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Untitled Rebekah Romero Novel

Original novel
Currently writing

Excerpt:
"Rebekah’s sense of smell was more sensitive and refined than any of her colleagues at the Sheriff’s Department, and that was for one simple reason: she was a werewolf. Lycanthropy, well, it did lend itself remarkably well to detective work, as it turned out. In her six years with the department, she had a more impressive solve rate than nearly every senior detective. Everyone except for Mitchell, her partner. Just between the two of them, they’d solved nearly fifty-five percent of the violent crimes in the rural Appalachian county this year, which was nothing to sneeze at."

Image by Grégoire Bertaud
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Strangers with the
Same Damn Hunger

Motherland: Fort Salem

​June 2020

Excerpt:
"It was strange. It felt like she was in a movie, or that she was watching her life from outside of her body. Everything felt surreal and while she knew that her mother was gone, it was difficult to comprehend that she’d never see her again. There were so many things left unsaid, and Raelle was full of regret for all that they never had the chance to do. Her mother would never see her graduate from college. Or medical school. She wouldn’t be at her wedding. She’d never meet her children. She was gone. Soon, Raelle would forget what her voice sounded like. The thought had her blinking back tears."

Kissing Kate

Cruel Summer
June 2021

Excerpt:
"Despite their messed up lives, despite the complications, despite the fact that both of them are broken in different ways, they always manage to have fun together. It’s because they have a mutual understanding. It’s because Mallory gets Kate, the real Kate, the way no one else did once she was rescued. She's grateful to know her, recognizing just how lucky she is. Once she'd claimed to hate Kate, but she hated what she represented more than anything else. She'd seen her as a rich bitch, a prep, a Barbie. She'd seen her as everything she could never be. To put it simply, she'd seen her for her circumstances, and not for who she really was. She knows better now."

Image by Mia Harvey
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