Nightfall (Grim Gate #1) Read Online Emily Goodwin

Categories Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, Science Fiction Tags Authors: Series: Grim Gate Series by Emily Goodwin

Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)

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(Grim Gate #1) Nightfall

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Emily Goodwin

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If you have a ghost problem, who you gonna call?
Not me. Seriously.
Been there, done that, and the short time I worked as a professional medium was nothing like what you see on TV. Things are way too heavy when you’re talking to actual ghosts, and I’m pretty sure I’m the first and only person to be fired from what turned out to be a string of con-artists and fake psychics. That’s life, and after twenty-four years of being able to see and hear spirits, I’ve grown used to it.
But when demonic bounty hunters start coming after me, I realize that maybe there’s more to me than being a medium…that maybe my entire life has been nothing but fabricated memories and lies.
Right as everything is unraveling around me, I meet Ethan. I’m drawn to him as much as he scares me, as there’s no denying the darkness hiding in his hazel eyes. He knows more about my powers than I do and can help me, yet I can’t ignore how the timing of our meeting is too perfect for a mere coincidence.
As the demons close in, I’m forced to make a choice: trust Ethan or face the demons alone. One is certainly more dangerous than the other, and if I don’t choose correctly, it will cost me everything…including my heart.
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Grim Gate Series by Emily Goodwin

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Chapter One

Well, shit.

I reach for my wine, needing a big sip of Pinot Grigio before I can turn and look at my date, who’s apparently not the man sitting at the table across from me.


“Yeah,” I reply as soon as the wine goes down my throat. I push my shoulders back and smile, bracing for the inevitable look on my date’s face, because there’s a good chance he’s been standing there a while, watching me have a conversation with a man he can’t see.

In fact, I’m sure no one in this Mexican restaurant can see him…which explains why he didn’t eat a single chip. No one can resist a fresh bowl of chips and house-made salsa. Well, apparently ghosts can. I quickly blink and inhale, forcing the mental shields back up. When I open my eyes, the man across from me is gone.

“You must be Gavin.” The guy—who I know is Gavin because he actually looks like his profile photo—looks at the empty seat across from me for a moment and then glances back at me.

“I, uh,” he starts, probably wondering if I’m too crazy to sit and have dinner with. Then his eyes go to my breasts and he nods. “I am.” Hesitating another second, he slides into the booth across from me. “Sorry if I kept you waiting.”

“It’s okay.” I take another sip of wine. “I got off work earlier than I thought I would.”

“What do you do?” He reaches for the basket of chips and slides it from the center of the table so it’s directly in front of him.

“I’m a vet-tech,” I tell him, certain now that he only looked at my photos on my online dating profile. I proudly have my occupation listed twice, which might be overkill, I know, but it is what it is. “And you work in IT, right?” I did check out this guy’s profile, and then looked him up on social media. I call it being thorough, not stalking. I want to make sure the guys I’m going out with are not psycho killers. Well, not according to their Instagram at least.

“Right.” He pulls the salsa over as well, double-dipping his chip.

“So, um, what do you do?”

“Mostly tell people to unplug and plug back in their printers.”

I laugh. “Technology can be hard, right?”

The waiter comes over, bringing another menu. He eyes me curiously, and I’m sure he saw me chatting it up with a dead man, only to him it looked like I was talking to no one. I’ve been a medium my whole life, able to see and hear ghosts. Most of the time, the ghosts pay no attention to me, stuck in the loop of a memory significant to them for one reason or another. Every once in a while, I run into a spirit like the one I’d just been talking to. They appear corporeal, coherent, and are able to carry on a conversation.

With twenty-four years of experience at this, I’m normally better at sensing them. I get that hair standing up on the back of your neck feeling, and there’s a shift in the energy around me. I’ve tried to explain it, I know it’s hard for people to understand. If they can’t see it, then it’s not real, and I get it. I really do. It’s hard to believe in something you’re unable to see, and even harder when said unseen thing can be scary. People don’t want to believe in ghosts.

When vampires made the shocking coming out a few years ago, I thought people would become more open to the supernatural, but I was sadly mistaken. There are a growing number of people who see vampires for what I know they are: the mysteriously sexy yet dangerous supernatural creatures we read about for centuries. Though there are still a lot who refuse to believe in that, my parents included. With my mother being a doctor and my father teaching physics, they insist there has to be a scientific reason for vampirism. Yet no one has been able to prove scientifically why someone would be able to survive only on blood, not age, and recover from what would otherwise be lethal injuries.

Because it’s not science, it’s some sort of dark supernatural force we’ll never fully understand.

“What are you getting?” Gavin asks me.

“Combination number three. It’s my favorite.”

“You eat here a lot?”

I shrug. “Not really. It’s close to work so we order from here at least once a month.”

“I’ll try it too.” He closes his menu and rests his hands on the table. “Are you a natural redhead?”

“Yeah,” I say, annoyed but used to getting that question a lot. “I am.”

“You’re very beautiful.”

“Thanks.” I set my wine glass back down.

“You look like my sister. I thought you were her when I first saw your profile. I couldn’t swipe fast enough.”