Demons in the Bedroom: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance (Paranormal House Flippers Book 1) by Lidiya Foxglove

Author:Lidiya Foxglove [Foxglove, Lidiya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-13T18:30:00+00:00

It was a long drive home. I had time to let some things sink in.

Wizards. Magic. Bats. She claimed that I stopped her truck with my mind.

One part of my brain kept trying to explain it away, but it was quickly getting shoved aside by the reality of what I’d seen, and all the strange things in my family history.

The fact that I had not called Sandra back and skipped a fundraiser was going to cause a small apocalypse in my office tomorrow. I just couldn’t focus on any of that right now. The real world…didn’t seem quite as real.

There wasn’t anyone I could talk to about this. I had no one. My mother had pretty much checked out of my life years ago. And she didn’t know anything. This was on dad’s side. I knew my grandfather had another family, my dad’s half-brothers, but they had every reason to resent my dad, and besides that, a few half-hearted attempts to find information about them had gone nowhere. If they were wizards or whatever—I still had to shake my head thinking about it—then it made sense. They might live as off-grid as Grandpa.

So I had three names. The rest of the Sons of Pandora.

One of them was already dead, for sure. Byron. He was an extremely charismatic librarian. What library, I had no idea. He died around the time I was born so I had no memory of him.

Last I knew, Sam and Deveraux were still alive. But it wasn’t like I ever asked Grandpa about them. And they’d also be past a hundred years old. What were the chances?

Sam was a lawyer from California, or so I understood, but he was an incredibly handsome, Brat Pack-charming sort of guy, which was one more reason I thought maybe my grandfather was in the mob. I assumed he was like Tom Hagen, the lawyer in the Godfather movies.

Deveraux. Deveraux Greenwood. That was definitely a warlock name if I ever heard one. He was a southern gentlemanly type, impeccably dressed, a nice guy but borderline alcoholic. Once a year for many years he made a pot of gumbo.

I only met them a few times as a kid. They were my grandfather’s best friends, but all I knew was that my dad hated them. Apparently they saw more of Grandpa than my dad did. Even though they lived in different parts of the country, they were always visiting, or my grandfather would visit them and be gone for a while.

It did always seem weird that Grandpa was so close to these three. I had always guessed they met in the military, if my mob theory wasn’t true.

Now I had no idea. What the hell were those guys doing?

I got home late, beating a nighttime storm to walk into a cold, dark apartment. Times like this I wished I knew how to take care of a pet, but I always felt like I didn’t have time. I ended up staying awake through the night digging through old files trying to find information.

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