B.W.P.

What is love to an immortal? Long stretches of life can be lonely, love can be forgotten, and you always outlive everyone you meet—So what’s the point? Sometimes all you want to do is give up—But that’s difficult when you can’t die. 

Her hand is warm. Her fingers interlace with mine. A squeeze. Our eyes melt into each other. This is more than both of us are capable of understanding. The curse that trapped us in this realm doesn’t seem so bad. From this point, I never want a day without Mary by my side. We saved each other in more ways than one. From despair, love is born. 
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On Belzaar, wishes become curses. Mary will face tough decisions, blood-thirsty vampires, bitter ghosts, and the witches who cursed the dead island. But Mary’s toughest battle might be confronting an emotion she swore died centuries ago, love.
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The Cursed ONes

What? I’m… awake—In my bed? Fully opening my eyes. I’m covered in the cuddly fur comforter. My head sinks into the feather-filled satin pillows. Of course, no light bleeds through the stained glass, but I know it’s daytime. What happened last night? My feet raise instinctively when they touch the cold of the stone slabs making up my hotel room. 


There’s a knock at the door. My watch says it’s seven a.m. Room service is right on time. Stretching, I’m hungry. Yawning, rising out of bed, slipping into complimentary fuzzy slippers. I… I can’t remember details, but I… there was a fight last night? Or… was it just a dream? Christopher—He abandoned me! That’s right… but the rest—We had sex! Yeah, I remember the ruins, the cemetery, everything else is fading, like a bad dream. It was only a dream.


“Fresh orange juice, toast, and a side of bacon—Same as yesterday, and the day before that. Ms. Flagstone, you do know we offer a full menu, right?”


Chapter 9: About Last Night