Fully Engulfed: BBW Paranormal Romance (Scruples Book 3)

by Ditter Kellen

  Her hand shook as she lifted it to knock.

  It opened a few moments later, and a balding man wearing a white coat stood in the entrance. “What can I do for you?”

  Ruby stared at the mask hanging askew around his neck. “I’m Ruby Atwood. I’m here to identify my— One of your…”

  “Yes, of course, Miss Atwood,” he interjected, saving her from speaking the words aloud. “Right this way.”

  Stepping inside, Ruby waited for the door to close before allowing her gaze to scan her surroundings.

  Two stainless steel tables sat in the center of the room. A set of matching sinks was perched nearby, and large shiny drawers lined the opposite wall.

  “I’m Doctor Crowder,” the man announced, waving a hand toward the rows of drawers. “You will be doing this alone, then?”

  Ruby pinched the bridge of her nose. “There is no one else.”

  “Very well.”

  Following him across the room, Ruby stood back as he gripped the handle to one of the drawers and slowly tugged it open. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

  At Ruby’s nod, he gently pulled the sheet down to the man’s chest and took a step back.

  Fear of what she would see damn near took Ruby to her knees. She inched forward until the dead man’s face came into view.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, her hand going to her mouth. Tears sprang to her eyes, instantly spilling over to track down her cheeks. “Daddy…”

  Chapter Two

  The Beast prowled the halls of his riverside mansion, inconsolable and furious beyond comprehension.

  He knew his staff huddled downstairs in fear, but he didn’t care. Charles Atwood was dead. The only man alive that could break the curse the Beast had lived with for nearly thirty years.

  Born Lincoln Barone, the Beast had been cursed for the sins of his father, Stanford Barone, by Agatha Atwood, Charles’s mother.

  According to Agatha, Stanford had seduced her only daughter, Charlotte. After learning that she carried his child, Charlotte had approached Stanford with the news, only to be turned away and told never to contact him again.

  Unable to bear the pain of losing him, Charlotte threatened to go to Stanford’s equally pregnant wife. Needless to say, Charlotte disappeared that night, and her body was never recovered.

  Agatha had gone into a rage, ranting about revenge and voodoo curses. A week later, a card arrived on the doorstep addressed to Stanford’s unsuspecting pregnant bride. It read, maledictus. Latin for cursed.

  Stanford had chalked it up as the ramblings of a grieving mother, until the day his hideous son screamed his way into the world, and his beautiful young bride closed her eyes forever.

  “Stiles!” the Beast roared, spinning toward his darkened bedroom. He could hear the butler’s footsteps rushing up the stairs.

  “Sir?” Stiles breathed, obviously nervous and out of breath.

  Satan, the one hundred-forty-five-pound gray wolf lying near the foot of the bed, growled low in his throat as Stiles came barreling into the room.

  Keeping his back to the butler, Lincoln pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, unclenched his teeth, and spoke in a voice more beast than man. “Are you sure Atwood is dead?”

  “I-I spoke with the coroner,” Stiles stammered. “The daughter has identified him.”

  The Beast stilled, every muscle in his body taught with tension. “Ruby is here?”

  “Y-yes sir. She arrived in town around noon today.”

  Letting that piece of information sink in, Lincoln moved to the window to stare out at the river beyond. “Call Templeton. I want him here within the hour.”

  “Right away, sir.”

  The Beast waited for the door to close behind Stiles before turning to peer down at what was left of the rose encased in glass, resting on his nightstand.

  Four more weeks, Lincoln thought, lightly touching the fragile glass, and the hell he’d been born into would forever be his fate.

  Stalking across the room to sit on the side of his bed, Lincoln lifted his gaze to the covered mirror in the corner, and a growl similar to Satan’s rumbled in his chest. He wouldn’t look. He refused to.

  The mirror continued to mock him the longer he sat here, calling to him and taunting him with its inhumanity.

  With a snarl of surrender, the Beast jumped to his feet, strode across the room, and ripped the covering away from the mirror.

  A howl rose up, but he swallowed it back as he stared into the eyes of the man he would never be.

  He lifted an unsteady hand to his face, afraid to touch it yet unable to stop himself. The feel of the skin beneath his fingers told a different story from the man he saw in the mirror.

  But he wasn’t a man, he acknowledged, feeling the dusting of hair on his cheeks and nose, the slants to the corners of his eyes, his larger than normal forehead. And his teeth. He didn’t even want to think about his teeth. He’d seen less frightening teeth on Satan.

  Yet the man staring back at him from the reflection of the mirror had a square jaw, full lips, electric blue eyes, and straight white teeth.

  “Damn you, witch!” the Beast cursed, batting the mirror away from him. “Damn you to hell!”

  The sound of glass breaking did little to soothe his rage. Even if he never looked into that damnable mirror again, the image of his true form would forever be burned into his brain.

  A soft knock on his bedroom door brought Lincoln’s head up. “Come.”

  “I brought you some dinner,” Mrs. Tuff announced, opening the door and stepping into the room. She held a large covered tray in her hands.

  The Beast barely spared her a glance. “I’m not hungry.”

  “I’ll just leave it right here for you in case you change your mind.”

  Feeling slightly annoyed that he’d allowed his temper to surface, Lincoln waved the housekeeper forward. “I’ll take it.”

  She hesitated.

  “I said, I’ll take it!” he snapped, holding out his hand.

  Mrs. Tuff scrambled forward, her eyes wide with uncertainty, and handed him the tray.

  Lincoln noticed that she wore makeup and her hair appeared different. “Are you going out?”

  Clearing her throat, she stared at a place beyond his shoulder, an obvious attempt to avoid looking upon his hideous face. Not that he blamed her.

  “Stiles and I are having dinner together in the dining room,” she whispered while wringing her hands. “Would you care to join us?”

  It was no secret that Stiles and Mrs. Tuff were sleeping together, and had been for years. A normal person wouldn’t have heard the soft sounds they made in the middle of the night, but the Beast wasn’t normal. Far from it in fact. His beastly ears could hear as well as his wolf, Satan. If not more so.

  “I prefer to eat in my room,” was all Lincoln could manage.

  Mrs. Tuff continued to stand there, staring over his shoulder. He assumed she was waiting for him to dismiss her. “Go eat. And be sure to send Templeton to me the moment he arrives.”

  With a quick nod, the housekeeper scampered from the room as if Satan had suddenly bounded to his feet and came after her.

  The Beast glanced over at Satan in envy. The wolf had not a care in the world other than his next meal and finding a tree to hike his leg on.

  The giant wolf lifted his head and pawed at the floor in front of him. He didn’t care about Lincoln’s looks or the raspy growl of his voice. The wolf loved the Beast unconditionally. And Lincoln was more than aware that it would be the only love he would ever have.

  Chapter Three

  Ruby arrived home a little after dark. She paid the driver and climbed from the cab with her bag in hand.

  After filling out the proper paperwork at the morgue, she’d spent the next three hours at the police department being questioned by a seasoned detective with a bad attitude.

  Detective Richard Hall was the lead investigator assigned to her father’s case. He’d informed Ruby that Charles Atwood
had been last seen gambling at Barone’s Gentlemen’s Club on Bourbon Street the night before. He’d been shot shortly after leaving the club.

  Ruby had also found out that Cameron was at Mrs. Fleming’s, the next-door neighbor, where Charles had left him before going out the night before.

  Mrs. Fleming had often taken care of Ruby after school as well in her younger years, and Ruby trusted her with her life.

  Rushing up the steps to her two-story home on Royal Street, Ruby unlocked the door and slipped inside.

  Her heart seized as the silence quickly enveloped her. She would never again see her father’s smiling face or hear his booming laughter.

  Blinking back the tears that threatened once more, Ruby numbly made her way to her bedroom, dropped her bag on the floor, and threw herself across her bed.

  Who would want to kill her father? He was the gentlest soul Ruby had ever known.

  She rolled to her back to stare up at the ceiling. Why would her father return to gambling after ten years of walking the straight and narrow?

  Her stomach abruptly growled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since the day before. But the thought of food nauseated her.

  Slowly rising, she made her way to the bathroom to rise her overheated face.

  Ruby stared at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. Dark circles adorned her red-rimmed eyes—eyes that appeared foreign to her, as if they belonged to someone else.

  No matter how much her mind screamed in denial, her father was gone, and life without him would never be the same.

  After repeatedly splashing her face with cool water from the sink, Ruby pulled her hair back into a ponytail, took a calming breath, and left the bathroom.

  She approached her father’s bedroom with trepidation, stopping in front of his door with her hand on the knob.

  Not yet, Ruby silently acknowledged, releasing her hold on the knob and turning away. I’m not ready.

  The thought of going through her father’s things, breathing in the smell of his cologne that always permeated his room was more than Ruby could handle at the moment.

  She trailed off toward the front door and stepped out onto the small covered porch.

  The familiar scents of New Orleans enveloped her in a blanket of comfort as they always did. Lights and sounds merged together to mingle with the laughter and murmuring of voices coming from both sides of the street.

  Ruby studied the mass of smiling tourists chattering away as they moved along the sidewalks like ants in search of their next hill.

  She shook off her thoughts, melding into the constantly moving throng of people to reach Mrs. Fleming’s porch.

  Rubbing her sweaty palms along the front of her jeans, Ruby reached up and pressed the doorbell. The door opened a moment later.

  “Ruby,” Mrs. Fleming crooned, pulling Ruby into a warm hug. “I have been so worried about you. You haven’t answered your phone.”

  Hugging the elderly woman back, Ruby kissed her weathered cheek. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Fleming. I’ve had a lot going on.”

  “I know you have, dear.” Mrs. Fleming pulled back to gaze into Ruby’s eyes. “Cameron is in the TV room. He doesn’t know about your father, yet. I figured it would be better coming from you.”

  Stepping inside and closing the door behind her, Ruby squeezed the old woman’s hand. “I can’t thank you enough for always being here for us. I don’t know what we would have done without you.”

  “Nonsense. Your grandmother was like a sister to me. We were neighbors for years, until she passed away. It’s been nice having you and your brother next door. Agatha would be so proud if she could see you now.”

  “Ruby!” Cameron cried, running across the room to throw his little arms around her waist. “You’re home.”

  Staring over his head into Mrs. Fleming’s eyes, Ruby held him tightly against her. “I’m so happy to see you, Cam.”

  He pulled back, a huge grin on his face. “How long do you get to stay for?”

  Ruby found it hard to speak around the lump forming in her throat. “For quite a while. Now, go get your things so we can go home.”

  Cameron ran off down the hall to gather his belongings, his little body bouncing with excitement.

  “If there is anything you need,” Mrs. Fleming murmured, touching Ruby on the arm, “don’t hesitate to ask.”

  Ruby nodded, not trusting her voice.

  The sight of Cameron rushing up the hall saved Ruby from falling into a fit of tears and throwing herself into Mrs. Fleming’s arms. “I’m ready.”

  “Remember what I said,” the elderly lady said, opening the door for the siblings. “I’m only a few feet away at all times.”

  Ruby turned to face her as Cam bounded down the steps. “Thank you again, Mrs. Fleming.”

  Quickly catching up to Cam, Ruby unlocked the door to their home and followed him inside before closing it behind her.

  “Daddy?” Cameron called, dropping his backpack on the floor near the kitchen. He turned to face Ruby. “When’s Daddy coming home? He left me at Mrs. Fleming’s all night.”

  Unable to prevent the tears that abruptly flooded her eyes, Ruby inched forward, lowering to her knees in front of him. “I have something to tell you, Cam.”

  Tilting his head to the side, Cameron’s face grew pale with anxiety. “Why are you crying?”

  Unable to think of an easy way to say what needed to be said, Ruby inhaled a shaky breath and took hold of her brother’s hands. “Daddy isn’t coming home, Cam. He’s gone to heaven to be with Grandma.”

  “He died?” Cameron whispered, his eyes growing round in disbelief.

  Ruby pulled him forward, embracing him tightly. “Yes. I’m so sorry, Cam.”

  She could feel his tears against her shoulder as they seeped through the material of her shirt, and her heart shattered all over again.

  A fierce protectiveness rose inside Ruby. No matter what happened to her from that moment on, or what sacrifices she would have to make, Cameron would want for nothing. She would take care of him until her last breath.

  “You’re not going to leave and go back to school are you, Ruby?”

  “No, love. I’m not going to leave you. Not ever again.”

  His little arms tightened around her, telling her how much her words meant to him.

  No, Ruby wouldn’t return to school. She would stay in New Orleans, take care of Cam, and find the man responsible for killing her father.

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  Titles by Ditter Kellen

  The Seeker Series

  Ember - Five Book Box Set

  Shon

  The Rise of Vlad

  Scruples Series

  Finding Carly

  Cassandra

  Fully Engulfed

  Secret Series

  Lydia’s Secret

  Midnight Secrets-Coming Soon

  Time Travel Series

  Turn the Page

  Worlds Apart-Coming Soon

  Enigma Series

  Enigma: What Lies Beneath

  Naura

  Vaulcron

  Zaureth

  Oz

  Gryke

  Braum

  Rykaur

  Thrasher

  Eyes Without a Face

  Coming Soon as a Stand Alone

  Ruby and the Beast

  A Beauty and the Beast Tale

  The Billionaire’s Baby

  A BBW Shifter Romance

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  Ditter Kellen has been in love with romance for over thirty years. Her eBook reader is an extension of her and holds many of her fantasies and secrets. It's filled with dragons, shifters, vampires, ghosts and many more jaw-dropping characters who keep her entertained on a daily basis.

  Ditter's love of paranormal and outrageous imagination have conspired to bring her where she is today...sitting in front of her computer allowing them free rein. I hope you will enjoy reading her stories as much as she loves spinning
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