Strangely Familiar: Psychological Lesbian Thriller (eBook)

What if the person sharing your bed wasn't who they claimed to be? When three women's lives collide in a dangerous game of deception, they'll discover how far they're willing to go for justice, revenge, and a second chance at love. "Strangely Familiar" delivers a pulse-pounding supernatural thriller where identities blur, passion ignites, and no one can be trusted.

- Supernatural Abilities
- Love Triangle
- Redemption Arc
- Secret Identity
- Vigilante Justice
- Enemies to Allies
- Evil Scientists/Conspiracy
- Forbidden Love

My gun. Where's my gun?
My right hand falls to my thigh, sliding across the denim towards my holster, looking for my pistol. As it moves, I don't take my eyes off whoever—whatever—is in front of me... The woman—the thing... Who now looks exactly like Coco.
My heart is in my throat. I swear I can feel it thudding against my windpipe and choking me. My head is spinning, and I want to throw up.
What the hell am I seeing?
I want to believe it's just a trick of the light, illumination from the diner and streetlights bouncing off her skin and warping her features a little—well, a lot. Logically, that's the only explanation that makes sense. The only explanation I might be able to believe.
But does it? Does it make sense?
I draw my gun from its holster and plant one foot out on the street, hanging halfway inside the car. The woman in front of me—Jude or Coco, I'm not sure who at this point—gasps as I raise the gun, and point it directly at her, right between her eyes.
"Ashley," she whispers. Her voice sounds like Coco's. How is that possible when I watched Jude get into this car? "Put the gun down and don't do something stupid."
My hand trembles visibly as I push it against her forehead. My breath is coming out in short, almost panicked gasps. I don't know what I'm looking at, but whatever it is, I know it doesn't make any sense. It's impossible.
"Who the hell are you?" I whisper. "What happened to Jude?" I want it to sound like a demand for information, but it doesn't. My voice trembles and comes out a good octave higher than normal, betraying just how utterly horrified I am by what I'm seeing.
"I'm..." The woman who is now Coco (but isn't) lets out a heavy sigh and frowns at me. "I'm Jude, Ashley."
"Bullshit."
"It's not bullshit," she says softly, raising her hands a little. "I'm just going to turn on the overhead, all right? I'm not reaching for anything."
The end of my weapon is only an inch away from her. A sheen of sweat on her olive skin glistens in the orange glow from the sodium streetlight at the end of the road. Her eyes dart between my face and the cold steel barrel I have leveled between her eyes. My hand betrays me, just as my voice had, with a tremble.
Reaching up, she flicks on the overhead light.
There's no mistaking it now... Bathed in the harsh, almost blue light of the car's interior LEDs, I can see for certain that I'm looking at Coco. Or at least... I'm looking at Coco's features.
Although now that I can see her face clearly, there's something about her...something that doesn't seem quite right. A weird prickling sensation rises up my neck again, just like the last time we met and she began ranting at me. It's an innate knowledge somewhere deep in my gut that what I'm looking at just isn't right.
Uncanny valley.
All the features of Coco's face are where they should be. She's got the correct dark eyes, the right sharp, almost fox like features I've always found so enticing. Everything is technically right.
But at the same time, there's something about her that's so incredibly wrong. It's something about the softness of her expression, the fear in her eyes. The gentle lilt of her voice as she almost whispers to me in the car. None of that is Coco.
But how can it be Jude?
"Don't freak out, okay?" the woman in front of me says quietly, lowering her hands to her lap. "I get that this is going to be weird for you, but just...don't freak out, all right?"
"Don't freak out about what?"
"About what I'm about to do." She purses her lips into a thin, mirthless smile, but nothing happens. I stare, desperate to get away but rooted to the spot by a morbid fascination. Still nothing happens.
Wait...

In this gripping supernatural thriller, three women's lives become dangerously entangled when homicide detective Ashley Tate discovers her crime boss lover has been replaced by someone with an impossible ability.
After being abducted and experimented on by a shadowy organization, journalist Jude Abrahams awakes with the extraordinary power to assume anyone's identity. Using her supernatural shapeshifting abilities, she embarks on a vigilante mission to eliminate the criminals the justice system can't touch. When she takes on the identity of notorious crime boss Coco Matino, she expects to bring down a criminal empire—not develop feelings for Coco's neglected wife, Mariana.
As bodies continue to drop across the city, Ashley's investigation leads her to a shocking revelation about the serial killer she's hunting. Forming an uneasy alliance with Jude, the two women must confront the thin line between justice and revenge while navigating their complicated feelings for each other and for Mariana.
When the mysterious scientists who created Jude resurface with deadly intentions and Mariana becomes their next target, all three women must decide what they're willing to sacrifice for truth, redemption, and a second chance at love.
"Strangely Familiar" delivers heart-racing suspense, forbidden romance, and supernatural thrills in a page-turning narrative that will keep you guessing until the final shocking twist. Perfect for fans of paranormal mysteries and LGBTQ+ crime fiction who enjoy complex female protagonists, morally grey characters, and stories where nothing is as it seems.