Disturbances in the Force
September 21st,
I wake up naked next to Lee, with my head nestled on his shoulder and my hand across his chest. I lay there with my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his chest rhythmically rising and lowering as he breathes. When I open my eyes, I tilt my head so I can watch him sleep. He twitches slightly when I rub a finger against his cheek, but he doesn’t wake up. I rub the tips of my fingers down his neck and across his chest when I realize that...
...my life has become one of Anastasia’s cheesy paranormal romances.
Lee is a skinwalker, after all. He had been accidentally summoned as a lemure by a wannabe warlock with a movie prop grimoire. And when I tried to chase him down to banish him; he had jumped into the body of a dying drug addict. Which should h
