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Yikes! I commend you for tackling this task. 😆 I'd have run for the hills! I'm giggling though because I'm in smutty categories I didn't expect to be lol
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Part of the problem is how little we understand about the ultimate betrayal of the body when it rebels against itself... —Charles Bronson SOCIAL media loves to bombard us with visuals of positive affirmations and inspirational messages meant to sell us the idea that limitless happiness in the world is up for grabs, available to anyone who wants it simply because they have a meme generated, Pollyanna attitude. None of the heavy shit that comes our way, none of the struggles, none of th
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I'll never stop dreaming that one day we can be a real family, together, all of us laughing and talking, loving and understanding, not looking at the past but only to the future. —LaToya Jackson TARA’S 911, -breakfast needed ASAP because I’m here at Sofia’s house and we’re starving!!!!!- text had come in bright and early at 9 a.m. the morning after we’d gone to the club. Ben and I’d still been wrapped up together under an oversized, lightweight throw blanket on the outdoor couch about
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Ah ok. Hey revisions are always good! We learn as we go along. All of my currently posted stories except for Coloring Outside the Lines are revisions so heavily revised they look almost nothing like the original. We learn and grow!
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I never read the original but if this is a revision. It's excellent! I am all about family dramas. Just within one family you can find dozens of stories to tell.
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Sev Ruby and I walked downstairs from our apartment to the back door of the tattoo studio, which took up the entire main floor. Ava, always thinking into the future, had worked her ass off at the hospital, and gotten a large life insurance policy for herself as soon as she could afford to. The money the insurance company had paid out after her death had put me more than halfway to having enough to buy the small, old building that’d needed a whole lot of TLC, in a decently traveled corner of
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Sometimes life just doesn't fit neatly within the lines. Having grown up in foster care from age 5 to 14, tattoo artist Sevastyanov Diaz knows that well. Fortunately, family can be found when you least expect it to grow beyond tragedy. After he loses his foster sister, Ava Diaz, and is left to raise her daughter with the help of her ex-boyfriend, Aiden Ward, life takes on new twists and turns, including new discoveries about a man Sev thought he knew everything about. But broken crayons still color, and if people are meant to be together, they always find a way.
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Sev NOT today Satan. The unholy being in question was my alarm clock- also known as a sadistic asshole composed of plastic and wires. The glaring red numbers announcing an ungodly early hour on its plastic face, mocking me when my eyes popped open after being abruptly yanked from the arms of what had been a semi-sound sleep, by the wicked pulsing pain that had no respect for the fact that I’d only been hanging with the sandman for about three hours. 5:30 am. Fuck.
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Gabriel Liam Bailey was a mess-a delicious nerd to the ninth degree, with a disturbing affinity for klutzy disaster, Gabriel thought, lips quirking into a grin as he watched Liam head down the hall to the bathroom after Gabriel gave him directions. When Gabriel heard the distant click of the bathroom door lock, he got up to start putting the remaining French toast casserole into equally divided portions in plastic containers for Kora and Harlow. They’d probably finish it tomorrow as soon as
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Liam By the time Liam reached Gabriel’s house on foot because he hadn’t seen the point in driving a distance, he could’ve run to in just a few minutes, the light summer rain that’d started as soon as he’d gotten just down the street from his own place—without an umbrella because the weatherman had gotten the forecast wrong yet again— had let up. It’d left behind an appealingly glossy sheen to the sidewalk that was shiny and almost pretty under the streetlight lamps, but it’d also thwarted B
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Agreed! I'll be adding to my growing list of things to 📚 read.
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Gabriel “You’re not wearing that!” Gabriel winced as dual screeches of soprano level horror threatened both his ears and the beer bottle in his hand—his uncharacteristic attempt to calm the aftermath of his nerves now that Friday was here, and his cell phone hadn’t rung with a cancelation call from Liam. A fact Gabriel was thrilled about in between bouts of nervous tension about getting back into the dating game after being married to the same woman for fifteen years. Despite Harlow a
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Successful, but romantically repressed computer programmer, Liam Bailey would've blown a homeless man for a taste of stale after spending almost a week chasing down his energetic young nephew. Instead, after his gorgeous neighbor Gabriel Morgan, sexy dad of two--who Liam would've sworn under oath and death by fire ants was straight as an arrow--turns up on his doorstep bearing sugary gifts and a few extra surprises. Suddenly "straight" makes about as much sense as a diagonal and Liam needs to decide if he should try a diagonal life, or just keep swimming so he doesn't end up getting in too deep...
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Liam “THE DOOBELL IS RINGING, UNCLE LEE-M!” Pushing his glasses up his nose with one finger, Liam Bailey wiggled the other around in his ear like a fleshy Q-tip, trying to get the hearing back. When his older sister Bonnie had dropped off her son on her way to an out-of-state work conference for the pharmaceutical company she worked for, she’d grinned that perfectly aligned, sharky grin she’d perfected years ago, and assured Liam that Brady would help “liven up” what she deemed Liam’s
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Noah Well shit, shit and shit again. Guilt and horniness weren’t a combination that would win any lottery unless it was unlucky. By the time had Noah reached the Sheriff’s station at 11am, and parked in his officially designated space out front, a headache the size of Alaska had moved into his brain and was squatting at his temples with both middle fingers flipped up to call him a punk. Finding a replacement fuck buddy after he and Luke had br
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I made the list more than once....didn't think I would ever make it even once. Thank you all..my heart is wagging it's tail! ❤️
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It's a Rom Com...nuff said
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Lucas Sylvane, horse rancher and ex-cop, is just trying to survive both his daughter’s wedding, and the meddling interference of his well-meaning friends and family as they try to figure out WHO Luke’s mysterious midnight booty caller from the past few months, is. Loving the closeted town Sherrif, Noah McNally, a man almost 15 years his junior, just because his heart wants what it wants, isn't a recipe for disaster, is it? Where there’s a wedding, there’s always some kind of trouble to follow, because happily ever afters aren't always fairytales, and when you're trying to figure out hearts and hormones, all bets are off.
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Luke “ARE YOU ready to order, sir? Sir?” “Yeah, one sec…” Firmly aware of just how little control he had over his life lately, Luke Sylvane pensively perused the daily coffee selection in the new coffee shop that catered mostly to the recent influx of young hipsters, and the few locals who wanted to put his small town through a new culinary reinvention. Luke however, wasn’t interested in a cultural renaissance. The last thing he needed in his life right now was anoth
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“Holding on is believing that there’s only a past; letting go is knowing that there’s a future.” —Daphne Rose Kingma The lenses of the rose-colored glasses I’d been trying out for the past few weeks, suddenly seemed distorted, colored black and white instead because of decades worth of complicated emotions that have never really fallen into shades of gray. I felt like I’d fallen into the Twilight Zone. At an even six feet, Max looked a mile long as he stood on Sofia’s porch, looki
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Just trust yourself; then you will know how to live. —Johann Wolfgang von Goethe AS TRUE to his word as he always was, Ben had immediately sidled into bed beside me when he’d made it home the night, he’d told me to let myself into his place. The mattress had dipped subtly beneath Ben’s additional weight as he’d pressed up against my body, bracketing it from behind. I’d heard him come in—being a light sleeper had its advantages— so I hadn’t startled when the entire front of Ben’s body h
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"You know that tingly little feeling you get when you really like someone? That’s your common sense leaving your body." BEN and I had made round five, a hands only experience. His glassed-in shower stall had been a tight fit for just me to begin with, and even Ben’s impressive contortionist skills were defeated by the narrow walls. But when he’d promised, ‘later,’ then described in explicit detail where he expected my hands, mouth, and dick to find a new home in that referenced, ‘lat
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Love is a possible strength, in an actual weakness -Thomas Hardy Trying to make a relationship work in the military had always been a series of covert maneuvers-learning schedules and identifying times when Devlin and I could sneak away and not be missed for as long as it took one of us to drill the other into the nearest bathroom wall. There was very little wining and dining, unless we were both safe on leave. Even then, it was usually hamburgers through a drive-thru, and a cheaper mo
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Love finds its voice in the vulnerability of confession when words stumble upon the trembling lips. —Unknown For once, what woke me in the middle of the night wasn’t a nightscape of screaming phantom voices, but the warmth of a mouth that was gently teasing the side of my neck. Soft kisses were pressed into it from just below my right ear, down to the curve where my neck met my shoulder. With the room still dark, it took my brain a minute to shake off the fog of sleep long enough to re
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We can't be afraid of change. You may feel very secure in the pond that you are in, but if you never venture out of it, you will never know that there is such a thing as an ocean, a sea. —JoyBell AFTER the buildup of sexual tension between us at the café, we’d both known that the only place Ben would be taking me back to would be his bed, so it didn’t surprise me when he bypassed the turn that would’ve taken us to Sofia’s. That was fine with me. I’d chosen to cross the line with him to
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