Wednesday Briefs: February 6, 2019

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.

Tales of the Cabin: Part 17 by J Ray Lamb
“Shawn! Get in here.  Call Aaron while I get dressed.” I shouted out the
door.
Deputy Martens hadn’t been able to tell me a lot over the phone. I’d
already put the location in my phone and groaned when I saw it was at
least 17 hours to get there.
Shawn came in and I must have looked as spooked as I felt.
“Vince?! What’s going on?” Shawn asked as he rushed in the door.
“It’s Brady! I just got a call from Oklahoma. Some sort of an accident.
He’s hospitalized and after they interviewed him…

Here Kitty Kitty: Chapter 18.1 by Carol Pedroso

Kitryn let out another long sigh and sat up, the covers pooled around him. Simon let out a mumble and tugged them back to his side of the bed.

“Go back to sleep, the sun has only just set, I can still feel it. Anyway, you should still be tired out from…well, you  know.”

Kitryn suppressed a grin. After all they’d done together, Simon still couldn’t bring himself to mention a simple act between two people.

He rolled over his mate and kissed his way up to Simon’s ear. “You mean when I spent the early morning hours pounding you into

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Adrift: Chapter 26 by J. Alan Veerkamp

Waiting for Theodosia by Julie Lynn Hayes

Spring in New York City was iffy at best. Surprisingly lamblike at times, more often it revealed the face of the lion in its chilly ferocity. Tonight was a night of infinite leonine grace. Aaron Burr pulled his cloak tighter about himself, fending off a stiff breeze. The cold in and of itself was not worrisome to him. He’d endured far worse as a soldier during the ill-fated march to Quebec. His concern was entirely for his daughter, Theodosia. She would be arriving soon, and he did not wish her to catch cold.

The docks of New York were quiet at night, silent ships riding gentle lapping waves. A stark contrast to a time when British ships held sway. So many ships they’d resembled a veritable forest.  Thirty-two thousand troops under the joint command of the Howe brothers. But that was long ago now.

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Denied: Chapter Sixty-nine by Cia Nordwell

Anyas clapped his hands. A servant approached and handed him a cup. Oddly, I saw him also palm a device that detached from the base, slipping it under the table. It was tiny, the many sides each having a different button. He pressed his finger to the top, and it emitted a hum. I twitched and winced.

“My apologies. Just ensuring we are secure now.” Anyas went from reclining in his chair to sitting upright. “Please remain seated, but you may move if you have need to shift or get comfortable. Now, now we can really discuss your odds.” The 

 

 

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