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Personal Growth
Writing
Isolation & Loneliness
Love
Fish Out of Water
Friends to Lovers
Grumpy/sunshine
Forbidden Love
Opposites Attract
Secret Relationship
Slow Burn Romance
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Desperate for a change, librarian Zane Beaumont gets the chance of a lifetime to work for literary sensation Gerulf Prince. People say you should never meet your heroes—and for good reason. The fact that no one has seen the mysterious author in two years and that his lawyer is willing to pay so much for a job people would normally clamor to do for free are giant red flags that sail over Zane's head.
But with an offer he can't refuse and the deadline for Gerulf's latest project fast approaching, Zane takes the job and moves into the famous author's mansion. After all, it's only six months. How bad can it be?
WITHER is a "Beauty and the Beast"-inspired MM novella about a librarian searching for a new life, an award-winning author who hates the world, and plenty of grumpy/sunshine moments. It is intended for a mature audience and reader discretion is advised. A full list of triggers can be found in the front matter of the book and at my website under Tropes & Triggers.
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Wither - Ashlyn Drewek
Chapter One
ZANE
They say discretion is the better part of valor. Hiding in the children’s section of the library, however, I wasn’t so sure it was anything more than an attempt at dressing up cowardice into something more noble.
Clutching a stack of board books to my chest like they would provide an actual defense against the woman stalking me, I peeked out again through the shelving to see where she was.
It was absolutely ridiculous. I knew that. I might not have looked like it, but I was a grown man and I was literally hiding amongst children from a woman half my size. But size wasn’t a detriment to Oksana. Nothing was, not even the word No.
Prowling through the aisles like a jungle cat, her sharp eyes swept to and fro, taking note of every face she encountered. With a derisive sniff, she discarded their entire existence and carried on. Unfortunately for me and everyone else in the library, she wouldn’t leave until she found the person she was hunting for.
Do you have any books about dragons?
a tiny voice asked behind me.
I nearly jumped out of my skin and whirled around, taking in the pint-sized boy with a shock of red hair. Dragons? Wh—what kind of dragons?
I don’t know,
he replied with a shrug, reassessing me with a bored expression. That’s why I asked you.
Right.
Oh my God, Zane! Get it together! This way.
Offloading the armful of books onto the shelf, I made a note to come back for them later and led him over to the display of medieval fantasy books.
Yeah!
As soon as he spied the books, he darted ahead of me, grabbing the one with a giant black dragon on the cover. He didn’t waste any time flipping through it, chattering away to no one in particular about his thoughts on each and every picture or odd chapter title.
I couldn’t help but smile, watching him with a sense of pride. Being a librarian wasn’t the most exciting job in the world, but it was moments like that—where you watch a kid get so engrossed with a book they forget the outside world exists—that made the paltry salary and dust allergies worth it.
After the kid wandered away with his book, I lingered in the children’s section a while longer, straightening the discarded books and tossing stray building blocks back into their bin.
There you are.
I froze in place, eyes wide. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end like a mouse that had been caught. Pivoting slowly, I forced a polite smile to my face. Oksana. Nice to see you.
I cleared my throat, reinforcing the smile. Again.
I was beginning to think you changed your schedule on me again,
she said with a faux pout, sauntering forward and sliding her fingertips up and down the strap on her gym bag, as if it was an enticement of some sort. I’m sure there were plenty of men who were dying to have her rake those blood-red claws across their skin, but I was not one of them.
Esther’s the one who makes the schedule, not me,
I said, hoping my excuse sounded good. At the very least, I managed to seem equally disappointed. I mean, it wasn’t a lie. Esther did make the schedule. But she happily changed my hours to whatever I needed, like pushing back my start time to avoid Oksana’s yoga class in the studio next door.
My elderly boss also accommodated any last-minute requests for random days off whenever I saw Oksana loitering outside my apartment building. She even went so far as to strongly recommend I call the police one night when she spied Oksana leaning against my car in the parking lot. My would-be girlfriend was out there for over two hours, well past when the library closed, while Esther and I hid inside pretending to be busy.
As well-meaning as it was, I politely declined Esther’s suggestion to involve the police. I mean, come on! A man calling the cops on a woman? For what? Excessive flirting? Not knowing how to respect someone’s personal space? As annoying and somewhat dehumanizing as it was, I would have been laughed out of this town. There were people with far worse problems in the world than an exasperated gay man being pursued by a woman who couldn’t take No
for an answer.
I wish that old hag would stop messing with you,
Oksana said, brushing a wrinkle out of my shirt and smoothing the dark blue fabric over my chest like she was stroking a dog.
She’s not a hag. And she’s not messing with me.
A frown pulled at the corners of my mouth, for her rude remark and the fact I was two seconds away from flinging her hand off of me. Normally, I wasn’t a touch-averse person, but she made my skin crawl. Each interaction seemed to leave her emboldened. The touches, in particular, were coming more and more frequently no matter what I said or how much distance I tried to put between us. One of these days, I was afraid she was going to maul me, and then what the hell was I supposed to do?
Thankfully, Oksana retracted her hand so she could toss her long, black hair over her shoulder. Batting her lashes, she smiled sweetly. Have you had lunch yet? I’d love to go check out the bistro down the street.
I can’t. I’m the only one here today.
As if to prove my point, I sidestepped her and headed toward the circulation desk.
Oh, perfect! I’ll bring it to you and we can have a picnic.
There’s no eating allowed in the library.
Oksana pouted again, linking her arm through mine and walking with me for three measly steps, somehow managing to smash herself against me in the process. Zane, you’re going to have to stop playing hard to get.
I’m not playing hard to get, Oksana. I’m gay. Remember?
I gently disentangled myself from her and rounded the desk for some more distance, even though I doubted a little swinging door was much of an obstacle. If we were alone, she’d probably go straight over it and pin me to the desk like a cougar before tearing me apart.
That’s what all the pretty boys say,
she replied with a wave of her hand.
Sighing, I closed my eyes. Over the course of being acquainted with one another, I’d told her—repeatedly—I was gay. I didn’t know why she didn’t believe me, nor did I know what I was going to have to do to prove it. Although, I was pretty sure I could make out with the first random guy that came through the door and she still wouldn’t believe me. If anything, it might make the problem worse.
Oksana…
I opened my eyes and cocked my head. I really have a lot of work to do.
She glanced around the library and the handful of patrons scattered throughout. Arching a dark brow at me, she smiled nonetheless and ran a finger down the front of my chest, poking me lightly in the stomach. You can’t avoid a date forever.
You don’t want to date me. I promise. I’m not as interesting as you seem to think I am.
Yeah, you’re right,
she said, perching on the edge of the desk. Leaning on one arm, which conveniently pushed her ample cleavage into view beneath her barely-there sports bra, she batted her long, dark lashes. I don’t want to date you. We’re going to get married one day. I can feel it.
I started to protest, but she kept going, a wistful look in her eyes. Just picture it. Us in one of those cute little houses in the historic district; you taking over as the head librarian here; me running my photography business. We can have lunch together every day and pick our kids up from school. Oh, Zane. They’d be so beautiful! With your bone structure and my coloring?
My bone structure?
I quirked a brow at her.
Excuse me,
an elderly woman huffed behind Oksana. Mrs. Nesbitt, God bless her! I need to return these.
Oksana glanced over her shoulder at the woman and scoffed. Before I had to tell her to get off the desk, she slid off on her own accord and gave me a dazzling smile. I’ll see you tomorrow, Zane.
Have a nice night,
I mumbled, already dreading the next shift. If Esther didn’t have an appointment tomorrow afternoon, I would have totally called in sick. But I was also running out of sick time. Besides, I couldn’t hide from Oksana forever. Could I? I wondered if I could apply for some sort of short-term disability. Except, I needed my full paychecks, meager as they were, so it looked like the disability scheme was out.
As soon as Oksana walked away, Mrs. Nesbitt stepped forward and thunked a stack of random books on the desk. Have you thought about getting a restraining order? My nephew is a police officer. He could help you. Or maybe look for a different job? In a different town? I know Esther would be sad to lose you. We all would. But you can’t even do your job without that little tart all over you. It’s no way to live. You deserve more, Zane. At least say you’ll think about it.
I pretended not to hear her and flipped through the books, scanning them into the system for the return. Except, none of them had a recent due date. Some of these haven’t been touched in over a year. Are you sure you checked them out at this library?
Furrowing my brow, I looked up for the answer and gasped like an idiot. Mrs. Nesbitt was gone. There was absolutely no trace of her in the lobby and I knew for a fact she hadn’t walked out. The front door was right next to the circulation desk and no one had gone out, or come in, since Oksana’s departure.
So weird…
I shook my head and moved the stack of books to the cart to be shelved later.
Underneath the last book was a section of the newspaper, folded up with a giant circle scribbled around one of the ads.
Curiosity more than anything prompted me to pick it up and see what Mrs. Nesbitt had marked with such enthusiasm.
It was a