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    Still Nights: Velvet Nights and Black Lace Stories, #2
    Still Nights: Velvet Nights and Black Lace Stories, #2
    Still Nights: Velvet Nights and Black Lace Stories, #2
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    Still Nights: Velvet Nights and Black Lace Stories, #2

    By A.C. Davis

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    Sammy's lost.

    She's looking for a way out of the dark pit she's swimming in. A former police officer, she spends her days sitting on the couch and nights sleeping with her old coworker turned friend with benefits. She shot a kid. It wasn't intentional. He threatened her and she panicked. But that one mistake won't stop haunting her. It's destroyed her life, if that's what you'd call the daily routine she lived before that unfortunate event.

    Sammy has never seen a ghost even though her estranged husband is the famous Walker the Ghost Stalker, ghost hunter extraordinaire. She used to want so desperately to experience what her husband and friends call a supernatural thrill, but that desire ended when her life fell apart. The only reason she continues going on investigations is to spend time with her husband.

    One night, Sammy receives a worrisome call. She rushes out in a raging storm to locate her husband. What she finds instead would scare the shit out of anyone. And she regrets ever going on that last paranormal investigation. What has this ghost hunting crap gotten her into anyway?

    Fan of American Horror Story? You'll enjoy the novella, Still Nights, a horrific paranormal thriller for adults only.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGray Days Publishing
    Release dateDec 30, 2013
    ISBN9781502297051
    Still Nights: Velvet Nights and Black Lace Stories, #2

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      Book preview

      Still Nights - A.C. Davis

      Cover by Steven Novak

      Edited by Jenn Sommersby

      ––––––––

      Still Nights

      A Novella

      by A.C. Davis

      Copyright 2013 A.C. Davis

      ––––––––

      All rights reserved.

      This book or any part of this book may not be reproduced in any form, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means without prior written permission of the author, except as provided by United States of America copyright law.

      The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, names, places or incidents are coincidental and not intended by the author.

      1st Edition: December, 2013

      License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      To contact the author:

      acdavisauthor@yahoo.com

      To all the dreamers,

      the readers,

      and to those who keep on.

      You inspire me.

      and to Jenn Sommersby, my editor and friend,

      who wouldn't let me not keep on.

      and to Deb Lobdell,

      the strongest and smartest woman I'll ever know.

      ––––––––

      Special Thanks

      to everyone who helped Still Nights grow up

      and to

      Megg Jensen, you know why

      and to

      Lisa Nowak, for her excellent eyes

      and to

      Fred, for the world.

      ONE

      You know it's hard to move on without you, right? Chris’s strong arms drop to his sides.

      I shrug. He’s different. But not unlike himself. Unlike the man he’s become. He used to be like this, clingy, affectionate, long ago. Before he became distant and bitter. Now, though, he’s the man I once knew.

      And what about Davey? he asks. This isn’t fair to him. He turns my limp head with one hand, a finger and a thumb on each side of my jaw, scrunching into fish lips.

      I know, I whisper. How could I forget about our son? Sweet Davey. Chris doesn’t understand. It’s so fucking hard.

      He pulls my chin and presses his lips against mine. I’m so numb that I only feel the pressure, but just barely. I also feel the coldness of his skin. Or maybe my lips are cold. I can’t tell.

      It’s not like I want this. He's the one who cheated. Not me.

      Visions of the teen I shot eat away my insides every second I’m conscious. I see everything but the kid’s face.

      It wasn’t your fault, Sam, he says as if he can read my mind.

      I shrug again.

      He wasn’t there. He doesn’t know.

      I was. I know.

      Maybe if he had been there, teen-boy blood wouldn’t be splattered all over my universe. But Chris was off somewhere else, most likely with someone else. Probably Cindy.

      My name is Samantha Walker, formerly known as Officer Walker. This hunk of a man sitting next to me on this ordinary brown couch is Christopher Walker, currently also known as Walker the Ghost Stalker, my husband. I’m sure you’ve heard of him, right? Yeah, he’s that guy on that one show that airs Monday nights at nine. He’s a paranormal investigator, and I used to be one of his assistants. I was also a Portland Police officer. But all that seems so long ago, it’s fuzzy

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