Die for Her (Die for Me)
Amy Plum
Language: English
Pages: 60
ISBN: B009NFH6OG
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Set in the romantic and death-defying world of the international bestselling Die for Me trilogy, this digital original novella follows Jules, a brooding, immortal French artist who has fallen in love with his best friend's girlfriend.
Jules Marchenoir is a revenant—an undead being whose fate forces him to sacrifice himself over and over again to save human lives. He's spent the better part of the last century flirting his way through Paris, but when he met Kate Mercier, the heroine from Amy Plum's Die for Me trilogy, he knew his afterlife had changed forever and he had found the love of his life. Until Kate fell for his best friend, Vincent. Now Jules is faced with an impossible decision: choosing between his loyal friend and a love truly worth dying for.
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heart, he drops his weapon and falls to his knees. Grabbing the blade with both hands, he attempts to pull it out, but suddenly slumps sideways, lying prone in the growing pool of blood. “Nice form, guys,” calls Ambrose from where he’s retrieving the battle-ax. He runs his finger along its edge, testing its sharpness. “Good thing he didn’t get you first; this thing’s a Grade A killing machine,” he says. “And now it’s mine, all mine,” he coos, like it’s a baby instead of a deadly weapon. Vincent
Giulianna starts fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, and in seconds I’ve torn it off and am holding her in my bare arms and we’re stumbling toward her bed, unable to stop kissing even while we’re pulling each other down to lie atop the scattered pillows. I know what’s coming next. I look at Giulianna’s expertly made-up face, sink into her catlike beauty, and then close my eyes and I’m kissing Kate. I don’t even try to stop it anymore—this happens every time. With every girl. In the beginning
to take her in my arms. To console her and to be consoled by her. “What do you think she’ll do?” she asks Ambrose. “Katie-Lou, regarding Violette, I don’t know what to think anymore.” “If she burns his body today . . .” Kate prods. “He’ll be gone,” Ambrose responds truthfully. The mournful look on her face touches me to the core. She loves Vincent body and soul. He is her true love. She will never feel for me what she does for him. But I will never stop loving her. And I have to learn to
Something inside me that had been still and silent since my first death all of a sudden sparked and began to live again. I knew there was something different about you, and I had to find out what it was. “When was the first time you saw me?” I asked, trying to distract myself—to keep myself from breaking down right then and there on the riverbank. “Are you talking about the Café Sainte-Lucie?” No. He laughed. I had seen you around our neighborhood—long before the café. We kept crossing paths
“Great,” I moan, turning back around. Ambrose leans over to see who we’re looking at and exclaims, “Hey, isn’t that . . .” “It’s the girl,” Vincent says. “But she’s not as sad as before.” “Well, well, well,” Ambrose says, folding his arms across his broad chest. “Why don’t you go over and talk to her?” “And say what?” Vincent scoffs. “She seems to like reading. Tell her you’re in a book club and invite her to join.” “A book club with one member. Good one, Ambrose. She’s really going to buy