Liminal

A dark, slow burn paranormal romance with feminine rage and morally grey main characters, set in an Appalachian southern gothic atmosphere. After a failed suicide attempt and a frantic escape from my abusive marriage, I’m desperate to find the man who’s been appearing in my dreams and watching me from the shadows–someone who no one else believes exists. This enigmatic yet alluring man wants something from me, though I'm not sure what. By the time I realize he’s tricked me by luring me away from home, it’s too late. He’s not just a man but an immortal, one who sustains himself by taking humans’ lives. One who’s been stalking me for months, waiting for me to break until he could stake his claim on my death for his own selfish reasons. Ambrose is a predator–lethal, manipulative, and devastatingly handsome. And now, isolated with him in his cabin deep in the Appalachian mountains, I’m forced into an impossible bargain: surrender my own life, or take lives on his behalf. Allow myself to become the hunted, or force myself to become the hunter. I hate him. I hate what I’ve agreed to do. I hate myself. More than anything, I hate that his dark charm, wicked humor, and flickers of humanity make him seem like less of a monster with each passing day we spend together. But the longer I stay with him, the more the lines between good and evil begin to blur, and my reluctance to fulfill my end of the bargain evolves into bloodlust, a hunger for vengeance, and a way to reclaim the power that’s been taken from me. Which begs the question… What makes a monster, and in trying to survive, am I becoming one myself?