His existence would mean nothing without her.
**New Adult Fantasy Novella**
**Novella between book #2 and #3, told on Micah’s POV**
~ Xpresso BT
” I finished the beer, considered going back to bed, but decided Zelen would keep snoring, and I
could use another drink. I threw the empty bottle in the trash and opened the fridge.
I closed it when I heard mumbling.
I kept still, paying attention to it. The mumbling sounded louder this time, and I followed it. I
ended up facing the first bedroom’s door. Nadine’s.
“No,” I heard her voice through the door. “Oh, God, please, no!”
Knowing exactly what was going on, I swung the door open and entered the bedroom.
“Nicole,” she whimpered, thrashing in her bed. “No, no!”
I closed the door behind me and rushed to her side. “Nadine,” I called her, touching her shoulder.
“Wake up, Nadine.”
“Oh, God, Morgan.” Then she screamed.
I grabbed her upper arms and shook her, not too hard, but not too gentle either. “Nadine!”
Her scream died out and her eyes flew open.
“It was just a nightmare,” I said. Her lips quavered before she hid her face behind her hands. “It’s
okay, darling, you’re safe.”
She shook her head. “But they aren’t,” she said, her voice breaking.
For a moment, I was undecided about what to do. Just pat her arm, tell her she was okay, and
leave? That would be the right action. I had to keep my distance from her.
I groaned. Who was I kidding? I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and for once, I did it. I pulled
back her comforter and slipped under it with her.
She peeked at me through her fingers, and I held back a chuckle.
I lay in her bed and opened my arms for her. “Come here.” Her hands slipped away from her face,
and she stared at me with teary eyes. “I’ll take care of you. Come here.”
She scooted closer, turning her back to my chest and fitting her tight little ass on my hips.
I took a hard inhale. By the Everlast.
What the hell? This was paradise and I was going to enjoy it. I passed my arms around her waist,
placed my head on the crook of her neck, and inhaled deeply again, savoring her sweet wild rose scent,
and her perfect, warm body—clad in a skimpy tank top and shorts—pressed to mine.
About the Author & Links:
While Juliana Haygert dreams of being Wonder Woman, Buffy, or a blood elf shadow priest, she settles for the less exciting—but equally gratifying—life of a wife, mother, and author. Thousands of miles away from her former home in Brazil, she now resides in Connecticut and spends her days writing about kick-ass heroines and the heroes who drive them crazy.
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