I told Felicity, my best friend, that I had kicked Lachlan out of bed two months ago because it was too uncomfortable to try to share the space with him, and it wasn’t exactly untrue. “I’ll do my best.” I waddled back the hallway and into my bedroom, where I climbed into my bed and rearranged all my pillows. He closed the distance between us and kissed my eyebrow, one hand coming up to rub my swollen stomach. Leaving the bathroom, I ran into Lachlan Flint, my boyfriend, who was standing outside the guest bedroom, scratching his bare stomach.

If he was butt down instead of head down, then there was a chance he might deliver breech, and I really didn’t want that, because of the complications and all that. Actually, I guessed he was head-butting it, at least if he was in the right position, he was. Its capacity was severely diminished due to the fact that my unborn son was sitting on it. I emptied my bladder, knowing that it would be full again in twenty minutes. Then I waddled out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. I threw aside the covers and climbed out of bed. But a little sympathy for a pregnant lady was not out of line, in my opinion. And maybe that was true and all, and maybe it was easier to be nine months pregnant than it was to have a newborn. If I complained about it to someone, that person would inevitably quip that it was getting me in practice for when the baby got there. No one takes how annoying that is seriously, either. I was the size of a small continent, and I slept in a pile of pillows, but I still wasn’t comfortable, because I was insanely pregnant. It was a freaking lot of times that I had woken up. I awoke for the eighteenth time that night. You may, however, share the entire book with a friend by forwarding the entire file to them. Please do not copy or post this book in its entirety or in parts anywhere.

So… we’re not touching so much these days. We know that if we do, we’ll rekindle blood bond, and we aren’t going back to that darkness.īut every time we touch, it tempts us. And Lachlan and I are struggling with our vow not to share blood. An old flame of Felicity’s is driving a wedge between her and Jensen. What else? Oh, my cousin showed up, pregnant as well, disowned by my grandparents. As the bodies pile up, we know we have to stop him. But my boyfriend Detective Lachlan Flint and I have uncovered his gruesome methods and are on his trail. This guy uses compulsion to kill his victims, forces them to do it themselves, and makes it look like a suicide.

And there’s another serial killer loose in Sea City.

Necessary Magic by Val St. Crowe