Wednesday Briefs: March 5, 2014

Here is a list of all the authors flashing this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page.

Diventado: Becoming; by JC Wallace:

“Hey,” Turk said on an exhale, his lust filled eyes softening. He raised his hand, intent on touching Owen’s face, but Owen knew that touch would be too gentle, too intimate, too much like a lover’s caress with one exception… lovers weren’t supposed to want to kill one another. No matter how desperately Owen needed that touch, craved the affection after weeks of captivity where touches had been clinical and rough, he couldn’t allow Turk get close, again. Not when that closeness would cause misplaced mercy. Not when this man should plunge a sword into his chest.

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Catherine’s Revenge – Ch 16: by Nephylim:

Emma had no idea what she was doing. She was cold; damn fucking cold. Her heart was like a block of ice in her chest and every beat hurt.

It occurred to her that Catherine had transferred her attack from Ash to her and she wasn’t being very effective fighting it off. Fear flooded her and Ash must have felt it because he jerked and squeezed her hand tighter. He might have said something, but she didn’t hear.

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Dallas in Wonderland II: Chapter Seven: by Julie Lynn Hayes:

If Dallas expected to fluster his ex, he was sorely disappointed by the lack of reaction he received at his question. In fact, if anything, Quentin seemed… coy, maybe? But not embarrassed or secretive. On the other hand, he wasn’t trying to pretend he had no idea what Dallas was talking about. Point for Dallas’s side.

Assuming he was keeping score.

Hell yeah, he was keeping score. He needed all the points he could get.

Quentin fluttered his long eyelashes, a simpering smile playing about his lips, as he played coquette to the hilt. Dallas forced himself to bide his time. He’d asked the question. Now to wait for whatever answer he might receive. God knows if it would be the truth. But Quentin must have asked him here for a reason, right?

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Controller – Chapter 20 : by Jon Keys:

“I’m not getting it! I hate this crap.”

Eli crawled across the bed and moved so he could see what I was doing. “It’s biology. How can you hate biology? It’s your major.”

“What if I don’t want to go to med school? What if I want to major in art? I liked art in high school.”

Eli sighed. “Then change majors. People change majors all the time.”

“I can’t change majors! What would my parents think?”

Eli stopped rubbing my shoulders and leaned down to kiss my cheek. “You can’t do this for your parents. Why did you decide to be a doctor anyway?”

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Lost Inside: Chapter 10: by Cia Nordwell:

“What do you mean, what I am?” Yuri ran his fingers through Cleara’s wings. They were soft toward the base and prickly at the ends. He liked that. He stared at the dark brown feathers with gray speckled areas, touching the splots.

“Yuri?”

He looked up. “What?”

“You know you’re different from Cleara and Szorpin, right?” Ellis was talking to him slow again. Yuri rolled his eyes.

“Of course. I’m not an idiot.”

Ellis turned red. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just not sure what you know about your kind of Carthera.”

“I’m a cat, right?” Yuri stopped

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Sunrise: by Victoria Adams:

J’dol leaned closer to Sian and cupped her face with his hands. A desire burned in him. He needed to kiss her. He ached to discover whether this was more than lust. He’d bedded many women, but none captured his heart. He suspected the moment he gazed upon Sian’s wondrous face that he had forsaken his heart forever. Now was the moment. He must know.

His pressed his lips against hers. A tingle exploded inside him. Her lips were soft, warm and urging. She’d responded with as much need as he had offered. He pulled her tight against his body.

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Unbroken: by Larry Benjamin:

I spoke late and when I eventually discovered words, I spoke to my parents of little things, childish things. Distracted, they paid no attention to my words but they noticed my hands. Stop it with the hands, they said. They flutter like little birds, they said. Boys’ hands don’t flutter like little birds, they said. They made me sit on my hands when I spoke. If I was standing, I had to clasp my hands behind my back. My hands stilled, my words failed. I grew quiet. Later when I had bigger, more important things to speak of, I remained quiet, kept everything locked inside.

I didn’t speak, but I listened. I learned to hear the words between the words, the words unspoken, written in silence.

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Hope – Chapter 23: by Chris T. Kat:

Shane barked at Marisa, which he followed with a series of low growls. An adult dog would’ve sounded seriously dangerous, but Shane…

I smoothed my hand over my mouth to hide the grin. He leveled a drop-dead look at me and I laughed out loud. “Sorry! It’s just that I can’t take you serious in that baby-form.”

Shane blinked at me, then tilted his head to the side, which meant one of his ears flopped while the other one stood up. He was the personification of cuteness. Not that he hadn’t been cute in his human-form.

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Thwarted – Part XXVI: by Renee Stevens:

“Surely he understood why you got out.”

Mark shook his head. He appreciated Trey’s anger on his behalf, but it wouldn’t do any good. His dad had made up his mind and nothing was going to change it. He didn’t think his mom was even going to be able to smooth it over this time.

“He said—“

“I don’t care what he said!” Trey was obviously pissed. “To treat you that way just because you didn’t stay in the military, that’s wrong!”

“He feels like I went against what he stands for.” Mark reached out and pulled Trey into his arms. “I’ve tried a couple of times to talk to him, but he won’t listen. I finally decided that if and when he wants to talk, he can call me. I don’t really want to talk about him; I just wanted you to know why I’m not in any hurry to introduce you to my folks.”

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My Guardian Angel Is A Cockblocker, CH 9: by Andrew Q. Gordon:

Nicholas tried to speak, but Alex cut him off. “And how come every time I have a date with Austin, you show up with urgent news?”

“Your uncle wants you to go back to your room.” He turned as soon as he started to speak. “He says it’s safer with the wards activated.”

“Duncan can kiss a helcor’s testicles.” Alex didn’t need any more reasons to dislike his uncle. “And what? Did you leap at the chance to be the one who got to tell me?”

Nicholas’ eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched for an instant. The look faded almost instantly. “Contrary to what you think, I take no pleasure interfering in your courtship.”

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Sealed in Stone: #27 : by Tali Spencer:

Willem’s strength served him well. All those long hours shaping stone gave him the energy for long hours of sex. Torrey held him now between his thighs, their cocks rubbing with frantic need. Being with Willem this way felt good, perfect and true. That Cyrrhi thought so too he knew because the Queen engaged them both, celebrating with hands or mouth the union of their bodies. It was a strange fascination on her part. Torrey didn’t understand it, neither did he have the mental presence at that moment to care. He knew only that he felt loved, and protected.

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Myths, Secrets and Love 13: by Elyzabeth M. Valey:

Rodric stared at the man before him. He was not what he had imagined a Dragon Lord would look like, especially after Raskard’s impressive entrance earlier. He imagined a fierce creature, large, old and maybe even scaly. What he wasn’t expecting was the kid sitting in front of him.
The man introduced to them as The Lord was too young. His long dark locks unevenly cut framed a boyish face with deep green eyes. His body was hard and muscled but lean, like a man that still had to grow into his flesh. He was certainly tattooed.

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Trouble Comes in Threes – #3.4: by; M.A. Church:

I’d fucked my back up playing football in high school. Since then, I had a disk that slipped out entirely too easily. It fucking hurt, and I had trouble walking when it happened. It usually put me in bed for several days every time. The normal routine was ice packs on my back, right above my ass, and swallowing anti-inflammatories until the swelling went down—something I didn’t have time for right now. Besides, the very idea of anything ice cold on my skin sent shivers down my back.

I hauled several loads of wood inside, moving carefully.

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Radio Static Transmission: Part 3; by Shelly Schulz:

Jackson didn’t bother sticking around camp much longer. He figured the muffled conversation coming from the van would only last so long before both men gave into their wants. He made a mental note to call one of his usual hookups once they got back to civilization.

Right now?

Monster hunting. Then ass. In that order, no matter what.

He tromped along a trail, his hiking boots holding up against the slick muddy downhill slope. Pine branches, heavy with rain hung down, droplets falling as the wind cut up the path. He’d have to change again once he went back.

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Ghalib’s Decision, Part 2: by Grace R. Duncan:

Ghalib blinked at Teman. “How could you know this?”

Teman grinned. “He was in here the other night, talking to His Highness and was in a rather… not sour, not foul… but he was not in good spirits.”

Ghalib simply stared at Teman for a few long moments. It couldn’t possibly mean anything. “I’m sure it is coincidence. Though… I did meet the qadi—twice in fact, once the night of the Midwinter feast. And he, uh, insisted I speak with him earlier this week.”

“Ah. He is not unhappy with you, is he?”

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