Die From A Broken Heart

By Elle Beaumont

Abigail's relationship with her boyfriend, Seth, is teetering on the edge of self-destruction. The recent lack of communication and cold shoulder has become unbearable. So, when Seth's ghost hunting job takes him on a trip to South Carolina, Abigail decides to join, and use the downtime to hopefully rekindle their flame.

 

When they arrive at the historical antebellum house—which is allegedly haunted—Abigail quickly learns there is more to it than meets the eye. Within the walls, there is a dark story, and presence, threatening to pull her under, especially when a mysterious stranger shows up.

 

If Abigail can't find a way to survive the eerie house, then she may have more to worry about than the possibility of a broken heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Midnight Tide Publishing
• Release date: Feb 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9781386657071

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DIE FROM A BROKEN HEART

Copyright © 2021 by Elle Beaumont

Published by Midnight Tide Publishing.

www.midnighttidepublishing.com

Cover designed by Eleni Tzima

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Edited by Luna Imprints

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, brands, trademarks, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Acknowledgments

About Elle Beaumont

Elle Beaumont’s Newsletter

Street Team

The Official Playlist

More From Elle Beaumont

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For Cousin Joyce, thank you for being one of my biggest fans.

The alarm on Seth's phone plays a tinkling song, the same annoying jingle he refused to change. It was the only sound that cut through his deep sleep. Usually, I can ignore it since it isn't my alarm, but today I'm up long before it goes off. I already made coffee for Seth, because today he's on his way to South Carolina with his film crew.

About six months ago, he landed a filming deal for his job as a Ghostbuster—or, as normal people call it, Supernatural Investigator. Seth travels around a lot due to the filming locations, and I remain at home, mostly. Sometimes I go with him. I have fun watching him in his element, but lately, things are strained. He's distant, barely talks, and I'm scared this is the end for us.

I should stay in Churchville, Virginia, but I won't. Instead of letting him make the trip to Russell, South Carolina by himself, I figured I'd enjoy the getaway with him, and hopefully close whatever distance grew between us. He has interminable days filming, and I work at an animal hospital as a receptionist. Days off together—let alone an entire week—are scarce for us, but that's why I'm going with him.

Once Seth is out of bed, I hear him rummaging around in the kitchen.

I didn't set the coffee, Seth murmurs.

I did. I stride into the kitchen and wrap my arms around his waist. So you could make a travel mug to go, if you wanted.

Seth shrugs out of my arms and looks down at me. You don't have to do this.

But I want to. Seth, whatever is going on between us, I want to work this out with you—with us.

Seth nods and combs his fingers through his shaggy blond hair. His blue eyes, which usually hold laughter, are dark with a sadness I wish I understood. If he'd talk to me, we could sort this out, but a twist in my gut warns me what is about to come.

All right, all right. Time to move. 

Seth grabs a travel mug, filling it with coffee, and heads toward the living room where all the bags are. In a moment, the front door softly closes.

A soft trilling meow snags my attention. Snuffy, our orange tiger cat, winds around my legs. I crouch down and rub his head, then under his chin. Apparently, it isn't enough. Snuffy stands on his hind legs to whuffle my face, then scrapes his cheek against mine.

I'll miss you, too. I give him a peck on the head and turn around. Hey babe, I'll be right out there. I'm just leaving a note for Stacey for when she comes to take care of Snuffy. Finishing, I give Snuffy one more kiss before walking out of the house.

Seth is busy loading the trunk. As he hurls his bags into the car, the same sinking feeling in my gut tells me things won't