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Bed Death
Bed Death
Bed Death
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Bed Death

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Julia and Pepper used to be lovers -- but sometimes these things don't work out.

When Julia is arrested for trespassing and other illicit charges for being in a graveyard at night, she can think of no other person to call other than Pepper, her ex-lover and lawyer extraordinaire. Never mind that it's now been six years since they last spoke and they left things rather badly. Julia needs all the real life -- and not supernatural -- help she can get. Maybe, just maybe, Pepper will put the past to bed and save the day.

Pepper arrives, helps Julia, and also comes with a series of apologies and revelations of her own. And Julia now begins to wonder if her own psychic insight into the lives of others has only left her blind to her own future and the fate of the love she'd once shared with Pepper.

Is it possible that a graveyard incident can resurrect the bed death of the two women? Or will their own blindness lead them astray yet again?
LanguageEnglish
PublisherJMS Books LLC
Release dateAug 5, 2023
ISBN9781685505080
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    Bed Death - Eve Morton

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    Bed Death

    By Eve Morton

    Published by JMS Books LLC

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    ISBN 9781685505080

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    Published in the United States of America.

    Bed Death

    By Eve Morton

    It had been six years and six days since I’d last spoken to Pepper, but now that I was in a holding cell, facing charges for defacing a corpse and trespassing, her number was the only one I could remember. The officer who granted me my phone call barely looked me in the eye. His grandmother was probably buried in the cemetery, or maybe even his mother, given the gray hairs I noticed in his beard as he led me to the phones and waited, arms crossed, for me to dial.

    Hurry up, he said when I still had yet to punch in a number after a minute. You get one phone call but there is a time limit in place.

    I swallowed hard and dialed Pepper. A clock above the cop’s head said it was nearly four in the morning. I hoped she still had dogs—though it surely wouldn’t be the one we’d once shared together any longer—and that she was still used to getting up at five or six to take them outside.

    As the phone rang, the officer shifted. His nostrils flared as he breathed. I could cold-read him from a mile away, his mannerisms were obvious, and I wanted to tell him everything about his mother or grandmother or aunt—definitely a female relative of some kind—in that cemetery. I wanted to tell him that everything was going to be okay, that I wasn’t the monster he thought I was, and I was just trying to find some peace and quiet for someone else’s family tonight. I was trying to deliver something, something completely benign, and nothing like the nightmare scenario that the cops who arrested me were probably conjuring in their mind. A woman, alone, with long black hair going

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