The Plague in my Bed

The Plague in my Bed

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When a fevered stranger collapses at her doorstep, Saraphine Corisandé Durelle knows better than to let him in. . . The village of Briarmoor is plagued - cursed by death, ruled by silence, and terrified of the strange girl with healing hands. But something in him calls to her and something in her answers. He's hiding more than infection. She's burying power she doesn't yet understand, and as bodies rot and secrets rise, their touch might be the only thing keeping them alive... -or the very thing that destroys them both. "She's his ultimate addiction. He's her favourite sickness."
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Aurora Kensington has spent years trying to silence the voice in her head-the one that sounds too much like Briar Holloway. The girl who was once her best friend. The girl who came out to her. The girl she pushed away. Now eighteen, Aurora is desperate to prove she's everything she's supposed to be: a good daughter, a devoted Catholic, normal. But no matter how hard she prays, no matter how many rules she follows, she can't shake the feeling that something inside her is broken. And when she sees the lights on in the Holloway house for the first time in years, something deep in her chest stirs. She doesn't know Briar is back. Not until she turns around at a party and finds her standing there. Briar never planned to return to Chapelwood, but with her family drowning in debt and her grandmother's health failing, she had no choice. She tells herself she doesn't care about Aurora anymore-that she only came to this party because she thought it'd be funny. But the second their eyes meet, the past slams into her like a tremor. Old wounds. Old feelings. Ones that never truly faded. Because "love" (if you can call it that) like theirs doesn't disappear. It fractures. It festers. It trembles under the weight of everything unsaid. And if they're not careful, it might just swallow them whole. But none of it truly matters anyway. Not unless Aurora is willing to face the truth about herself. A story about love, sin, and the thin line between devotion and obsession.

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