In Pieces #54 (13.2) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Heading north out of Mandeville, they stopped at a gas station/convenience store on the outskirts of town in order to fill the tanks for the trip to Lake Charles. Ryan was glad their route didn’t take them across Lake Pontchartrain for a change, although he felt as though he was starting to get used to the long bridge. Of course, a lot of that had to do with Ben’s presence.
After pumping gas, they went inside and bought breakfast sandwiches and hot coffee, as well as bags of chips and pretzels and sweet treats for later, dividing them between the two vehicles. Deacon was in charge of driving the van, as usual. While it wasn’t equipped with GPS, Keanu’s phone was, and he was happy to play navigator for his lover. Ben decided the sedan would follow behind the van. That way, in case of trouble, they’d be in a better position to help, seeing as the van was the older of the two vehicles.
“I haven’t been this color since I was a kid.” I glanced at my arms and chest. The locals wore tight vests but I preferred to leave mine off whenever I wasn’t in the small town. The tight squeeze brought back bad memories, but they faded more and more.
Danie put his arm next to mine. “I am still the same color. The locals look at me funny.”
“That’s probably something to do with the nanotechnology they implanted in you, not your skin. And the locals look at you funny because that kid caught you and Freska with her fingers
Here Kitty Kitty: Chapter 21.3 by Carol Pedroso
Carl watched the emotions chasing each other over Tristan’s face. How could any parent be so stupid as to not educate their child properly on the power they could use and how it could potentially change as they grew? Not only was it neglectful and hurtful, it was downright dangerous. A being who doesn’t know their own power is a danger to themselves and others.
Carl had felt Tristan’s power during their claiming. There was no way his mate was only a level two mage. If he had to make an educated guess he would put his mate nearer to
Adrift: Chapter 42 by J. Alan Veerkamp
The first thing he noticed was the darkness. Wherever the Ansariland had reappeared after his desperate jump to avoid being incinerated lacked a star close enough to give off more than a smattering of light. The stars in the distance were useless, random pixels of illumination. Cast in near absolute shadow, the ship’s hull was defined solely by a minimal number of landing lights and transponder beacons.
The lack of gravity was next. He held tight to the open hatch, noticing how every little move left him buoyant. Equal and opposite reactions wanted to send him drifting, his weight non-existent.