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    Sacrifice
    Sacrifice
    Sacrifice
    Ebook72 pages35 minutes

    Sacrifice

    By Tracey H. Kitts

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    From the New York Times & USA Today Best Selling anthology, Taming the Monster

    Spending your birthday alone and upset is bad enough. But being offered to a lake monster as a human sacrifice? Yeah, Ivy didn't see that one coming.

    Warning: This story contains a wicked hot lake monster. Use of swim fins is recommended.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTracey H. Kitts
    Release dateOct 26, 2016
    ISBN9781540198563
    Sacrifice
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    Tracey H. Kitts

    USA Today and New York Times Best Selling Author I write paranormal, sci-fi, and fantasy romance. I have wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. I write what I enjoy in the hopes that others will enjoy it as well. I've always been drawn to the macabre. Vampires, werewolves, you name it. I've never written about the paranormal because it's popular. I do it because that's what I'm interested in. If the vampire fad ever passes, I'll still be sitting here in my Dracula cape, getting my fang on.  I write erotic horror under the name T.K. Hardin.   

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      Sacrifice - Tracey H. Kitts

      Chapter One

      My heart was broken. I finally got up the nerve to contact the man I thought was the love of my life, and tell him how I felt. He turned me down flat. Honestly, I didn’t see that coming. My last year of college we dated briefly, and it was amazing. At least, I thought it was. To be blunt, it was the best sex I’d ever had. No one had ever made me feel the way he did. No one had ever been so in tune with what I needed. No one has been since.

      So, why did it all end? Because he still had feelings for his ex. We hadn’t been together long, and I understood. Did it break my heart? You’re damn right. He moved shortly after we broke up and until recently I hadn’t spoken to him in ten years. Men have come and gone, (no pun intended) but no one ever touched me the way he did, and I’m not talking about sex this time. He moved me. He made me feel something I didn’t think was possible.

      I saw on a social network site that he was a mutual friend of a friend and I took a chance. I contacted him. He was glad to hear from me and actually wondered why I hadn’t contacted him before. We had a nice chat over the course of a few days and it felt really good. Then, I got the bright idea to confess my feelings to him.

      I told him the truth, that I had been with men before who knew what they were doing, but no one else had so thoroughly done it to me. I told him that I still cared for him and that I always had. I said a lot of shit that I probably shouldn’t have. I really put myself out there.

      He responded with wishing me a happy birthday. He didn’t address my feelings at all. I was crushed. I knew he was divorced and had truly hoped for a chance to reconnect. I’m thirty-two as of today. I should be able to tell someone that I want them. I’m not a little girl in school who has to pass a note. I’m a grown woman and I shouldn’t have to hide my desires. So, I took a chance. If I never said anything, I would spend the rest of my life wondering. Well, now I knew. He was too polite to say, I’m not interested. Instead he just sent an impersonal response. That was answer enough. He didn’t have to spell it out for me. In fact, it would be cruel if he did.

      I’ve never been one to wallow in self-pity. But tonight I was cutting myself some slack. That really hurt. I drove out to the lake that we visited on our first date, and I brought a bottle of Kentucky bourbon with me. I wasn’t planning to drive back to my house. I wasn’t planning much of anything beyond getting shitfaced and sleeping in my car. There is one great advantage to living in the middle of nowhere; you usually can have privacy any time you want. I couldn’t count the times in school that some of my friends had driven out in the middle of a field somewhere, got drunk, and slept in their truck.

      I sat on the hood of my car, popped the cork on the bourbon and drank, and cried. Even though I knew he never cared for me the way I cared for him, I had always held onto the hope that someday that might change. I wasn’t even aware I had done this until I started talking to him again. Then I felt it, that flicker of hope. I was foolish. If he had wanted me, he would have been with me all along. Not somewhere up North doing God knows what.

      Knowing all of this didn’t make it any easier. The heart cannot be reasoned with. So, I stopped trying to reason with my feelings and instead tried to drown them.

      I was more than halfway into the bottle when I heard someone coming through the woods. At first I thought it was my imagination. The bottle I had half-finished was small, but I don’t drink often and I hadn’t eaten all day. To say I was

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