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At The Crossing

A Monster Romance

by Suzanne Clay

At the Crossing - Suzanne Clay
Part of the Monstrous Desires series:
Editions:ePub: $ 2.99
Pages: 89

After years of going unnoticed, the darkness has seen her...

Annabel has enough to worry about.

She's escaped the suffocating clutches of an abusive religious group. She's safe in a new home, with her supportive roommate, Kat, who makes her heart flutter. Every day is an opportunity to heal from her childhood trauma while she explores paganism and develops a relationship with a gentler deity.

She would rather not add another spinning plate to her recovery.

But when Kat begins a week-long magical ritual to heal her broken heart, she sprains her ankle on the first day and can't continue the process. And though Annabel knows a romance with her straight roommate is unattainable, she can't stop herself from offering to finish the ritual as a proxy.

Annabel's role seems simple enough. She must go to the crossroads every night and deliver an offering to the unseen being who resides there. If she is polite and respectful, then by the end of the week, the creature should remove Kat's heartbreak.

There is only one rule: she should not look over her shoulder at the crossing. Because if she locks eyes with the spirit, they could take it as an invitation to follow her home—or keep her.

At the Crossing is a 20,000-word monster romance novella. It features a F/NBi pairing involving a human woman and an agender demon.

This book is intended only for adult audiences. Content warnings may be found in the book's front matter and on the author's website.

Excerpt:

Slowly Annabel eased Kat to sit on the couch. "Okay. You're home, we did it." She tossed her keys on the coffee table and came to her knees. "Let me get your shoe off."

Kat wiped fresh tears from her cheeks. "You don't have to do that."

Annabel didn't give her room to argue. In moments she had Kat's foot free, allowing Annabel to examine her ankle. "Swollen. It's a sprain, like I thought. You're gonna have to be off this for a while."

"You're kidding me!" Kat exclaimed while Annabel headed to the kitchen. "I've got five more days of this ritual!"

"I'm sure the spirit will understand," Annabel drawled. She began gathering the supplies she'd need to tend to Kat's injury.

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Her roommate continued to call to her. "No, listen, Miss Jones was clear on exactly what I've gotta do. I have to do this all six days, at night, undisturbed. They've gotta be in a row. And I don't wanna start all over again, and have to feel like emotional and physical shit while I'm waiting for this to heal!"

"It's day one. What's another two weeks before you try again?" Annabel returned to the living room with an ice pack and a roll of bandages to compress the swelling. "I know you don't feel good. I've noticed that you've been off. But if you get back on this ankle, you're only going to hurt it worse."

Kat crossed her arms and threw her head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling with a growl.

Annabel tried to ignore the frustration. Truly, she did. She focused on putting the ice pack in place and elevating Kat's foot. She went off to get a glass of water and anti-inflammatories. But when she stopped in the doorway of the living room and let herself take in her sulking roommate, she already knew what she was going to say.

If Annabel had her way, she'd be able to give Kat a cuddle and a kiss. Maybe she'd be able to take Kat's mind off her pain by letting her talk through it for hours and hours, until whatever heartbreak she had experienced finally eased. But the universe had no intention of letting that happen.

And, no matter what she told herself about getting over Kat, Annabel was weak.

She sat on the edge of the couch. "Take these."

Kat obediently swallowed the painkillers and downed a quarter of the glass of water.

Annabel pulled up handfuls of her baggy pajama pants. "What if I go to the crossroads for you? I can be a proxy—say whatever needs to be said, explain why I'm there instead of you. Would that work?"

Kat furrowed her brow. "I'd have to ask Miss Jones...but I can't see why it wouldn't. Are you sure?"

"I don't want you sitting in bed all day being sad." Annabel's tone sounded almost perky, obscuring the depth of her affection. "You've got to focus on getting ready for the school year. You have so many math pop quizzes to write."

Kat snorted. "I have been procrastinating."

"So let me do what little I can. If this'll help complete the ritual, so you can rest easier at night, then you'll be able to get everything done and heal up your ankle before you've gotta stand on it all day again."

"You're too sweet to me," Kat murmured. She rested her head on Annabel's shoulder. "I don't deserve it."

Annabel bit her tongue, and the words she wanted to whisper stayed buried in her chest. Only when she was ready did she speak again. "You deserve the world."

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After years of going unnoticed, the darkness has seen her...

Annabel has enough to worry about.

She's escaped the suffocating clutches of an abusive religious group. She's safe in a new home, with her supportive roommate, Kat, who makes her heart flutter. Every day is an opportunity to heal from her childhood trauma while she explores paganism and develops a relationship with a gentler deity.

She would rather not add another spinning plate to her recovery.

But when Kat begins a week-long magical ritual to heal her broken heart, she sprains her ankle on the first day and can't continue the process. And though Annabel knows a romance with her straight roommate is unattainable, she can't stop herself from offering to finish the ritual as a proxy.

Annabel's role seems simple enough. She must go to the crossroads every night and deliver an offering to the unseen being who resides there. If she is polite and respectful, then by the end of the week, the creature should remove Kat's heartbreak.

There is only one rule: she should not look over her shoulder at the crossing. Because if she locks eyes with the spirit, they could take it as an invitation to follow her home—or keep her.

At the Crossing is a 20,000-word monster romance novella. It features a F/NBi pairing involving a human woman and an agender demon.

This book is intended only for adult audiences. Content warnings may be found in the book's front matter and on the author's website.

About the Author

Suzanne Clay (she/they) is an asexual enby with a great love for writing erotic romance, and enjoys spending her time confusing people with that fact. They live with her spouse and two cats, and, when not writing, Suzanne enjoys reading, playing video games poorly, and refusing to interact outdoors with other human beings.