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In Pieces #34 (8.7) by Julie Lynn Hayes
As it turned out, Ryan’s fears were groundless. Ben had Miles well in hand, and was keeping the infatuated young man at what Ryan considered to be a safe distance. Ben was letting Miles’ friends take selfies of themselves with him, and all of the young people were clamoring for his attention, eating it up. But when Ben spotted Ryan coming toward him, his face lit up with unmistakable joy.
Ryan had intended to hang on the fringe of the group and take the photos for the host, but Ben would have none of that. He bounced up to Ryan and welcomed him with a warm kiss, drawing a few giggles from the young people, as well as comments of “Hey, can priests do that now?” which were answered by a snarky “He’s not a real priest, dumbass.”
Ghostly Blues in the Big Easy by Avery Dawes
The lights of the French Quarter blurred as we sped down Bourbon Street. Nearly 2:30 a.m.—most people were either passed out or sleeping. Not Damien and me, though. My vintage Ford pick-up was out of commission, so Damien was stuck chauffeuring me to and from work. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind. Well, not too much.
Lost in thought, I nearly missed the shimmer of an apparition which materialized in front of Damien’s sleek Mercedes.
“Stop!” I shrieked, throwing my left arm protectively toward Damien.
Damien stomped on the brakes, and I lurched forward. The sedan…
Denied: Chapter Sixty-four by Cia Nordwell
“Kohen, are you up to talking?” Captain was still holding me. His hand was gentle on my head and neck as he stroked me and rested his hands on my skin, letting me absorb his warmth.
“How’d you know I was awake?” I asked.
“I could sense it. Like I know how much you like this.” He had his hands wrapped around my neck from behind, his palms against the sides of my neck and across the bare skin of my shoulders. His thumbs stroked up and down the knobs of my spine on the back of my neck but
Tales of the Cabin: Part 12 by J Ray Lamb
I woke up and realized that the sun was up. It didn’t matter as all I could do was think about puking. I’d not been this hung over since college. I thought about getting up to stumble to the bathroom.
I stopped, frozen in the realization that there was an arm over me from behind and someone in front of me as well. I blinked my eyes a few more times then lifted my head up as far as I could. I could make out a muscular red-furred arm across me and a red-haired farm boy in front of me.
Adrift: Chapter 21 by J. Alan Veerkamp
Arad flipped the bottle’s top open with his thumb and stared at the nine or ten tiny squares of paper inside. Each one had an identical stamp, marking the maker so the buyer knew where to get more.
Syn was based off an obsolete synthetic drug called LSD. Still a hallucinogenic, it centered on the pleasure centers of the brain, making everything feel good. Severe overuse left a person corrupted, leaving them in a perpetual state of uncontrollable sex addiction.
Arad had seen enough of it after Sketch found him recovering from pneumonia in the alley. He’d taken pity on Arad and let him crash with him for a few months.
Here Kitty Kitty: Chapter 17.1 by Carol Pedroso
Simon settled on a couch with Kitryn and watched as Carl finished reading some paperwork that had him scowling.
Finally, Carl threw the documents on the table in apparent disgust and turned to face them.
“So, do you have an idea what you want to learn today?”
Simon grinned and nodded enthusiastically. “I’d like to know what types of paranormals are out there and what they can do.”
Carl laughed. “I think that’s a good idea, especially seeing as this mess we’re in seems to be involving more and more beings.”
Simon pulled out his paper and a pen and waited.
Sometimes Alec was almost too high maintenance. But today Cullen had to admit the punishment for Alec was too juicy not to share with his friends. He took the snapshot of Alec hoeing Eli’s garden. It wouldn’t be as spicy if the damn thing wasn’t the size of a lot of lawns in town. He was halfway down the first row when he stopped, leaned against the hoe, and mopped his brow as he surveyed the expanse of tilled soil with its rows of sprouting greenery. Alec fished a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped the sweat from his face. After a few seconds, he turned to Cullen.