Uninvited E-Book

Mena Thrace

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Uninvited

Leseprobe

Uninvited

By Mena Thrace

Copyright 2015 by Mena Thrace

Cover Design by Mena Thrace

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, groups, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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This book is meant for sale to adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes and language which may be considered offensive. All sexually active characters in this work are eighteen (18) years of age or older.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Epilogue

A Note To My Favorite People In All The Worlds

If You Liked This Story…

Chapter One

Ava was pacing a rut in the motel room floor when she received the news.

She was on the verge of a breakthrough- the story was finally revealing itself to her and it was so close that she was almost able to touch it when the phone rang.

Just like that she lost the thread and three hours later the story was completely forgotten, quickly packed away into her bag and shoved out of her thoughts by the news.

Michael was dead.

The reality of it did not set in until she stood on the very edge of the driveway that snaked up through the trees, the end of it not visible to her from where she stood. The lawyer stood next to her, at first just waiting and then finally looking over at her with a curious look. Macy, the lawyer who had just told her hours before the details of Michael's will, now held the keys that would soon become Ava's. The older woman looked down at them and then back to the younger, feeling foolish for not having seen it sooner.

Ava had been in love with Macy’s now ex-client. Maybe she still was, maybe it had faded, but the love the other woman had felt had wound her up, tightened around her until she nearly vibrated with it, barely breathing. Ava’s eyes were narrowed tightly, one arm reaching over her chest and holding tightly to her shoulder, the move as protective as it was unconscious. It was as if she was trying to keep her emotions from shaking her apart or breaking free from her tight grip on them. Perhaps, Macy thought, she was merely trying to keep the grief from piercing her more than it had already. Grief, Macy was aware, was an acid that nothing could protect one from, that ate into one inexorably. There was no escaping from it and whether it wore at one slowly or quickly, in the end it left nothing in its wake but ache and emptiness.

“Do you want me to walk with you the rest of the way? Or I could drive us up…” She had parked the car on the side of the road at the entrance to the driveway in answer to Ava's asking her to. She had said she wanted to walk the rest of the way and that had been the last thing she had said since getting out of the car.

Ava shook her head, finally pulling her eyes away from the path before her to turn her haunted and tired gaze to Macy. She looked faded, drained. Her bag was on her back and all she had to do, she kept telling herself, was to take the keys and start to walk. The important papers in the bag weighed a lifetime.

“No. That’s fine. Thank you. I appreciate the offer but...I want to walk from here.”

“Call me if you...if there is anything I can do.” The woman saw the subtle flinch in the younger woman's eyes and saw weariness fill them like tears. She realized how inane her words sounded but Ava gave her a resigned smile as if to comfort her.

“I only met him three times. Before. He was a lovely man.” Macy handed her the keys and Ava nodded, grateful.

“Thank you. He was...completely his own person.” Ava's eyes flickered towards the path again and then came back to Macy, another smile on her face that seemed more pain than pleasure. “I appreciate the kind words. Thank you for bringing me this far.”

Macy nodded, not sure what else to say; she stood beside her car for a few minutes after Ava disappeared from sight, the younger woman moving slowly but surely as if walking against a wind beneath a terrible burden.

For the briefest of moments she had the strongest, most insane urge to rush after the woman, grab hold of her and stop her. She wanted to yell out to her, to bring her back to the car and take her away from the grounds her client had willed to Ava, the bed and breakfast and everything in and around it now the sole remainder of Michael. It was crazy and she shook her head, not sure where the feeling had come from. She blinked and found herself in the car, blinked again and she was driving back to her office.

...Blinked again and she was getting out of the car back in town, completely unsure of what she had been doing. Had she been running an errand?

Macy shook her head, trying to clear it and remember what the hell she had been doing. A few seconds later she remembered she needed to go to the grocery store and she got back into the car, her thoughts turning to her current caseload and dinner.

No memory of her afternoon with Ava or the client whose will she had drawn up existed in Macy’s mind; later she would vaguely remember that the bed and breakfast had changed hands but she would never remember her hand in the dealings. Any papers, files or proof that pointed to any evidence that she had ever known or worked with Michael, Ava or the bed and breakfast were gone. Her link to any of it had ceased to be.

Macy would have nightmares for the rest of her life.

Chapter Two

Those first few weeks were their own hell.

By the time she was ready to open the bed and breakfast to the public she was not sure she wanted to; Ava convinced herself she was just not feeling well- she had damn good reasons to not feel well- but pushed herself to open the place to the public anyway.

If anyone came to stay that would be good, she reasoned. Surely seeing people again would be good for her. Maybe it was being alone in the place haunted by reminders of Michael...Yes, that had to be it. She had been alone in the large building with his ghost for too long.

Ava took a book outside onto the veranda to wait the day out, thinking maybe if anyone pulled up (not that it was likely, she thought) she could welcome them warmly.

Her new home rested around her, nesting; looming around her as much in promise as it seemed to be waiting.

Ava kept her thoughts careful and normal. She told herself her feelings were completely understandable.

She told herself she was not going insane, she was merely very, very stressed.

The dreams were just proof she was exhausted and under pressure.

The book sat in her lap, unopened. Forgotten.

She tried to not think about too much.

Tried to not imagine running away.

Chapter Three

The weeks leading up to reopening the bed and breakfast to the public had been spent doing what amounted to a lot of nothing. The place was immaculate and it had been ready for business the very day she had first opened the door but Ava had not been able to deal with running the place on top of everything else. For the first few days just breathing had been hard enough on her.

She had spent a lot of her time walking the building and the grounds, trying to fit herself into this new reality. Trying to not think; that was much easier said than done. For the first week she had been able to walk around and study things without any noticeable emotion; not that it mattered because she had never been more alone. Ava simply resisted the idea of showing any sign of sadness.

She had not had to leave the grounds to get anything in way of supplies because the place was fully stocked, from the kitchen to the bathrooms. A huge pantry and walk-in freezer led off from the kitchen; everything was fully, neatly stocked. Toiletries and supplies were stored, too; it was more like he had been ready for a blizzard or the end of the world then running a business. She guessed it made sense to have a tiny grocery store since one could never guess what a boarder would want but the entire concept was too overwhelming; it was one thing when she had been told Michael had left her the bed and breakfast, another thing to run the damn thing. Not that it needed much running; she knew the basics and his office, when she dared to go into it, had more then finely detailed instructions on how to take care of the place. It was all there- between his computer and his books and all the notes he had prepared for her...

It had become obvious to her very quickly he had known he was going to die and he had spent a lot of time readying the place for her.

She avoided his office like it wa [...]