Novellas and Short Stories

DEAD ALREADY CH 2

Bucky squinted at her, his lips pursing. “Haven’t I made about twenty vodka tonics for you? Figured you’d want that.”
“Yes, vodka tonic is my go-to,” she conceded with a smile, “but since it’s Halloween, I shall face my fear -” she wiggled her eyebrows “-of beer.”
It was perhaps the worst pun she’d ever made, and that was saying something, but she nearly fell off her stool from laughing, nonetheless. Hearing a sigh then a groan next to her, she looked left to see Steve hanging his head and pinching his eyebrows between his thumb and forefinger. Holding her stomach, she nudged him with her shoulder, and he lifted his head to eye her.
“That was bad, Livvy. That was really bad. That was really really bad.”
“Nah,” Bucky countered, and Liv turned back to see him leaning onto his forearms and grinning at her through eyelashes that belonged in a goddamn Maybelline ad. “I thought it was cute.”

DEAD ALREADY CH 1

Life was too short to cling to comfort rather than take risks and try new things, even if they scared the hell out of you. So, in the spring of 2014, after promising to facetime every week with her parents and Jane and Darcy, she’d jumped into the deep end and moved to Nornstown, Connecticut to start a new life. It was a decent sized (roughly 65,000) city west of Stamford and only about thirty miles from NYC’s city line, and other than the typical high cost of living in the northeast, Liv had zero complaints.

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