The House Between Heartbeats

There are three heartbeats in the house. Mine. His. And the third one in the walls. Demi and Ace bought the old place because it looked too ordinary for secrets — beige siding, a crooked porch, a nursery waiting for the life they're about to make. But eleven nights after the pregnancy test turns positive, Demi wakes to a pulse beating through the headboard, exactly between hers and his. And the house has habits: footsteps that cross the bedroom above whenever they're downstairs, and move below whenever they go up. Ace doesn't scare easy. He holds her through the storm the only way he knows how — firm hand, low voice, her ear over his heart until his rhythm is the only one she can follow. But the third heartbeat is patient. It's been waiting longer than they've been alive. And it wants what's growing inside her. THE HOUSE BETWEEN HEARTBEATS is a ~20,000-word horrorotica novella — a haunted-house love story about devotion, dominance, and the thing in the walls that learned to want.