Stormsong 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
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Hot (67%)
Tension (67%)
Wrecked (50%)👍92%would recommend
I SCREAMED
Holding my breath
Gah that was hot“I jam my fingers into the weird fucking door-slot-handle-thing and fling open the door to the rooms I think are mine and rush inside, slamming the door behind me.
“Oh, shit,” I blurt.
I didn’t choose the right door. Instead of the bed and black comforter, my bag on the floor, I’m welcomed by a different sight.
A very tall, very angry, and very naked, Julian Silver.”
Holding my breath“Not all houses deserve names, but Stormsong suits this place as perfectly as if it had been born for it, not built.
The storm part, anyway. Everything about the house is dark. Ebony metal boxes stack, one on top of the other, cantilevering over a sloping back lawn that I can’t fully see from the gravel driveway. Wrought iron fixtures consume every droplet of illumination from my car’s headlights.
Sleek and modern, Stormsong looks as though it was built to fend off a zombie invasion or some other mass extinction event. All sharp lines and angles, rectangles and squares, not
I SCREAMED“I’m here to work for Lorna Balfour, a prolific and beloved author who started in fiction and moved into historical non-fiction and academic texts. She’s agreed to donate her collection of research materials as well as her manuscript drafts and other ephemera related to her writing to Kenyon College, a well-known and respected private college with a reputation for producing writers, for inclusion in the college archives. I’m here to do the cataloging and preparation for the collection to be shipped to the college…but that’s only one part of the job.
The other part is her stepson, Julian Silver. Learning
