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Aww, thanks Timothy! I'm glad you liked it. I really felt this story needed to show their acceptance of being a threesome, which really did need some lovin as well as their roles in their day to day life, too. I plan to put all 4 of these stories together as a novella to eBook. That will likely require some editing to mesh them into one story, and I might expand it. That's a 'New Year' project, though.

Aww, proposing in handcuffs, how memorable! LOL Great little addition to your series, Valkyrie. I thought Elliot was a little naive, though. Maybe that's just me being mean.

As I haven't read your other story, I was impressed by this as it stands alone. Often authors make it hard to know what is going on for readers if they don't know past connections characters have, but I didn't have any trouble with your story this way. I really enjoyed the happy ending, too. Randy was put through a lot in life, and he managed to survive--and even take some of his misfortune and turn it around to help others.

That's a sweet story, Bill, and one with a great message. I've seen local news reports about that sort of thing happening with the layaway, which is very cool. My kids and I try to do local events that provide holiday cheer such as caroling or cards to senior centers, or making doggie biscuits for the humane society, participating in the local holiday food drives, as well as donating a toy to a local toy drive for kids whose families cannot provide them with gifts as they struggle to pay living expenses. You never know when something as simple as a holiday greeting might brighten a day and renew someone's faith in others.

I love post-apocalyptic fiction, and you came up with a realistic storyline that definitely dovetails into current world politics. Your characters skill sets all meshed very well to make a phenomenal survival team, but it would make sense those few who'd survive would include many who are very handy in various walks of life--like a soldier/hunter, doctor, and mechanic. The story employed a lot of telling, though, as you laid out the scenes. I felt very little connection to the action because it was like reading a diary instead of living the scenes as the characters experienced events in the storyline. Post-apoc is often gritty and harrowing to read because of the scary events, deprivation, potential for conflict and fighting, etc... Your major sensory element was the smell of the bodies, but you don't give any visuals, and I'm sure many people would've died in public or in their cars. What about animals preying on bodies? Troubles driving because of gridlock on roads? We also missed out on the emotions of your characters. The biggest thing that stands out to me is the surprise at the end as Jesse kisses them. Where's the shock at the end of the world? Do neither of your main characters have family or friends to worry about? Disbelief? Anger? What about when they were confronted by the three men and Aitor gets shot? Lars wasn't afraid? Angry? Relieved he only had a minor injury? I really liked the plot line, and agree with SolarMaxx, a follow up would be good. Jesse's POV would be really interesting, since he has the most growth as a character in this story. I'd like to see what's going on in his mind!

That's just messed up!!!!

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Miah, Moshe, and Lisco have a chance at happiness--but only if they can make a relationship between them work. Two alien shifters from a planet far from Earth, and one man who just wants to help heal his planet--can they trust the feelings growing between them?

“So we just dump this out on the ground?” I could barely span the rectangle of scratchy grass. Moshe held two of them by the cords tying them into the rough shape, easily hefting one in each hand. “Well, you need to break the twine and break off flakes of the hay, spreading it out in a long line. That way the cattle can come eat all at the same time. And you might not want to take too long about it. They’re coming.” “They’re coming?” I squeaked. Those things were a lot bigger than I’d thought

“Really? A corrupt government hiding their people away to preserve their own power. Machines left unfixed—not because they are broken, but because it took away a chance for them to line their own pockets.” “It makes sense, Will. You know how the nobles are.” Teddy was curled up in a chair by the fire. Anna had left us, after she shared all her revelations about how the city leaders had shut off Schvesla’s machine on purpose, so they could force the people to buy their machines and coal to power

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I know, right? But there are so many directions the story could go and come from. Who are 'they'? Who are the aliens? Why were they experimenting on him? Who sent his rescuers? How did they find him? What would happen to him after he finally leaves the small room that has been his prison for years? *shakes head* In 300 words, a whole new world to explore was created--but I just don't think I have the time to write it, so it's left up to the reader's imagination. LOL. Thanks so much for the review, ColumbusGuy!

Thanks so much, Gene! The contest said 300 words, so I was stuck here, but I did have fun envisioning the story and where it could go. Thanks for the review.

LOL. Thank you, LitLover. You know, I rarely write anything where I don't get told 'I want to read more!'. Sometimes I do come back. Married to the Enemy was a 2k short that I extended to 11-12. Not a novel, but hey, sometimes it happens. Thanks for reading!

The wall burst open. I trembled, retreating to my corner. “Hey.” I huddled into a ball. Men! Where did they come from? Earth was so far away. “We found another, Zeke.” One crouched down, creeping closer. Another man came in, and I cringed. They were too close. “What’s his file say?” The new one looked at the square device my captors always carried. “Species deprivation for asexual reprogramming.” “Sadistic bastards. How long?” “Seven years, Captain.” The men cursed and stared. I wanted t

I'm a sequential author. I may get ideas for an end part of a scene or story, but I always write 'to' it, rather than just write it. If you like to write scenes as they come to you, though, you should check into programs like Scrivener. I know a lot of authors who write stories by scene rather than by start to finish, and this helps them keep track of everything and place it all in a seamless whole from start to finish once they're done. Most people who've tried it really seem to like it.

LOL! Probably not!

Whoops, missed your review in my travels last Wednesday! Will is definitely becoming more likable. Thanks so much reading--and wishing Teddy well, lol.

Thanks, Ron. It wasn't a length restriction, but time. I had about 6 weeks, start to finish, with editing. And this was a side project I did with the MM Romance group's Don't Read in the Closet called Love's Landscape. They do one each year for posting in the summer. Add in I had pneumonia and the Dreamspinner author workshop weekend and I lost a lot of writing time. I agree, the world and the story can use a lot more. I do have a sequel planned--I just have to finish other projects first. Either way, thanks so much for reading, Ron, and I'm glad you enjoyed the story for the most part.

He was rather unlikable to start with, right? LOL A case of the main character going from someone you dislike to someone who can capture you and make you like them anyway. Hopefully you'll continue to feel that way about him. Thanks for the review again, Ron!

Thank you, Ron! Creating tension is vital with dramatic scenes, but too much and it feels unreal and too little and the scene falls flat. I'm so glad this caught the balance for you, and I really appreciate that you took the time to come here and post that for me, especially since you're reading it off GA!

Every sound made me tense as I picked my way across the flat landscape. There were bushes and low trees, but they made poor cover. As far as I could tell, I was alone in the long meadow before the edge of the city broke up the wild landscape, but I had only the light of the moon to guide me. The sounds of my ragged breath as I pushed my sore body to keep going were loud in my ears. I’d never been truly alone like this. As much as I tried to grit my teeth and ignore it, the solitude wore on me l

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