Spark by R K Close

Author:R K Close [Close, R K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Burning Moon, Burning Moon Series, sweet and spicy romance, wolf shifter, clean paranormal romance, R.K. Close, vampire files trilogy, young adult fantasy, New Adult Romance, sweet paranormal romance, new adult, Burning Moon Series by R.K. Close, clean PNR, paranormal romantic suspense, sweet romantic suspense, sweet romance, Romance, shifter romance, young adult paranomal, Books with Bite, werewolf, Paranormal romance, young adult romance, new adult fantasy, Shifter
Publisher: R.K. Close Books
Published: 2018-11-18T16:00:00+00:00

15

I woke to my new ringtone, Happy by Pharrell Williams. It was going to be my new mantra if it killed me. There was a happy place somewhere between career and personal life, but my job was in the tank, and I had no personal life to speak of. I’d just locked out the only man I’d been attracted to in over a year...and in truth, I’d never felt this way about any man before.

Picking up the cell phone, I turned it off and laid in bed while I went through the unfortunate events from the day before. I felt terrible about locking Liam out of the house, but there was no way I was letting some guy I barely knew invite himself to stay the night—no matter how sexy-sweet he acted. And no matter how much I wanted him to stay. Hell, my hormones wanted to have his babies.

Still, I felt so guilty when I turned the lock and flipped off the porch light. I went as far as darkening down the house so there’d be no doubt. I just couldn’t let him stay the night, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He’d left me no choice. If he ever spoke to me again, maybe I could explain myself.

I prepared for work in a rush. Had to look my best, in case my career came to a screeching halt. If I was going down, I might as well go down with class.

Brenda was most likely gloating. I’m sure she’d heard about the ass-chewing I’d received. That sort of news made it around the station faster than election stats.

Today, I’d do the walk of shame, before writing my retraction and choking it out on camera. Let’s see—a career in the toilet, any potential love-life also in the toilet, and either I have a brain tumor, or a dead guy really is stalking me. Doesn’t get much better than this.

And what was I supposed to do about Liam McKenzie? I didn’t even have time to think about that one. A dead guy stalking me might be easier to handle.

While I was lamenting on how much I was dreading this day, Daisy called.

I answered. “Hey, are you here already? I’m almost done. Give me a sec,” I said, in a rush. It was hard to hold the phone to my ear, finish buttoning my blouse, and slip on my heels at the same time.

“Do you know there’s a guy sleeping on your porch?” Daisy asked sarcastically.

No, no, no! Liam did not sleep on my porch last night—in this weather! It was freezing at night.

“You’re kidding me,” I said, running to the front window and peering sideways to see the porch.

“Nope. You officially have a squatter. Want me to call the cops?” Daisy asked.

Liam was stretched out on my porch on top of his sleeping bag, not even in it. He was laying on his back, fully dressed, with one arm thrown over his eyes. Why did his biceps have to look so nice?

“Jess, you there?” Daisy asked.

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