Sasha Distan

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Officer Blake Alston took the left turn out of town and began to head along the back road, which looped around the outskirts, at a crawl. It was after midnight on a Saturday, the last bar in town had closed, and all was quiet but for the sound of crickets and bullfrogs. His shift was done. The deputy figured he would drive once around the outskirts just to check, and go on home. There wouldn’t be anyone there and the bed wouldn’t be warm, but the big double bed was better than the seat of his ca

Deputy Sheriff Blake Alston is driving around a nothin' town on a Saturday night and sick of going back to an empty house and cold bed. But Axel Carmichael seems to have a talent for being in the right place at the right time. Blake isn't ready to have his heart broken again, but even with the fact that Axel is seven years his junior and in love with someone else, he can't quite get the young man out of his head.

Titling Suggestion. [Your personal title] : [theme song/movie title] - Holiday Story Event 2013 also, are we going to link them all here when they go up?

i eat lunch alone - in my classroom. It's either that or argue with the oestrogen levels of my co-workers. i like eating lunch alone, it makes eating dinner the hubby that much lovelier.

My brother isn't a sociopath, he's just a dick who thinks he's always right and will belittle my life choices every chance he gets. By your reckoning, in order to be a decent human being i should make myself and my husband miserable and continue to forgive him in order to "keep the peace". my parents would agree with you. I spent over 20 years always being the one who had to give in, even though i am a better person than he is. i was the one who always had to kowtow to what he (and thus my parents) wanted. i'm an adult now, i found a new family. if refusing to acknowledge my blood-brother makes me a bad person, then that's another label i'll choose to ignore. no one can judge another's family. you're not there, you don't know. As anyone who may have been adopted or had step-children/parents knows, blood can mean everything. it can also mean nothing at all. blood has nothing to do with how much you love a person, or how much you love them back.

i think many of us wold refute the idea that we are broken purely because we don't like our blood relatives. the only reason we are driven ti support our families is because of the ancient instinctual desire to preserve the line of hereditary and DNA. if you can see past this, there is no reason you should love your siblings more than anyone else, especially if they prove themselves over years to be unworthy of love and affection. the nine months i didn't speak to or see my brother were a good nine months. Also Myi, while i feel your pain, you did choose to move abroad. even if it wasn't your original plan, no one made you pack your bags and threw you on a plane. i hope your christmas is better than your Thanksgiving

I think i might frame this and put it on my wall.

He drew in the beginning, then Rah drew for him ,she was a better artist. Jesse was still way better than i ever was, so... I have his book The God Eaters in physical paperback form. Used to be available on Lulu.com, dunno if it still is. one of my top five books of all time. i like my writing with curlicues and flying buttresses. it works for him.

there will, be it won't be yet...

Cole and I have very similar philosophies when it comes to heartbreak and alcohol consumption.Jared feels plenty bad, but look at it from his perspective, he's had a handful of conversations with the guy, who if history proves anything, will get bored with BSL and wander off... kid hedges his bets, shitty, but realistic.

then for that, i feel proud. feel sorry for us poor sods who fall in love, it damn hurts much of the time.

my brother had changed his plans and if i'm lucky i won't have to see him *yay*. i will still need to spend boxing day with my blood parents, because he pulled out on them, but if i stick with my current plans to go riding and see friends, i'll be the evil child. nothing is ever his fault. I am jealous that others actually get on with their siblings, and oddly pleased that there are others in similar situations as me, though i would never wish this on anyone.

them going fishing was in the plan, it just didn't materialize, you know how my characters get away from me.not sure about Gregg, i do like the kid, but we;ll have to see if he worms his way in or not. there's not much room up there ATM with all the huskies running around. thanks for the lovely review.

cool shit happens on this side of the water too! thanks very much for reading, and reviewing. just goes to show, sometimes when you take a chance on things, it pays off. thanks for the love. SD x

Australian business with the pink bus? Oh, you need to know your films featuring Abba better. Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, starring a very, very sexy young Guy Pierce... oh those abs...

Everyone says you can't pick your family, i usually tell those people to sod off, because i have. Unfortunately, i haven't managed to get rid of my blood family, which is slightly annoying. my older brother is possibly the biggest *insert expletive* anyone has ever met. Racist, bigoted, generally antagonistic, you name it. and i'm me. We've never got on. So with Christmas and the "season for love and togetherness" fast approaching, is anyone else dreading the enforced time they will need to spend with family (but especially siblings), or have they found clever ways to get out of it? Hubby and i are playing the "We're recently marrried and want to spend Christmas by ourselves" as cover to go to his parents house for the second year running. his siblings are all really really cool. damn him.

that was sort of the idea. a place halfway between each of their homes and the place where they found each other. somewhere where they can always be together and perfect and safe

Kitt asked this too, to which i decided that all bears speak "Bear", regardless of their native human language. animals speak in a language made up of subtlety, scent, noises, gestures and body position, so it wouldn't be so much a case of translating things word for word.

thank you very much.

me too. I'm going to miss them.i think that might be one of the highest praises an author can earn. No promises...

you'll never be satisfied my dear. never.thank you hun.

thank you Qanon. thanks for all your reviews and comments

i started! oh look, my deadlines are coming rushing towards me. crap.

a bob tail maybe?thank you darlin'