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Out, Kevin Mcallister
Yellow Room, Kevin Mcallister
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Papa, Sarah Christy
Leggende Albanesi, Sidita Kushi
The White Witch, Selena Cochran
The White Witch, Selena Cochran
The Angle
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" 'Jared, wait,' Shante whimpered. 'Someone could walk in any moment.' 'I thought you liked that sort of thing,' he teased as he suckled her neck and shoulders. 'Jared! I only did that once,' Shante whined. 'Well, they say two's a charm,' he whispered pressing her toned body against the conference room wall. 'No, they don't,' she moaned, sliding her leg up over his bulky frame onto his waist. She grabbed a fistful of his auburn hair, yanking his head backwards. He yelped.'Don't make me get physical, white boy,' …
Tarnished, Destinee Paynter
He Crowded Her, Sarah Christy
Grotesquely Edward, Jamie Lasda
St. Lawrence River, Laura Donk
St. Lawrence River, Laura Donk
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"The boat thrust forward under the power of his arms as he pulled back the oars. Smoother, harder, faster as he went. He had no intention of stopping. He was in his own head now. Harder, faster, the oars back and forth, harder, faster. In his own head not seeing, not hearing. The ripples and the waves that he created were crying out to him, "Stop!" The river helplessly cried out for his attention but the river's concerns were not his. Not now."
Conjurations Of The Sacred Traveler, Eric Szewczyk
Nights' Lights, Tom Jewell
Solitude, Amanda Marchese
More Opposite, Julie Mariuz
Danger, Passion, Selena Cochran
Danger, Passion, Selena Cochran
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"It's much too dangerous to think about passion. Not the chintzy, wussified run-of-the-mill slag kin to the sappy droning of today's lyricists, or the crude rhetoric eternized in tasteless soap operas; not even the sickening popularity of tawdry mantras immortalized on hats and t-shirts. No, not these; but true passion, real passion is like a deep, throaty hunger that kicks and rages at your innards, feeding on your convictions until quenched. It gnaws - bathing the psyche in awes and crippling fears - emasculating sense and logic. Yes true …
Autumn, Julie Mariuz
Bathing In Serenty...Soap, Anybody?, Destinee Paynter
War At Sea, Justin Mawhir
War At Sea, Justin Mawhir
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"The sun was warm on our backs as we stepped out of the car and our shoes, and into our lives for the week. The breeze was fresh and sprayed with mist from the ocean. The air was easy and flowing. The only tension on the island could be found on the clothesline where towels of various colors and origins were hanging, waiting to be used. The road was strewn with sand, and the only bare spots that could be seen were where some car from whereabouts unknown had …
Tragic, Really, Justin Mawhir
Roots, Sarah Christy
Mirror Child, Mike Wolfe
Save Your Words, Dillon Lynn
Be Again, Elias Van Son