He saw her when no one else did.
They called me nothing.
His daughter said it to her friend through a cracked bedroom door while I stood in the hallway holding towels I'd folded with my own hands. Fat. Pathetic. Desperate. She listed me like a diagnosis. And the worst part wasn't the cruelty. The worst part was that I believed her.
I married Graham eight months ago. Moved into his dead wife's house. Cooked from her recipes. Watered her herbs. Slept next to a man who kept her photograph hidden in his nightstand, face down, close enough to reach for in the dark. His daughter looked at me with her mother's eyes and told me I was nothing, and he sat across the table and said nothing at all.
Then something found me.
In the guest room. Sobbing into the frame of a mirror I'd dragged down from the attic. The air changed. A voice landed inside my head. A presence with no shape, no form I could see, told me she was wrong.
It had been watching me for a very long time through every reflective surface I'd ever stood in front of. Waiting for a door I didn't know I'd opened. It touched me where no one had touched me in months. Saw the body I'd spent forty-two years hiding. Knew every place I'd given up on, every nerve I'd stopped listening to. And it wanted all of it.
My husband won't reach for me. His daughter wants me gone. The world has spent my whole life telling me I am too much and not enough at the same time.
The thing in the mirror disagrees.
And it does not take no for an answer.
Touched is a full-length standalone dark monster romance—an invisible entity, a plus-size heroine in her forties, and a slow-burn possessive obsession that will make you check every mirror in your house. The ending is dark. The monster stays monster. Not everyone survives.
Tropes:
- Invisible monster romance
- Dubcon entity seduction
- Haunted house gothic horror
- Domestic suspense
- Plus-size FMC in her forties
- Possessive supernatural love interest
- Morally gray heroine
- He falls first
- Only she can see him
- Vigilante justice
