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    Gone Was the Glow
    Gone Was the Glow
    Gone Was the Glow
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    Gone Was the Glow

    By Sienna Eggler

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    Evangeline Miles never imagined calling on a private investigator, least of all for their loving partner. But it's been a year since she up and left them, without a word.

    But not just any PI will do; while at odd ends of the supernatural (Evan, a witch with vampiric tendencies, Eddie a werewolf), Evan requires the expertise of one well versed with creatures of the night.

    Enter Svenja, the charming wolf shifter that Evan can't seem to resist—in more ways than one.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBenekeid Ink, LLC
    Release dateAug 9, 2022
    ISBN9798201950187
    Gone Was the Glow
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    Sienna Eggler

    Sienna Eggler is a queer and autistic author with a love for campy body horror, black comedy, and supernatural creatures such as shifters and vampires. Their books range from sapphic paranormal romance to science fiction, with bits of horror sprinkled throughout. When not writing, they like to listen to audio dramas, game, and explore nature trails. Eggler lives with their partner and two cats, a tortie and a void. You can learn more about them and subscribe to their newsletter at: www.siennaeggler.com

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      Gone Was the Glow - Sienna Eggler

      Gone Was the Glow

      Sienna Eggler

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      Benekeid Ink

      Copyright © 2022 by Sienna Eggler

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

      The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

      Cover Design: Covers In Color – coversincolor.com

      For content notes, see: https://www.siennaeggler.com/content-notes/

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      Learn more at www.siennaeggler.com/books/

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      Gone Was the Glow

      About The Author

      Gone Was the Glow

      E vangeline Miles?

      She was tall, well over six feet, with cool blue eyes and blonde hair in a Dutch braid. Handsome, and crackling with an undertone of masculine energy. Her hand was warm, grip firm. They squeezed back, and she smiled at the hidden strength.

      Just Evan will do.

      Svenja. Her name was Svenja Fuchs. She masked it well with mint flavored gum, but the familiar smell of cigarette smoke clung to her jacket.

      She was based in Germany, but most of her clientele extended across Europe and overseas. Inviting her into their home was too forward, but the cafe was an excellent middle ground.

      You’re strong, she said, lifting her mug. Her brow wrinkled, but she ventured a sip.

      I’m sure you know why. Evan pulled their lips back, revealing the curves and points of fangs. They touched a light hand to the brooch on their shoulder, a myna bird in flight. It offered a timid chirp, but got started with an encouraging pet.

      Sorrel fluttered down onto the table, retaining his miniature form. He huddled close to Evan’s teacup, where they easily camouflaged him from the surrounding crowd. Svenja snapped her fingers, and Evan’s neck prickled at the invisible glass jar encompassing their table, shrouding their conversation from others and vice versa.

      Evan idly scratched their arm. If they were to reach out and brush their fingers against the air, only faint ripples for the magically inclined would appear.

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