Unspeakable

By Brynn Paulin

Sparrow

Ten years ago, an unspeakable horror stole my voice. Doctors don't know why. But my ability to speak was buried deep with my parents. Not a word has come from me since. The Sparrow ceased her song.

 

And then I met Hudson. He's so full of life, and once he sees me, so intent on everything I do. He wants to change the unspeakable agony inside me to unspeakable joy in his arms.

 

It scares me, but... There's also nothing in the world I could want more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Supernova Indie Publishing Services LLC
• Release date: Nov 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9781623444457

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Unspeakable

By Brynn Paulin

Supernova Indie Publishing Services, LLC

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Unspeakable

by

Brynn Paulin

Sparrow

Ten years ago, an unspeakable horror stole my voice. Doctors don't know why. But my ability to speak was buried deep with my parents. Not a word has come from me since. The Sparrow ceased her song.

And then I met Hudson. He's so full of life, and once he sees me, so intent on everything I do. He wants to change the unspeakable agony inside me to unspeakable joy in his arms.

It scares me, but... There's also nothing in the world I could want more.

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© 2023, Brynn Paulin

Unspeakable

Cover Art by Supernova Indie Publishing Services, LLC

Electronic Format ISBN: 978-1-62344-445-7

Published by: Supernova Indie Publishing Services, LLC

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

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One

Hudson

We were about to have a problem.

And by we I meant that jock hassling one of the brewery’s customers halfway across the dining room from where I was tending bar. I’d had my eyes on the dark-haired beauty since she’d walked into Ferrazzi Brewing thirty minutes ago. Was she mine? Not yet. But with the possessive feelings rising inside me, she might as well have been.

Eyes wide while she sank back in her chair, she shook her head when the guy’s face twisted into an ugly look of determination. I couldn’t hear his words, but I knew they weren’t nice.

Throwing down my cloth, I sailed toward the cut in the bar top, heading toward the pair.

Jordie, you’ve got the bar, I growled over my shoulder at my cousin. Two years younger than me, he worked side by side with me most days—when he wasn’t taking classes for his final year of college. 

Sure thing, boss, he called, and I didn’t need to look back at him to know he was smirking at me. Bastard. I knew he’d be watching the byplay with the eye of a journalist, so he could relay everything back to my family—especially my parents who firmly believed it was time I thought about settling down. At twenty-freaking-four. Just because my dad was year older than I was now when they’d married, it didn’t mean it was my plan. I had three older siblings, two of whom who were single. My parents should pester them.

Sadly, I knew they did.

Still, I refused to acknowledge that this beauty had grabbed my heart in just the same way my mom and dad always claimed had happened to them.

Is there a problem? I growled, closing in on the pair as the guy started to loom forward. Fuck, I wasn’t an expert, but even I knew that was gonna get him shitall. Stupid ass.

His head jerked my way, anger darkening the already shadowy depths. No.

Ignoring him, because I knew he was lying, I glanced over at the woman. My heart lurched, instant reaction hitting me like a sucker-punch to my gut. I’d never seen eyes the color of hers, the blue-green of the water in the Caribbean, rimmed by thick, dark lashes that made them seem even brighter.

Glossy, chestnut hair fell around her shoulders in a sleek curtain, framing her delicate pixie-like features.

I almost forgot how to speak.

Is he bothering you? I asked her, finally finding my words.

Her fearful gaze flitted toward him for a split-second before she met my stare and slowly nodded, a double dip of her chin that was so small, I might have missed it if my sole attention wasn’t fully captivated by her.

That’s what I thought, I murmured. Look, I gritted out at him. How ‘bout you shove off and—

How about you go back to the bar and mind your own fucking business? My boys and I need some shots.

My fingers curled on the back of the chair in front of me to keep from doing something rash. I leaned forward slightly.

How about… I started low and deadly. You go back to your table, close out your tab and get the fuck out of here.

You can’t—

I lifted and eyebrow. "I absolutely can. And if you want to talk to my bosses, I can certainly arrange it. Though I’ve gotta tell you, I’m a whole lot nicer than my dad or uncles will be when they get