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“My dearest Evie, For tonight, I offer you a treasure no diamond can match: Eternal devotion, drawn from the deepest heart of the Bayou. They say love that dies violently can never be extinguished, only imprisoned. Eleven ancient specters rise from forgotten graves, and when the Eleven rise, know that their eternal commitment is now bound to you. They are the proof of my unending love. Yours, always and forever, Your Devoted Admirer.”

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Book:The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights
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“It was scary, yes," she conceded, the initial chill of the fear finally dissolving. “But standing here now, knowing the effort, the planning, the sheer theatrical devotion involved... it was also, dare I say it, magnificent, in a way. I’m honestly, truly flattered. You gave me the Halloween of my dreams, even if it nearly sent me to the ER… or a psych ward.”

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Book:The Thirteen Days of Bayou Frights
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“And then someone asks if Callum is as skilled in the bedroom as he is in the kitchen. That's when my blood turns to magma. I slam my hand on top of the metal countertop. "Listen the hell up!" My shout silences every last one of the vloggers. The high schooler looks on with a shocked expression and mutters, "Yes, ma'am." "My personal life isn't up for discussion. I'm also not interested in name-dropping any of you in a commercial when you've been harassing me and my customers every day since the festival. I'm here to cook and serve food, and you goddamn piranhas are crowding around my truck, making it impossible for my mother and me to serve our customers. Either get the hell out of the way so my customers can order, or else." There's silence, followed by soft mutters. A scrawny, white guy in the back of the crowd tucks his phone into his pocket and crosses his arms, stubborn written across his frown. "Or else what?" Leaning my head back, I puff out all the hot air pent up in my body. He's the pissant who asked about Callum's bedroom performance. I swipe a bottle of lemon-lime soda from the counter and give it a dozen of the most violent shakes I can manage. I stomp out of the truck and up to the offending vlogger. Even when I'm standing two inches from him, he has the audacity to smirk. But when I twist off the cap, a stream of soda smashes him square in the face. My frustration dissipates with each violent burst of carbonated liquid.”

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