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Wednesday Briefs: October 19, 2016

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Thrall: Part 3 by Ravon Silvius

I may have survived the hunter, but I knew my new life wouldn’t last long. Once the others had talked to me, weeks into my turning, about a servant who had taken blood from a human from the village to the east without master’s permission. He had been the oldest, according to the female among us, and had finally lost his mind completely. It happened to all of us, eventually, turning into animals.

            Master had killed him. It was fitting, I supposed. He would kill me too, if I didn’t obey.

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Wednesday Briefs: October 12, 2016

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Pretty Boy 8 by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

“I-“ Josh began. He didn’t know what to say. Had he missed him? Words wouldn’t come to him. His hands curled into fists in his pockets. He stared at Anthony’s eyes. They sparkled like diamonds beneath the porch light.

“Yes?” Anthony prompted.

“Hi-Hi, Anthony,” Josh managed to choke out.

Anthony smirked, but had the good grace not to comment on his nervousness or his lack of response. He stood aside and beckoned Josh to enter with a sweep of his hand. Swallowing hard, Josh walked inside. The sound of the door clicking shut behind him made the hair on his neck stand. What had he been thinking?

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Wednesday Briefs: October 5, 2016

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Demon: Chapter Thirty Four by Nephy Hart

 When I recognize the Starbloom, I throw myself at Castien and knock it from his hands, but I am too late. The pod bursts, showering him with stardust. A few spores land on my arm and instantly burns. Castien steps back, rubbing his eyes, and hell breaks loose around us. I’m barely aware of the shouts, as I concentrate on Castien. If the spores have gone into his eyes, he will be blind. Ignoring the pain in my arm, I tear his hands away from his face.

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Wednesday Briefs: September 14, 2016

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Moving Forward #52 (13.1) by Julie Lynn Hayes

They took a brief nap, sleeping just long enough to feel refreshed before the mile hike back with the others. It had been an idyllic afternoon, and everyone was in good spirits and looking forward to the evening.

When they entered their cabin, Marshall and Lee found an envelope waiting for them from the ship’s first officer, who had slipped it beneath the door.

“We’re not in trouble, are we?” Marshall frowned as Lee slit the envelope,

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Wednesday Briefs: September 7, 2016

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Mine: Chapter Seventeen by Cia Nordwell
  “You don’t remember?” I asked cautiously. “No, no, don’t sit up.” I gently push on his shoulders.
 “What am I supposed to remember?” Kraig asked as he looked around. “Wait, how did I get back here? I fell asleep at my parents’ house.” Kraig frowned and worked his jaw. He reached up and pressed against the bruise. “Ow. What’s going on?”
 
“I brought you back here. You were unconscious because I knocked you out.” Just saying the words was hard enough. The look on Kraig’s face as he stared at me in shock was even worse. “I’m sorry, but I
 

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Wednesday Briefs: August 24, 2016

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Pretty Boy 5 by Elyzabeth M VaLey

“Make it go away,” Jay whispered against his lips. “Make it stop.” He pressed his mouth against Josh’s one more time. “I need this desperate ache to end.”

Josh avoided the other man’s gaze. “I can’t do anything, Jay.” He sighed. “The only way it will stop is if we’re together.”

“Then tonight, my place.” Jay placed a finger under his chin and gently lifted Josh’s head. “Eight o’clock.”

“But Jay—“

“I won’t take no for an answer, Josh. I’ll see you tonight.”

Jay’s blue eyes bore into his, demanding he accept the invitation.

“All right,” Josh said.

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Wednesday Briefs: August 10, 2016

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Mine: Chapter Thirteen by Cia Nordwell

The front door opened behind me. I’d been so focused on Ritch, assessing the danger he posed to the streak and my mate, that I didn’t even hear Kraig moving around in the house. He was pale, his expression stricken. He had to have heard Ritch. I half-turned, refusing to turn my back on Ritch even with Deke at his back.

Kraig clutched the door like it was holding him up. “I know. I know what happened to Danny.”

Pain and fear spread through the air, the acrid odors coming from Kraig. I rushed up the stairs to him, needing

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Wednesday Briefs: June 29, 2016

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Stormlords Part 32 by Ravon Silvius

Rowen dug his feet into the sand that mingled with the grass and bracken of the forest. He wanted to look at the ocean he would never have even dreamed of before coming to the island, but all he could think about was how the setting sun reminded him of home.

              His home that wouldn’t be saved. His parents, Lucas, even the people who had sacrificed him.

             He had learned enough to know what sacrifice really meant now. They had delayed saving his village, and his people had died. His parents had died. The storm lords had to make sacrifices.

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Wednesday Briefs: May 18, 2016

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Thirteen Black Cats: Chapter 2 by Louise Lyons

“Ash. Hey.”

I opened my eyes and squinted at a bright white ceiling. Nothing that clean could be a hotel room. I shifted my gaze to the left, where a bag of fluid dangled from a pole, a tube snaking down to the inside of my elbow. Fuck.

Slowly, I glanced the other way, seeking the source of the voice. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

“Cat got your tongue?” The words were teasing, but his brows furrowed with concern above melting chocolate eyes.

I licked my lips and tried again. “Billy.”

“How do you feel?”

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Wednesday Briefs: April 6, 2016

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The Stormlords part 27 by Ravon Silvius

The ocean was huge.

The water lapped at Rowen’s toes, pricks of cold that multiplied and rushed up his legs as the water burbled up the sandy beach. The sand reminded him of his village after a windstorm, where sand from the south would blow up into the village and nearly bury the brush. The women would always complain as they swept it from the streets.

The only thing that swept this sand was the sea, ebbing and flowing. It reflected the morning sun, a riot of color and an alternation of cold and warmth. It reminded him of Kristoff.

Kristoff, who today would discover what the villagers believed he had done.

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