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  Soul Deep

  A Malsum Pass Novel

  By

  Kimberly Forrest

  “Soul Deep: A Malsum Pass Novel”

  Selected, Compiled & Edited by: Kimberly Forrest 2018

  Copyright © June 2018 by Kimberly Forrest

  This book is a work of fiction. Any reference to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  Table of Contents

  Also by Kimberly Forrest

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  About The Author

  For my family – my pack…

  Soul Deep: A Malsum Pass Novel

  Is Malsum Pass harboring a killer?

  Having survived an abusive marriage and escaped the vengeance of her pride for the death of her mate, feline shifter Lillian Oremun has rebuilt her life with a new identity in the shifter town of Malsum Pass. She owes the wolf pack her very existence, so when Lily becomes the prime suspect in a murder investigation and subjects her beloved town to police scrutiny, she will do anything to clear her name – even team up with an annoying bear shifter who stirs up desires she’d never thought she’d feel.

  Bear shifter, Christian Black chose to remain in Malsum Pass after a brief visit in order to get sober and reclaim his life. Living in close proximity to Lillian Oremun, a beautiful but prickly feline, was just a bonus. Determined to win her for himself, he quickly discovers his usual lines won’t work with this female. He would definitely need to up his game… Maybe even take on a killer.

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  Historical Romance

  Forget Me Not

  Chapter One

  “I never considered myself abused since he never actually hit me.” The woman let out a shuddering breath followed by a sob. “He always made me feel so ashamed. Like, anytime there was an advertisement for a diet plan or something on TV, he’d nudge me.”

  A low ripple of commiseration rolled through the room. Lillian Oremun closed her eyes and let the anger wash over her as the other woman continued with her story. Tonight, it was especially sharp considering the speaker reminded her so much of her little sister; the light blonde hair, the baggy clothes, the hunched shoulders as if she was trying to find a hiding place inside her own skin… The urge to find the male that had abused his mate and inflict a like pain, was nearly overwhelming. These group support sessions were supposed to be cathartic, instead they fueled the hatred inside of her, and Lily embraced the emotion. It kept her on point. It kept her focused. So she would return to these meetings any time she felt herself beginning to soften. Some might say that the softening process was part of the healing progression – healthy, natural… She disagreed. Softening was dangerous. The sheer number of women who came to these meetings was proof of that.

  Opening her eyes, she glanced about the room, taking in the multitude of faces, as well as the features of each of the women. They were all different. Different hair, eye, and skin color. Different heights and build. No, there was definitely no set physicality for abuse. Some slouched, shoulders hunched, while others sat at the very edge of their metal folding chairs, their spines ramrod straight. Some were dressed in business attire, while others wore jeans or leggings. But every one of them had something in common – something more than their shared history – they had a telltale haunted look behind their eyes as they listened, because every one of them had once believed that they had somehow been the architect of their own nightmare. Every story told within these walls had a common thread: they all, had at one time thought, that if they had simply done something different, done something better, done more… then it never would have happened to them.

  Case in point, as Lily’s ears once again tuned into the speaker’s words. “I always thought that if I just tried a little harder, things would go back to the way they used to be.” The woman lowered her head, her hands twisting in her lap and her voice choking up with emotion as she continued. “He didn’t used to be like that. He used to be so wonderful…”

  As the woman’s words trailed off, Lily clenched her fists, letting her nails dig into the heels of her hands. So much pain, she could scent it, heavy in the air, and she felt the tingle behind her eyes that alerted her she was dangerously close to shifting.

  Trying to distract herself, she focused on the room in general; took in its dilapidated condition. They were in the basement of a church that obviously wasn’t seeing much more than pennies on the collection plate. The walls had been painted a cheery sunflower yellow, but whoever had slapped the paint on hadn’t bothered to repair the cracks or chips prior to painting, so years of damage showed clearly through. The trim and floor was painted a dark brown gloss, but the wooden planks of the floor were so uneven from probably decades of the building shifting and settling, that the recent paint job was nothing more than a cheap attempt at cosmetic surgery. Unlike the walls and floor, the ceiling didn’t look like it had been touched with paint in, well, ever. A multitude of stains from water damage, smoking, probably during weekly bingo nights back in the days when smoking indoors had been allowed, and black blotches that Lily suspected was mold, had left a road map on the once white ceiling.

  “Lily, do you wish to share tonight?”

  Lily snapped her eyes front and center and focused on the group therapist. Doctor Hillary was a patient woman. She never nagged, never pushed, always kept that pleasant, understanding smile on her face. When Lily had first met the woman, she’d been a bit surprised. She had expected a buttoned up, suit wearing, note taking, shrink that would ‘hmm’ as she analyzed all of the deficiencies of her patients. Instead, she’d been met with a casually dressed woman with wispy dark blonde hair, kind eyes, and a sweet disposition.

  How long had Lily been coming to these meetings? Almost a year now, after Mrs. Potter had gen
tly made the suggestion, yet she’d never felt comfortable sharing her own story; exposing her weakness, leaving herself vulnerable in front of strangers despite all of them having suffered a similar past. But Doctor Hillary never forced the issue. Nor did she push this night when Lily shook her head no. She simply smiled, murmured “Maybe next time,” and then moved on.

  When the meeting wrapped, Lily stood from her chair and stretched, sure that the uncomfortable seat of the metal folding chair had left a permanent dent in her backside. As usual, coffee and a box of store bought cookies had been left out on a table for refreshment, but Lily wasn’t interested. Lowering her head to ensure that her curtain of long blonde hair swung forward to conceal the scarred side of her face, she quickly made her way to the door in an attempt to avoid conversation.

  It wasn’t that she didn’t like these women. Lily was sure they were all fine, upstanding citizens with lives outside of these sessions: home, work, probably some kids, but Lily wasn’t interested in chit-chat. Her panther was always close to the surface after one of these meetings, and the last thing these women needed was to be traumatized by an accidental growl. Best to head home, shift, and release all that energy by patrolling the woods surrounding her little cabin.

  She was glad she had come though. She needed the reminder of why it was best to stay single. An image of that bear filled her head and she nearly snarled. Christian Black was definitely dangerous. Ever since he showed up in Malsum Pass with his brother, Sebastian, she’d been feeling all sorts of gooey in her middle. The male’s dark brown eyes practically smoldered every time he looked at her. Seriously – smolder – who does that in real life? Did he practice that crap in the mirror? He could write a book and title it, 10 Best Ways to Make a Female’s Ovaries Explode, by Christian Black. He’d make a fortune.

  But Lily didn’t want her ovaries exploding. She didn’t want gooey innards, and she certainly didn’t want her heart racing simply because he was within visual range. She’d been taken in by good looks before and had paid a hefty price – was still paying that price every time someone’s eyes fell onto her ruined cheek. Oh, they all tried to disguise their curiosity, but it was there – the cringe, the unspoken question, the pity… No. Just no. Best to keep her anger and mistrust of males in general as a shield to guard her heart. She had no intention of ever leaving herself that exposed again.

  Now, if that bear would just leave… According to the highly prolific gossip mill at the diner, it was supposed to be a vacation with his brother and his brother’s mate. A few weeks and then he’d be gone. Unfortunately, Mr. Smolder had decided that Malsum Pass might prove as therapeutic for him as it had been for Sebastian, so he’d stayed, was even now probably working on fixing up that shack of a cabin that had been his brother’s, and waaaaay too close to Lily’s place for her peace of mind. Stupid, gooey innards…

  Don’t get her wrong; she had no problem with attraction, lust, or love in general. Her sister Daisy and her mate Alek were proof that not all males were evil shits, even if Lily did tend to listen closely to every word her sister told her trying to read between the lines and look for hidden signs of abuse. Nothing. She always came up empty. Even when her sister was bitching about mated life, it would be obvious to even the most unobservant person that Daisy was blissfully happy. The female radiated happiness from her pores. Her aura was probably rainbows and glitter.

  And even though Lily was happy for her sister, that didn’t mean she thought that she might one day want the same for herself. No, her future was set. She had a home, she had two jobs – serving customers at the diner, a job that provided necessary income, and protecting her adopted pack by patrolling the woods, which offered zero monetary compensation, but gave her a much needed sense of satisfaction. Yes, satisfied was an excellent descriptor. She was satisfied with the current state of her life, and if occasionally she felt lonely, well, she could just march herself over to Mrs. Potter’s house and chat with that lovely lady until the feeling passed. Friendship was way better than love anyway, and so much less complicated.

  Lily was almost to the door, her eyes downcast to avoid meeting anyone’s gaze and accidentally inviting conversation, when a pair of black biker boots stepped into her path. Lily resisted a groan. The black biker boots were attached to legs incased in ripped blue jeans, leading up to a holey black tee covered with a black leather jacket, and topped by the head of another member of the group who seemed to come here to feed her anger as well. Anne? Annette? Amy? Lily couldn’t remember her name aside from the fact that it started with an A. The woman with the black hair with purple streaks, heavy black eyeliner around brown eyes, and skin so pale she would make a goth jealous, reeked of hatred and vengeance. The scent hit Lily’s nose like burned rubber and gunpowder – pungent, acrid, and sharp.

  “Did your old man do that?” The woman asked, her chin jutting forward aggressively to indicate Lily’s cheek.

  Slightly shocked by the abrupt question, Lily blinked, “I’m sorry, what?” Out of habit, she raised a hand to pull her hair closer and conceal her scars.

  The woman’s eyes were sparkling with malice and her expression mulish as she pushed for confirmation. “Someone went all Freddy Kruger on your face. Was it your man?”

  Lily tried to brush past her, uninterested in having this conversation with a stranger. “I need to get going.”

  The woman gripped Lily’s arm to detain her, and Lily had to bite back the urge to hiss. Still the woman persisted. “At least tell me he got his. Tell me the bastard’s rotting in jail.”

  Lily’s nostrils flared as she scented the desperation in the other woman. They locked gazes for a moment, angry green meeting even angrier brown, before Lily bit out between clenched teeth, “The bastard’s dead.”

  A second later, Lily’s arm was released and those angry brown eyes seemed to burn with malicious satisfaction as the woman slowly nodded. “Right on, sister. Right on.”

  Chapter Two

  Lily’s little cabin couldn’t be reached by car, so she left her piece of shit beater in its usual spot – a pull off on the side of the dirt road, right next to that bear’s flashy new bright blue pickup truck – and made the rest of the trek on foot. It was mud season – or as the rest of the world referred to it: spring – so she carried her good shoes while she trudged along in her sturdy hiking boots. She’d have to remember to leave extra towels just inside her door. Shifting for her nightly patrol meant the mud would be coating her paws as well as splattering her underbelly and she didn’t want to be tracking all of that through the cabin trying to get to the shower.

  Her eyes picked up the glow almost immediately. Damn bear must be working on the cabin and using those bright as hell work lights. It illuminated the entire area surrounding his cabin now that the sun had set. And sure enough, when she broke through the trees, there he was, with every appearance of having been waiting for her. Stupid bear noses, he probably picked up her scent as soon as she got out of her car. Lily’s lips twisted with derision. Why did he have to look so good? Ugh! Standing there, practically spotlighted by those work lamps in those snug jeans and that body hugging T-shirt. The work clothes were quite a change for him, since he tended to wear dressier clothes: fine sweaters or fancy button downs, sharply pressed slacks… but he probably didn’t want to snag his fine wools and cashmeres and was smart enough to dress appropriately for the situation, though she hated crediting him with finer points like intelligence. He’d lost weight –that was the next thing she noticed. Not that he had been fat when she’d first met the bear, but he had definitely had a puffiness to his face that was now gone thanks to all of his recent physical activity.

  His place was actually coming along nicely, at least from what she could see on the outside; the once rough outer walls now replaced with new lumber. She definitely wasn’t going to invite herself to look within, or accept any forthcoming invitations – that would just be asking for trouble.

  Aggravated by her continued fascination with th
e male, despite having a fresh injection of stories to fuel her anger and distrust, Lily’s first thought was to make a snarky comment about cat’s eyes being able to see in the dark without the need of the work lamps, but she clamped her teeth down hard and resisted the urge. For one, he’d simply point out that while she may have superior night vision, he had a better nose for tracking and could beat her hands down on patrol. He’d snidely suggest maybe they should trade jobs. Then, stalemate, since feline and bear hearing was about equal. And while feline agility might make the list, he had her beat in sheer brute strength.

  Secondly, engaging him in conversation, even if it was one-upmanship, would only encourage him, and the last thing she needed was that bear thinking he could seek her out whenever he was in the mood to chat. She did not want to come off as approachable. She wasn’t. She really, really wasn’t. Now, if she could just get her stupid gooey innards to get with the program…

  Focusing, she continued to put one foot in front of the other as her inner voice chanted, just keep walking, just keeeeeeep walking, just keep...

  “Nice night out.”

  Oh, god. That voice. That deep, velvet over gravel voice that made her skin tingle to life. It instantly brought Lily’s traitorous feet to a stop. Move you silly things. Move. Too late, with a mind of its own, her body turned and faced its nemesis.

  “Are you going out on patrol?”

  Her eyes couldn’t resist another sweep of his person. Thick dark hair, dark brown eyes, and a beard that she knew he wore more as camouflage for his own scars rather than following the latest trend. Wide shoulders, thickly muscled arms, narrow waist and hips, long legs… Christian Black was so not her usual type, yet the male was a feast to her eyes.