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The Sheriff #57 (13.5) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Roy’s life had taken a complete one-eighty—and he couldn’t be happier about it. He’d begun to think he would never find someone to love, to have what Lee and Marshall had. And then, out of nowhere, when he wasn’t looking, it happened. The trouble was he’d been searching for Miss Right all this time when it was actually Mr. Right, in the guise of Dustin Johnson. If someone had suggested to Roy just a few months ago that he could fall in love with a man, he’d have laughed and said that wasn’t him, not that he had anything against the idea of two men being together. And yet just look at him now. He was with another man, and loving it.
He guessed the right person made all the difference, and gender didn’t really matter.
Denied: Chapter Twenty-five by Cia Nordwell
“You should know that you can’t secure any door against the captain of a ship.”
I jolted awake, but I didn’t move. I’d become a master of that in my cell, observing without showing any signs that I knew someone else was there. Those few times the aliens had come to my cell had been a nearly overwhelming relief—that I wasn’t alone in that sea of white. That there was something beyond those four walls, beyond the silence in my own mind that often consumed me.
But right now I could use some of that silence. The sound of
Here Kitty Kitty: Chapter 7.2 by Carol Pedroso
Kitryn jolted awake at the sound of pounding. It took a moment for him to orientate himself before he realized someone was banging on the front door. Swinging out of the bed he pulled on a pair of pants as he heard Meg running down the hall yelling, “I’m coming, hold your horses.”
Kitryn arrived at the door and he watched Meg open it to reveal a very flustered David.
“You need to leave now. All of you.” David panted as he spoke as though he had been rushing.
“David what’s happened?” Meg tried to pull him inside but he resisted.
“What are you laughing about?”
Aggie was hanging washing on the line. Owen sat on the log that had sat just outside the back door for as long as he could remember, and watched. She had her back to him, but he knew she was laughing. She didn’t reply, just dipped into the basket for another, snowy white sheet and threw it over the line.
“I know you’re laughing at me, about Bran.”
“Then why ask,” Aggie grumbled around a mouth full of pegs.
Despite his cries, I had every intention on bringing Aaron to my side. It might take longer than I wanted, but then again, I was an immortal and I had an eternity.
Aaron’s brown eyes met my gaze and I caressed his warm face. I dragged my fingers around his jawline until I reached the Adam’s Apple at the center of his throat.
Appearing afraid, Aaron swallowed hard making the luscious lump I wished to bath with my tongue disappear. “Raviele.”
“Say my name, again, my sweet.” I leaned in close, nuzzling his neck with the tip of my nose. Though we as vampires couldn’t breathe, his scent surrounded me, making me heady. I was fully intoxicated, wanting more than just this moment between us. I wanted lust, love, his body under mine, taking my thick length inside of him.