Series- The Possess Saga # 1
By- J.A. Howell
Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Stumbling off the bus in Midtown, Harley Martin thought she found an escape from her old life.
She soon realizes it was anything but that.
Low on cash and options, she manages to find herself a cheap but surprisingly nice apartment. The catch? The last tenant, Brody Walsh, killed himself.
Or did he?
As disturbing dreams and hauntings start to occur, Harley realizes there may be much more behind the previous tenant’s death than a simple suicide. She finds her life further entangled with his when she learns that her new boss, Nolan, was also his best friend. Could this handsome but evasive pub owner have something to do with Brody’s death?
Trying to piece together the events surrounding Brody’s death proves to be a daunting task, but Harley can’t give up. Brody won’t let her. He is still in the apartment with her, trapped in limbo until she finds his killer.
But he’s not waiting for revenge.
When we reached the hospital, it was chaos. There were ambulances, police, and news vehicles crowding the Emergency entrance. I tried to hear what was going on, but we weren’t close enough. None of it mattered anyway. I’d be gone soon.
“I’m a couple days early, but I already called the doctor. We don’t need to go in that way.” I assured Nolan. He eyed the ER, then turned the truck around to the main entrance and pulled up in front of the glass doors. He handed the keys to the valet, thanking them before helping me out.
“You called everyone else, right?” I looked up at him as he eased me into a wheelchair. “I want them to be here for yo—I want them to be here when Emma comes.”
Nolan gave me a questioning look but nodded. “Yes, I called them. Aggie is rounding up the troops as we speak.”
“Good.” I felt a little more at ease at that thought. Of everyone that had been there with Nolan when something went wrong, I trusted Aggie the most. I was sure she could help Nolan through this too.
“Harley! Ya okay? Is it another one?” Nolan stopped and kneeled in front of me. I was doubled over, my hand gripping the side of the wheelchair. I could only nod, letting out puffs of breath. A couple nurses were already rushing to our side, seeing me in active labor.
“Come on, mommy. Let’s get you into a room.” The woman’s chipper tone stung me.
Mommy. I won’t get the chance to be her mommy.
Twenty minutes later we were settled into a room in the maternity ward and my contractions were coming quicker and stronger than before.
“My, first time moms usually are sitting and waiting for hours for anything to happen. You’re just moving right along, aren’t you?” The nurse shook her head after she checked my dilation. “Hope your doctor gets here before the baby does.” She joked but I gave Nolan a nervous look.
He kissed my forehead and came closer to the side of the bed. “It’ll be okay, love.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. Another wave of contractions hit me hard. My fingers gripped the bed railings and I tried to hold back the scream forcing its way up.
“Breathe, baby, breathe.” Nolan’s hand caressed my back and I let out a slow breath, tears stinging my eyes.
“I’m scared.” I couldn’t help the pitiful tone in which the words came out when the contraction finally subsided. Nolan leaned over me as I laid back. He brushed the strands from my face that were stuck in place from the sweat coating my forehead.
“Yer doin’ good. Yer almost there, love, and I’ll be right here the whole time.”
I nodded, pressing my forehead to his and his fingers intertwined with mine. I didn’t want him to be here. I didn’t want him to watch me die. But it was a comfort to know I wouldn’t be alone. I gave his large hand a squeeze, savoring the feel of it and the way mine fit in it so perfectly. God, I didn’t want to let go.
I won’t. Not until I have to.
The doctor came into the room a couple minutes later, just as another wave of contractions subsided.
“Well, Mrs. Finley, you’re ready to go. Next contraction, I want you to push, got it?”
I nodded, still clutching Nolan’s hand as another one hit.
“Alright, here we go. Push!”
I let out a pitiful whimper at the pressure building within me, but pushed with everything I could.
“Alright, just a couple more pushes, Harley. You’ve got this.”
I already felt my body weakening, but I did what I was supposed to. Just how the vision went. I pushed again and the world blurred around me.
“Harley, I can see her head! You’re almost there.” Nolan’s voice was filled with joy, and a tear ran down my cheek. I didn’t want to leave him, but at least he’d have her. Our baby girl.
“Okay, one more push.” The doctor’s voice was barely distinguishable, but I already knew what I had to do.
“I’ll always love you, Nolan.” My words slurred together and I gave his hand one last squeeze. With everything I had left, I pushed. I heard Emma’s wailing just before the lights faded overhead and my hand slipped out of his.