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Mine! Part Two: Chapter Eight by Cia Nordwell
I wanted to take the time to stop Ritch, to reassure him none of this was his fault, but I didn’t want that fucker alone in the car thinking he could try something. We had the most room, so he was tied up prone in the backseat, and that meant personal conversations were out.“We’ll talk later.” I went around to the passenger door. Pain stabbed through my wrists when I opened the door, but I hissed when I tried to buckle my seatbelt. Ritch took it from me. It clicked, and he settled the strap across my chest.“Good?”
The Sheriff #1 by Julie Lynn Hayes
To Lee and Marshall.
Roy Landry raised his bottle of beer in a silent toast to the two men—his two best friends—who had just departed the wedding reception being held for them in Roy’s home. But that was traditional, wasn’t it? The newlyweds were always the first to leave. At least that was the case in Roy’s experience, and he’d been to a few weddings over the years.
He was beyond happy for the newlyweds, and he envied Marshall and Lee and what they had. He’d never met such a loving, devoted couple in his entire life. And he’d never seen two people fight so hard to be together.
Buy One, Get Two and Three: Chapter 46 by Carol Pedroso
Daniel gratefully let Carlos take his weight and lead him into the large home him and Oliver shared. Normally he would have either been eager to look around, or too scared to move. But, after the last day he just wanted to go to bed and forget.
“The guest room is this was,” Carlos’ voice interrupted Daniel’s thoughts softly. “I’ll get you settled while Oliver takes care of Silas.”
“Can Silas stay with me?” Daniel asked. He needed his brother nearby. He’d almost lost his family, again. He wanted to reassure himself that Silas at least was unhurt and alive.
The Waterlord Prequel: Part 12 by Ravon Silvius
The air froze his every breath, but the clouds formed were beautiful. The white plain stretched out before him, untouched by wood, and he realized he wasn’t on a ship. He wanted to float, but the ground-was it ground?-remained hard under his feet. He stood above a freezing, foreign world, and yet he was entombed in it. It was too quiet, too still, and strangest of all, there was water everywhere and yet none….
Tom heard his door creaking, and then a flurry of knocking. He rolled over in bed, trying to ignore it. It was warm in bed…
“Tom, get up, damnit! It’s already noon! ” Tom groaned and snuggled further into his blankets.