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Disassembly Required: Part 3 by Sarah Hayes
Beatriz stepped forward, into the darkness. She reached out for a physical anchor, a counter or a cutting board, or even the fabric of Allen’s jacket sleeve, but found nothing. Her eyes registered nothing but black.
“Allen?” As soon as she spoke, Beatriz knew she would not be heard. The oppressive lack of light seemed to swallow up her words the second they left her lips, swaddled them up and muted them for good.
Buy One, Get Two and Three: Chapter 60 by Carol Pedroso
Silas looked around at the flashing lights and pounding music. There were so many people. The dance floor was packed and bodies were rubbing together as men and women alike danced for all they were worth.
Toby led the way to the bar and the three men tried to get the attention of the barman.
“Well, aren’t you a cute thing,” a voice slurred in Silas’ ear. Spinning Silas was confronted by a man that could make Pavarotti look anorexic. The smell nearly knocked Silas on his ass and moved back bumping into Daniel.
The Sheriff #22 (6.4) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Just when had he become so dick-whipped?
Against his own better judgment, Dustin accompanied Rusty into the darkened house, Jordan’s kiss still lingering on his lips.
“Why isn’t Lenny coming?” Dustin whispered as they crossed the wide lawn.
“’Cause,” was the only response he received.
Things only grew worse and worse.
The smaller rocks hurt, but it was the large rock I’d stumbled over and the ones that pummeled my body as I lay dazed on the ground that had done the most damage. Sickening pain radiated from my lower leg. More blood dripped down my face to mix with the dust coating my skin, and the iron tang filled my mouth when I licked my lips. The rough tunnel was crumbling, and I cringed to think what had happened to that underground facility if the damage was this bad outside of that building. I was glad I’d sent Ritch ahead
Just out of Reach by Avery Dawes
Another loud crash. This one closer. Okay, not musket fire. Maybe not human. He wouldn’t bet on the human part, though. Henry met Emory’s eyes. “Do you think it’s soldiers?” he whispered. He hoped speaking the words wouldn’t make them true.
Emory shrugged. “Suppose it’s possible. But most regiments make a lot of noise when they march. Skirmishers not as much.”
Henry knelt, facing Emory. “Well, we shouldn’t wait to find out. Let’s get moving.”
Three deer—two does and one fawn—barreled through the clearing, running east. The trio never slowed their pace as they passed the two men.