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Good morning The lastest offering, things get heated...
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**Chapter 3: The Ridge Runner** The Harding Farm. Late January, 1885. The barn loft was a cathedral of dust and dry cold, smelling of sweet clover hay and the sharp, metallic tang of gun oil. It was a space that should have been peaceful, a place for barn swallows and drowsing cats. Instead, it had become a sniper’s nest—a command post for a war they hadn't chosen but couldn't avoid. Theo Harding sat cross-legged on a spread of canvas near the hay door, the morning light f
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based on a real roommate of mine... dude would crank it non-stop, I swear the room smelled constantly of ... you know.
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Will's a vibe, everyone's dad.
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I had a Mel in school. HATED her when we first met, by the end of school we were really close. We were the only two that knew what it was really like to live on our own.
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My secret is a pretty big back catalogue of work, combined with a lot of time on my hands.
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Alistair Merrick, the black hole that drained the life out of his children, forged Tarquin into a monster, and sits like a fat spider in a web of corruption and greed. Tarquin was bad, yes, but Tarquin was ultimately a fool. Alistair is a combination of his sons. Tarquin's Charisma, Oliver's business acqumen, and Orel's intelligence. And he is no fool
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The longest night of Andrew's life so far is about to begin. Players set, darkness draws in, and the danger moves in on him.
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Chapter 14: The Feudal Map The Brockville police station parking lot was a sea of cracked asphalt and faded yellow lines, the kind of place where dreams of order went to die slowly under the weight of winter salt and summer heat. Bobby McCormick sat in his black F-150, the engine off, the cab already growing cold despite the weak October sun struggling through the haze. He'd been here for forty-seven minutes. He knew because he'd been watching the clock on the dash tick over, o
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Will thinks he is the master of his domain, controlling the Scarborough townhouse and his HR department with perfect precision. Meanwhile, his ex-boyfriend and his teenage ward are literally running a black-market exchange of his wardrobe right under his nose, and he has absolutely no idea. It reinforces his obliviousness to the messy emotional realities happening in his own home.
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One thing you don't do, piss off Merrick-to-the-Ville
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So true though. I remember a guy I was dating, great guy, checked all the boxes. Sweet, kind, and sexy... but one kiss and I knew. Shame, but it is what it is.
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Make him blonde and you've probably got Peter on your hand. I've seen him act in a few things, and he has a really great range. And an ability to make what others think of as soft, steel.
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This one has 11 chapters, it's not short, just bigger chapters.
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She ends up marrying Matt, and they have a sprog of their own in Weston.
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Jack is not having anyone burn HIS barn. Dumbasses, a few strategically placed hoof prints in asses will sort them out.
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Get your gun, and bring in the cat.
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Announcing the sequel: DEED Now running daily:
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This book is very much Bobby Grady and Timmy McCormick's story, thus why they get the header photo. Also: jack would like to remind you all who the real star is.
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Welcome to 1885 yeehaw
