Swoon

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Love at first sight must be glorious. i wouldn't know, since at first there was no sight. Smell, yeah -- the tangy, salty scent of horses. Plenty of other sensations too. But I'll get to that. The point I want to make up front is that by the time I laid eyes on Sinclair Youngblood Powers -- in the flesh, that is -- I was already in love with him. Nothing could change that. Not even the fact that he was dead.

Sinclair appeared -- in this dimension, this century -- on the autumnal equinox, but he'd been with us since late July. That's right, us. Pen's been involved, intimately involved, from day one. Which was, as I mentioned, late July, the second half of summer like haze across a field, and us by then thoroughly indolent, twitchy, bored.

"Dice, I've got to do something."

Dice -- that would be me. Everyone goes by a monosyllable here -- reference Pen, née Penelope -- so this past spring, having been plucked from the companionable misery of NYC and dumped in the Connecticut countryside, I took mine. It's fine. Candice never fit; too fancy. Candy, either; too cute. As it turned out, Sinclair adopted a tidy truncation too. Can you g ... read full excerpt from Swoon ebook