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“Cyrus seemed to be thinking as he sighed, “Hakim, in a way, I think Lionel follows Lester around because niggas are scared of him. The same way niggas are scared of you. Think about it, Hakim? The only time Lionel goes around Les is when you’re gone!” Whoa! Was Cyrus making a valid point? Yes, Les had a bag, cars, girls, respect, and people feared him because he wasn’t afraid of anything, but he was nothing like... Damn it all! Cyrus was right. “Lionel started hanging around Les when I started doing my shit and leaving all the time,” I realized, holding my jaw.”

HumorConsciousnessDangerFriendsAfrican AmericansFamily RelationshipsExplicitAdult FictionPolyamorous
Book:King of Clubs
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“Sitting down on the stairs, Cheyenne watched Behr through the slats in the railing. She liked what she saw. Covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, muscles swollen from what was clearly a grueling workout, Behr’s toned physique was a serious distraction from her worries, making her content to just sit and watch. Each thump of his fist into the bag resonated in her bones. Each kick of his leg thundered in her ears. Every move seemed to be in time with the harsh sounds of the music pumping through the room, until he was a frenzy of movement. It was frighteningly beautiful. Standing, Cheyenne called out to him. “Behr? Are you hungry?” She was feeling a little peckish herself, and she needed something to keep her hands busy. Between a combination of brutal punches, knee jabs and the music, Behr didn’t hear a word she said. So she decided to go to him. Winding her way through equipment and stepping over the discarded sweaty T-shirt, Cheyenne approached him. Waiting for the right moment to interrupt, she tapped him on the shoulder during a brief pause. Big mistake. Huge.”

RomanceMythologyAdult FictionParanormal Series
Book:A Warrior's Betrayal
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“She was prepared for him to shut her down, when Behr shrugged a shoulder and said, “Yeah, sounds good. I think it’s a good idea for you to get out of the house. But,” he said, stepping back into the kitchen and leveling her with a hard look, “only if I tag along.” “What? Why?” Cheyenne questioned, not understanding the need for chaperones. “Because it’s safer that way,” he reasoned. “I have a couple things to take care of first, so it will probably be a day or two. I expect you to wait for me, though, Cheyenne,” he said, his brilliant blue eyes holding her in place. “It’s safer that way.” She was preparing to argue when she realized that she wasn’t altogether sure she wanted to venture out on her own yet anyway. It might be a shock to her system after locking herself away for so long. For laughs, she decided to give him a hard time anyway. “But…” she started. He cut her off with an upraised hand. “No buts,” he said sternly. “It’s not safe and you know it, and besides, that’s what you have two strapping young men like us for.” He clapped a grinning Dehstroy on the back. Cheyenne threw her head back and laughed. “You, young? Ha!” “What?” Behr said, acting offended. “I’m young.” “Prove it,” Cheyenne challenged. “Show me your birth certificate.” When he pursed his lips, she laughed some more. “What’s wrong? Didn’t they make birth certificates yet when you were born? No?” She looked between the men, taking in their sheepish expressions. “Well, then. I’ll leave you two to work on clearing that schedule.” Waving, Cheyenne left the kitchen and headed upstairs to her room to lie down.”

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Book:A Warrior's Betrayal
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“The tide, you see, is a fickle thing: stealing in, sliding away, always, always turning. She comes when you're not looking, a silent, liquid thief, only to rush away again, retreating from the shore like a coward. She gives sometimes too, though in fleeting, unexpected moments, yielding up her treasures and her dead--but never, ever her secrets.”

RomanceMysterySecretsNorth CarolinaAdult FictionBarbara DavisThe Wishing TideStarry PointSuspense Outer Banks
Author:Barbara Davis
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“At that moment there opened a golden room holding all that had been and ever would be, every scene in the multiverse, every outcome, all fixed as in amber and ever awaiting choice. Their corporal selves but pale remnants on the recliners, Karger and Myla stood in this room of gold, eyeing each other. Possibilities lay before them, unending. Karger reached out his hand.”

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Book:What Awaits?
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“You're very different from the man I pictured you to be." I smirk at her, amused. What, so she didn't think I'd be a fucker with a drinking problem who is obviously very much into casual sex and reckless driving on a classic bike? I arch an eyebrow at her and run a hand along my square jaw. "I hope you find me sexier.”

RomanceContemporaryContemporary RomanceContemporary FictionSexy RomanceAdult FictionHot RomanceStandalone
Book:We Shouldn't And Yet...
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“Rare contact creates a stir. Gossip spreads. Tensions build. Denying Pissec, miserable Obelmäker and repressed Baumauer are all seething-jealous – openly or reservedly – within the hour. The pay rise promise is working a treat. Brichacek’s licking the tip of a pencil with her sticky pink tongue. “Stop flirting,” he tells her, but he looks at her breasts and thinks, The girls with the bruises in the sex films are just dead dolls, but this pretty toy is alive.”

HumorDarkComedyHumourContemporaryPsychologicalPoisonShort StoryTwistedSubversiveAdult FictionOrwellOffice PoliticsOffice WorkerAnti UtopiaBad ManagerQuick ReadCarla KruegerShort Book
Book:From the Horse’s Mouth
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“Maxwell D. Kalist is a receiving teller at a city bank, Orwell and Finch, where he runs an efficient department of twenty two clerks and twelve junior clerks. He carries a leather-bound vade mecum everywhere with him – a handbook of the most widely contravened banking rules. He works humourlessly (on the surface of it) in a private, perfectly square office on the third floor of a restored grain exchange midway along the Eastern flank of Květniv’s busy, modern central plaza. Behind his oblong slate desk and black leather swivel chair is an intimidating, three-storey wall made almost entirely of bevelled, glare-reducing grey glass in art-deco style; one hundred and thirty six rectangles of gleam stacked together in a dangerously heavy collage.”

HumorDarkComedyHumourContemporaryPsychologicalPoisonShort StoryTwistedSubversiveAdult FictionOrwellOffice PoliticsOffice WorkerAnti UtopiaBad ManagerQuick ReadCarla KruegerShort Book
Book:From the Horse’s Mouth
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“Each day of the week, Kalist indulges himself in a different, secret ritual. On Mondays, he wears cologne. On Tuesdays, he eats meat for lunch. On Wednesdays, he places a bet after work. On Thursdays, he smokes one cigarette (but claims he’s not a smoker). On Fridays, he treats himself to his favourite pastime: horse practice – he grew up with horses and likes to try and emulate their distinctive whinnies, snorts, neighs, snuffles, sighs, grunts, fluttering nostrils, the occasional aggressive outburst and the especially beautiful nicker of a mare to her foal. And, on Saturdays, lest we forget, Maxwell D. Kalist drinks wine from a chalice.”

HumorDarkComedyHumourContemporaryPsychologicalPoisonShort StoryTwistedSubversiveAdult FictionOrwellOffice PoliticsOffice WorkerAnti UtopiaBad ManagerQuick ReadCarla KruegerShort Book
Book:From the Horse’s Mouth
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