered into her ear.Cruce has fur, claw-tipped fingers, and a deep baritone voice. He also is 99% shadow the entire year, except for one day. Then his real form appears.
His long, many pointed antlers swept up and backward from a pale, shimmering hair that hung around his broad shoulders. His eyes gleamed silver with reflected light, set in a face that was at once elfin, masculine, and bestial.This story felt like a draft of a much longer, darkly romantic fairytale that was waiting to be written. It wasn't perfect, and felt a bit clunky at times, but was still an enjoyable read.

"Were long dormant desires truly the cause of the pull he felt toward her? He hungered, yes, but this was more than mere hunger, more than lust. This was something new"
"Hunger roared within him, but it was a different sort of hunger, deeper and more consuming than his need for stolen life energies. It was a hunger solely for her. After a few moments, she shook her head, dropped her gaze, and pulled the curtains closed. The connection was immediately severed, and the emptiness within Cruce expanded to new depths."