QSFer Amara Lynn has a new MM paranormal romance out, Yverwood Witches book 3: Amgine.
After losing his boyfriend, Joel, in an accident, Niko moves back home to Yverwood. He’s trying to move on with his life. Except there’s just one problem.
His new apartment might be haunted.
With some help from his childhood best friend Cole, and his sibling ghost whisper, Niko might be able to move on… That is, if he can let go of the ghosts of his past and present, and focus on the future that’s right in front of him.
Amgine is an 9300 word novelette ghost story with an m/m/m love triangle. It is the third story in Amara Lynn’s Yverwood series, but can be read and enjoyed on its own.
Warnings: mentions of death, depression, exorcism.
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Excerpt
“So, how’s the new place, Niko?” Cole asks me on a slow evening, shortly before our shift is up at the Cauldron’s Bubble coffee shop.
I stiffen. “Uh, it’s fine, I guess.”
It’s not fine.
I can’t help thinking of how, over the past few days, several odd things have happened in my new flat. Little things that by themselves might slip a person’s notice. Things that are starting to pile up, and become quite noticeable.
“You don’t sound very confident. What’s up?” Cole stops wiping down the espresso machine and leans an elbow on the counter, quirking an eyebrow at me inquisitively. When he lounges like that, quirks a brow like that, it’s so hard to resist dumping everything onto him.
“I don’t know. It’s silly. It’s probably nothing.”
How do you tell someone that you feel like you’re being watched in your own home? That you could swear you’ve felt someone breathing down your neck, only to turn around and see nothing or no one there? Going to work each day is a blessing, being alone a curse. I’ve even been volunteering for extra shifts because being at that place is so unbearable. It’s supposed to feel like home. Instead, it’s a prison, a tomb. A burden.
“It doesn’t seem like nothing.” Cole stands straight and daps my shoulder. “Come on, we’re best friends. How long have we known each other?”
“Pff. Like, since we were in diapers.” It’s true. Cole has always been there for me. Always. That’s what makes this so hard. He’s always the one there for me, and I… I’m just a burden.
Cole doesn’t miss a beat, though, doesn’t have one bit of bitterness or weariness in his gaze as he persists, “You can tell me anything, dude. So dish. What’s eating at you? Nothing literally, I hope.” He gives me a crooked smile. Cole is hardly ever serious for long. His joke does nothing to soothe me, though.
I might as well come out with it. Cole has a (bad) habit of nagging things out of me, so he’ll get his answer one way or another. With that crooked smile and crooked nose and big doe eyes, he never fails to charm and delight the regulars in the cafe. I find myself just watching him sometimes, observing how effortlessly he moves through life, how he always knows what to say and how to make people smile. He’s captivating and handsome in a devilish way with that crooked smile and crooked nose, though I’d never, ever mutter such a thing aloud.
He jabs me again, startling me into speaking. “Well… I think my flat might be haunted.”
Author Bio
Amara Lynn has always been a quiet daydreamer. Coming up with characters and worlds since childhood, they eventually found an outlet in writing.
They were born and raised in the Midwest USA, where they remain stuck with their spouse and two cats. They love to write about soft monsters and cryptids, grumpy enbies, and forever will be weak for the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one trope. When not writing, they are usually watching anime, playing games, and obsessing over their out of control music playlists.
Amara is non-binary/enby and queer and uses they/them pronouns.
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