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As Lovely as a Tree: Part 4 by Sarah Hayes
For a moment Yulia thought she smelled smoke lingering on the sleeves of Bonnie’s scrubs as the nurse hovered over her to check her various vitals. She shook her head the moment Bonnie turned away. The synapses in her brain must have fired off the wrong signals, that’s all.
Minutes later, the smoke was forgotten and Yulia was walking around her room, guided by a hand on her arm just in case she stumbled and fell. She forced herself to be ambulatory on a regular basis. It not, she’d lose muscle definition and be too weak to take care of herself if, god forbid, both Bonnie and Elzie would be unavailable for a prolonged period of time.
Colorado Calling: Part 2 by Avery Dawes
Quiet. No more moaning. No more sucking sounds. Normally, Anson wasn’t all about cock blocking—but in this case, it needed to be done. There was a part of him that wondered…who was pitching and who was catching?
The client’s son wasn’t a large man, but he was cut—the private gym on the client’s estate was obviously the son’s domain. The information gleaned from their client indicated the son would come willingly. He would likely have some choice words for Anson and Indy, but he wouldn’t put up a fight. His boyfriend, on the other hand, would be the one to watch.
My hooves came down, and I landed on my hands and knees on the ground next to Wenn and Tinn. I collapsed onto my face and chest, rolling to cradle my hands. Both palms were burned, the flesh turned white and black in places, blisters open and weeping, raw flesh exposed underneath. I rolled and heaved, my stomach emptying.
“Chasen!” Londe knelt next to me. “Are you all right?”
I shook my head. “Hurts,” I said through clenched teeth. That was… I couldn’t explain how bad it was.
Not my hands. Not that.
Not being alive and the relief of
Adrift: Part 10 by J. Alan Veerkamp
Yanking on his tie, Sawyer fought with the knot as he opened his front door. What a horrible day which only became progressively worse as it dragged on. Hours would be wasted tomorrow double checking his work to clean out the errors he suspected were left behind. One thing after another went wrong until the end of office hours. He may have been the assistant manager, but the day left him feeling like a new hire with no experience.
He should have known it would all crash and burn when he overslept and didn’t have time for his morning run.
Super Trooper #22 (4.2) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Evan took a few steps then stopped. Had he heard something? He slowly swiveled his head and carefully examined his surroundings. A large copse of oak trees—both live oak and bur oak—lay close to the shoulder of the road. But nothing was stirring there, and the noise wasn’t coming from that direction. Rather it seemed to emanate from the trunk of the parked car.
There it was again. Like someone beating on the trunk from the inside. He could hear muffled cries now, as well. That couldn’t be good. People didn’t accidentally lock themselves in their trunks, at least not in his experience.