Wednesday Briefs: March 30, 2022

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.

Rose and Thorne 6 #17 (4.3) by Julie Lynn Hayes

Benny’s suite contained two bedrooms, which was pretty standard for the Hamilton Arms, as we’d learned during our previous sojourn at the hotel. I was just glad we weren’t staying in the same suites as before—me with Troy and Ethan with she-who-shall-not-be-named. In fact, I was grateful we weren’t even on the same floor as that would have brought up rather unwelcome memories as well.

We ordered dinner from room service. I had to admit the steaks there were pretty good. Plus food seemed to just taste better on the government dime. Maybe that’s

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The Garret Farm: Part 27 by J Ray Lamb

While Trent and Sandy headed towards Flat River for their first real date, Jason and Murphy continued their wild primal fornication by the pond. Murphy had heard the Trent’s truck arrive and leave but Jason was too lost in his thoughts and his hormones to have registered it.

Jason didn’t last long as he’d been pent-up for the last week and was generally starved of any action outside of his own hand, so getting ahold of Murphy took care of several needs at once. Murphy didn’t really care that Trent had seen what was happening but knew Jason would

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Ancalagon: Chapter Eighty-four by Cia Nordwell
 

“He’s an assistant model. He can carry luggage in this form and travel a variety of terrain, or he can compact down and then work as a mech doing menial tasks like recording, errands, and act as a remote terminal when a comm isn’t good enough.” Ases walked over to the mech, and the guards tensed, but luckily for them they didn’t try to grab me again.  

Tapping a sequence on the side, Ases reset the mode. The mech whirred and then compacted down. The central barrel slid downward, and the treads clanked as they folded in on each other
 
 

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