Showing results by publisher "Emily Klepp" in Romance

They say good things come to those who wait, but sometimes if you wait just long enough, they get so much worse. It’s been an entire lifetime since he left me, yet somehow it feels like it was just yesterday that I sat huddled in the corner. I rebuilt myself after the damage that had been done, but he wants more. He always wants more. Soon, I will have nothing left to give but myself. Even in death, he was never really gone. This time, the recurrence of inheritance will be my saving grace.

Detective Megan Nell is a 7 year veteran of the Greensburg, North Carolina Police Department. She has spent the last three years in the Homicide Division, with her partner, Detective Greg Mallard, at her side. Together they investigate a string of bodies found floating in a secluded lake on the outskirts of their small but vibrant town. With events she never predicted, Megan ends up in a fight for her life. Will the sins of her father’s crimes come back for her?

Being an empath means I get to feel everything that everyone else feels. The good, the the bad, and the disgusting. Some people gain the ability to do cool things like move things with their mind or control the elements. Some people can even save lives with healing abilities. Me? I just get anxious. That’s what I get.

My anxiety is tortuous and is constantly interfering with my life. It is always stopping me from what I want in life… My bosses. I have been taught from a young age to not be the temptress who invites unwanted attention, so I stay in the shadows. That doesn’t mean I don’t see how they look at me. Their little smirks are fuel for my fantasies. Everything escalates with one webpage I forgot to close out of.

For six years I have watched this man who has the kindest soul, and it is addicting. The fact that I get to work side-by-side with him should feel like a blessing, but it’s torturous to not be able to tell him how I feel. I am scarily comfortable with him, despite everything that happened to me when I was eighteen. Men like him deserve better than a broken and shattered soul to weigh them down, yet here he is by my side.