The House That Loved Me

No one notices lonely people until something starts eating them alive.

Elias Ward has spent his life hunting things that go bump in the dark. Ghosts. Hauntings. Things that don't exist-until they do.

He never believed any of it would notice him back.

Until Blackwood House.

The team says the house is unstable. Rooms shift. Voices echo where no one stands. People forget things that definitely happened.

But Elias remembers her.

Lenora.

Beautiful. Gentle. Wrong.

She is the only one who speaks to him like he matters. The only one who sees him when everyone else starts forgetting he exists at all.

The others say he's changing. That something is getting into his head. That he's becoming dangerous.

Elias isn't sure what's true anymore.

Because every night, the house rewrites a little more of him... and every time, Lenora sounds more like the only thing keeping him together.

And when the house finally chooses what stays and what leaves-

Elias realizes something horrifying:

It doesn't always take victims.

Sometimes it keeps them.

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A psychological paranormal horror romance about memory, loneliness, and the terrifying comfort of being chosen by something that should not love you.