Neurospicy H*es: I Dissociated at a Funeral and Got Involved With My Twin Sister’s Husband in the Bathroom

Jordyn

I dissociated at my mama’s funeral.

Looked down at her overdrawn lips and ghost-face makeup and felt everything all at once and nothing at all.

So I went to the bathroom to breathe.

And came out wrecked from the inside out by my twin sister’s husband.

I’m not proud.

I’m not sorry either.

Grief made me nasty.

Desire made me cruel.

Now the secret’s out and the family’s burning, but I already lit the match.

All that’s left is to watch it fall.

Micah

I married the good twin.

But I was always watching the wrong one.

Jordyn was the storm I didn’t know I wanted until she was on her knees in a funeral home bathroom, making me forget my vows, my guilt, my name.

Now I’ve got to choose.

Wife or wildfire.

Sanity or truth.

Loyalty or the woman who feels like ruin and rebirth all at once.

Nobody walks away clean.

But I’m not walking away at all.

 You ever grieved so hard you fcked your life sideways?*

This is that book.

Shame, lust, trauma, and heat.

No apologies. No healing arcs. Just two broken people making a beautiful mess.

For readers who like:

• twin chaos
• funeral fights
• family drama so thick it needs therapy
• and the smut you shouldn’t want but do 😈