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Mike hurt many people in his past. With no other way to make things right, he sets off on a journey to apologize to those he has damaged the most. When he reaches the end of his list and his cash in Denver, he decides to stick around and attempt a new start.<br />
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Seb isn't sure he can trust Mike but offers to help the guy out with some projects in his new apartment. They try to deny the chemistry but it's too strong to ignore. Seb wants to find someone who can be his physical match so he can never make the mistake he made with Kyle.<br />
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Mike just wants to be found.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I barely have time to inhale my
sandwich before Seb’s black Xterra comes barreling up the driveway. He must've
been hauling ass to get here so quickly. I unwrap the plastic from the big
peanut butter cookie I bought and break off a piece just to keep my hands busy
while I wait for him to enter the barn. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The dogs bark at his arrival, but I
ignore them. They have plenty of water, so I have some time before I need to
take them out individually.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hey, this place is pretty cool,” Seb
says as he steps inside and checks out Shane’s setup.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yeah. Shane did a really good job,” I
say, nodding and looking around with pride. I’ve only been here twenty-four
hours, but I already feel like I’m making my mark. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yeah, he did. So which one is yours?”
He points to the pens with a completely straight face. I try to look insulted,
but I can't hold it before I grin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mine’s upstairs.” I nod to the open
door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“After you,” he says, gesturing for me
to climb the steps first. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I'm about three steps ahead of him
before he takes his first step on the staircase, which means his eye level is
right at my ass. <i>Good thing I'm wearing
clean jeans</i>, I think self-consciously. I just wish they fit a little better.
I’ve lost some weight since the last time I went shopping, so everything fits
looser than I'd like.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When we step inside the apartment, I
turn and point to the sink. “It's right—” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh, you shouldn't have.” Seb breaks
off a piece of my cookie and pops it in his mouth. “Mmm, but I'm glad you did.
Peanut butter is my favorite.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My mouth is gaping. I don't even know
what to say. He winks and walks toward the sink. The bucket I’ve set out is
almost full but not quite. He lifts up a small toolbox and starts digging
through it. “Give me five minutes and I'll have this taken care of.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I stare wordlessly and sit at the
little dinette. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">After a few minutes of just staring, I
feel a little guilty. “Can I help or get you anything?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Nope.” Seb has taken the top of the
faucet completely off and has little pieces everywhere, but it seems like he
knows what he's doing. Within a few minutes, it's all back together without any
extra pieces. Pretty impressive, actually. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“That should do it.” He turns the
water on and then turns it all the way off. No drip. He turns it on halfway and
then off. Still no drip. He does this a few more times before I realize he's
actually playing the song <i>Staying Alive</i>
with the water flow. I have to laugh. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Do I need to get the bucket again?
You’re wasting water.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He finally turns off the water and
chuckles. “What’s your deal with buckets? What are you gonna do with that?
Flush the toilet or something?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I give him a serious look. “Yeah, I
plan to. I'm from Arizona. We have droughts. You don't just waste water like
that.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Arizona?” He leans back against the
counter and crosses his ankles. “What does a guy like you do out in Arizona?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Get into trouble,” I say half joking,
half not. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“So I’ve heard,” he says quietly then
turns to pack up his tools. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It takes me a minute to realize I
should offer to pay him. I have some cash, but I spent most of it on groceries
and some work gloves like Shane's, which I didn't want to put on his business
account. So I don't have much, but maybe he didn't come here for cash. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I bite my lip and wander to the couch,
pacing in front of it for a minute and trying to decide what I should do. I've
never had to sell my ass before. I don't plan to start now, especially since I
have a real job and an actual home, but if Seb came here with the expectation
that something was gonna happen…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Fuck! I don't know what to do. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Okay, well, I'm just about done here.
Is there anything else you need help with while I’ve got my tools?” Seb walks
over to me with his box in his hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“No… Not that I can think of.” I take
a look around the room. “It's actually in pretty good shape.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Okay, then.” He seems to be stalling.
What is he stalling for? Is he waiting for me to make a move? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I have to at least offer him something.
Whether or not he accepts is up to him. “So what do I owe you?” I ask, nervous
he's going to ask for more than I can give. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">His eyes go wide and he shakes his
head. “Nothing at all. I'm happy to help.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh, so do you want to stay for a little
while?” I ask. “I don't have much, but I picked up some sodas and chips.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He smiles and takes a step toward the
door. “Thanks, but I should probably get going. I’ve got to work tonight.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Right, of course.” Then I do what I
always do—the wrong thing. I reach for his shoulder to stop him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hey, Seb, if you wanted something
else, like, as payment, I guess I would be open to that.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Seb squints at me with his nose
scrunched up. Then his eyes go wide. “Are you seriously offering up a blow job
or something?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I avert my gaze, focusing on my hand
instead of his eyes. “Well… I guess, if that's what you want.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He pulls his shoulder out from beneath
my hand. “No, I was just trying to be nice, kid. That's definitely not what I
want. You take care of yourself.” He turns and takes the stairs two at a time
until he's out of the barn. I hear his car door slam and tires spinning on the
gravel as he drives away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m not sure if I offended him or just
disgusted him. Either way, I basically just told him I’m a whore. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Blake’s life seems to be one of perfection. A medical student and ranking tennis champion, he never has the time to realize what’s missing in his life. A chance encounter at a charity auction sends his life into a tailspin. Now with his sights set on a new love, can he be the person everyone expects him to be and still keep the man of his dreams? </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Being the friend everyone loves to hang out with is great. But being the one always going home alone isn’t as much fun for Ricky. So when his luck seems to change, Ricky can’t believe he catches the eye of a gorgeous young guy. But as his insecurities mount, Ricky’s inability to love himself may cost him the one man who’s grown to love him for who he really is. </span></div>
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My mom couldn’t have been more ecstatic that I donated funds
on her firm’s behalf. “Oh, honey. That’s great. I’m ashamed to say that we’ve
been lax on donating to LGBT organizations lately... Something I will have to
remedy. But thanks to you, we’re off to a great start.”</div>
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I didn’t bother telling her I used it to buy a date.
Although my parents both put on a good show in support of gay rights, having a
gay son isn’t something they care to talk about. When I came out, they promptly
told me they accepted my ‘choices,’ but pushed me back in the closet. If I was
discreet, they didn’t care. However, I was always expected to show up to their
galas with a young lady in tow. Thank god I have a few lesbian friends I can
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“You should, Mom. LGBT organizations don’t get enough
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“We will, honey. I’ll get with Francis first thing in the
morning and we’ll get right on it. How’s school? Your father and I are a bit
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And here we go. “School’s good, Mom. I’m sorry I’m not
coming in for the break, but I want to get caught up on studying. My clinical
class is taking up a lot of time I used to have. Being at the hospital,
classes, and studying is like having two full-time jobs.”</div>
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“Okay, okay. I know, honey. We just miss you. Will you be
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“Well, I do hope you’ll try. Maybe you can even bring that
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“My mom. She wanted me home for the break, but I can only
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I perk up at the topic of conversation. “Isn’t he cute?” I
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“I know, I know. I gave you grief.” I think back to all the
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Kyan Christopher was born and raised in Louisiana. A southern boy who loves the city, he is a romantic at heart. Never thinking he would become an author, a fan fiction piece he wrote inspired a series that launched his desire to weave tales of passion and romance. Kyan is supported by his loving husband and best friend of sixteen years. They live in the South with their three four-legged kids.</span></div>
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80% M/M, 20% M/F
For brothers Brent and Tad, opening up their gym, Sculpt, is a dream come true. Struggling to gain recognition in the fitness world, they enlist the help of a well-known advertising agency to help market their full service fitness center. When Brent meets his new account manager, he feels an automatic attraction to Luke. However, another employee in the gym has his eyes set on Brent and will stop at nothing to keep the boss to himself.
Tad is married to his high school sweetheart. With a wife and two adorable children, his life couldn’t get any better. Then his happily ever after is cut short by a tragic accident. Tad gives up on love, expecting to never be happy again, until one of his employees puts her life on the line to protect his business.
The Promises Series is an M/M and M/F romantic collaboration by authors Aria Grace and Kyan Christopher. </span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“No.” He laughs quietly. “Actually, I don't. I'm done talking about it. Thinking about it. I just need to get away from it for a little while. Tell me about yourself. How's work on our campaign coming?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Actually,” I say, getting a little excited myself, “it's going really well. I have some mock-ups for you guys to approve for the ad I want to run. And we have two tentative dates in mind for the cross promotion with Tangled down the street.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Really? The pretzel place? That's awesome,” he says, smiling for the first time that I've seen since his sister-in-law's death. “I can't wait to check it out. I know the timing really sucks and I'm sorry about that. Obviously, we had no idea Tad and I would both be so disconnected from work for a little while when we hired your agency.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“No. No, not at all,” I say, waving my hands in front of me. “You hired me to take care of this stuff for you. So really, whether you are working or on vacation, this stuff will happen. The campaigns will run, business will boom, and all will be great.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Brent laughs at the simplicity of my words. “From your lips to…well, you know.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“So what else is going on with you? Do you live alone? Have a dog? Play sports?” Brent is clearly grasping at topics of conversation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Yes. No. Not really,” I say. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Yes, I live alone. I've got an apartment nearby. No, I don't have a dog or any pets. I like dogs, and maybe someday, but my apartment is too small for a big dog, and I wouldn't want a little yapping thing. And what was the last question?” Now I can’t remember what he asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Oh, right. Not really. I used to play hockey when—” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Ice through high school. Street in college.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Yeah. Some friends and I play pickup now and then, but it's actually been a while. I’m not great at it but I have fun. Once the weather clears up, they might drag me out there again.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“What about you?” I ask, twisting the straw wrapper into a tight rope to keep my fingers busy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Brent shrugs. “Not much anymore either. I used to play softball with some buddies, and baseball when I was younger, but since we opened the gym, I mostly just work out there.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Yeah, I can tell,” I say under my breath before I catch myself. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Well,” I choke out, “it's obvious you and your brother both spend a lot of time testing out the equipment in your gym.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Brent squints a little as he seems to study me. “Is there anybody special in your life?” he asks, cutting right to the chase. “Maybe a girlfriend waiting for a ring?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Now he’s playing with me. He knows damn well there’s no girlfriend, unless he has the worst gaydar known to man. “Nope, no girlfriend. Not since fourth grade.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I look right at him. “Nah, nobody serious at the moment. What about you?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Brent shakes his head without breaking his stare. “No, my life's too crazy for a boyfriend.” He winks. “But I definitely like friends who are boys.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She turns around and looks at me over her black-rimmed frames. Her gaze takes on a quizzical look. “Ugh. How is it again that you’re gay? Because you seem to be very much the straight man when it comes to body odor.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Geez, Claire.” I laugh as the corners of her mouth tilt upward. “Sorry to disappoint your stereotyped expectations for straight and gay men.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“That and the tits and the…” The door chime sounds, cutting her off. “Hi, welcome to Sculpt. Can I help you?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The body begins to turn, so I lean back into the stream of water, not wanting to be caught peeping. I chance a look again and my eyes grow wide. The guy’s hand is moving up and down. Damn, he’s jacking off too. Tingling sensations cover my body as I watch this hunk across from me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The man’s left hand braces above his head on the shower wall. Fuck. I wish I could see his face and chest, but he hasn’t leaned over far enough for me to see more than his hands. My hand strokes faster as I hear the guy let out a small moan. As I watch his hand clench against the wall, he groans and I know he’s reached his climax. The excitement from glimpses of him pleasuring himself sends me over the edge as well. I lean back into the flow of water, letting it coat me as the trembling sensations within me subside.</span></div>
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When I'm Weak<br />Mile High Romance #2</h3>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">The sound of male voices drew
her attention to the park next door. She couldn’t understand what they were
saying, but they sounded friendly enough. Hmm… Her new power name, <i>her curse</i>, was designed with one purpose
in mind, so to activate it—she needed a dirty-minded boy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">Channie tossed her blanket
back in her room then scampered down the fake, but convenient, rocks on the
front of the house. She followed the crushed gravel path that led from her
front yard into Heritage Park.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">The three-quarter moon peeked
out from behind a cloud and revealed two masculine silhouettes. The boys were
inside the pavilion, sitting on top of a picnic table. One of them was smoking
a cigarette. When Channie stepped out of the shadows, he elbowed the other boy.
They both stopped talking and stared at her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">She froze, unsure of how to
proceed without Enchantment’s natural charm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">A prickly sensation, like
cockleburs, ran under Channie’s skin. She didn’t need magic to read the boy’s
energy fields—curiosity mixed with a fair amount of lust—nothing unusual about
that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">Channie had assumed that her
new power name would repel boys, or make them repulsive to her. Instead,
Chastity’s magic was attracted to their lustful energy and grew stronger as it
fed off their carnal desires. Momma and Daddy must have messed up the spell
when they changed her name. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">Channie coughed and fanned the
air, frowning at Cigarette Boy. He tossed the nasty thing onto the ground and
snuffed it out with the toe of his canvas shoe. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">The skinny, non-smoking boy
leaned forward and smiled at her. “I haven’t seen you around here before. Are
you new?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">Channie licked her dry lips
and nodded. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t shy. Or was she? She didn’t
know who she was without Enchantment’s magic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">Cigarette Boy ran his gaze up
and down her body. The level of lust in the air doubled and flowed into
Chastity’s power-well, awakening its potential. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">He smirked at her. “What’s the
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">Channie started to take a step
back, but didn’t want him to think she was easily intimidated. She straightened
her spine and held her ground. “I can talk just fine. When I have something to
say.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">Cigarette Boy elbowed his
friend in the ribs. “Dude, did you hear that accent?” He hugged his chest,
copying Channie, and pitched his voice up high to mock her. “Aw kin tawk juz
fiiiine whin ah have sumthin’ to say.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 120%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-font-kerning: .5pt;">“Jeeze, Eric. You’re such an
ass.” The skinny boy shoved Eric’s shoulder then looked at Channie and smiled.
“I apologize for this idiot. He has no social skills whatsoever. That’s why we
only let him out at night.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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But thanks.” Channie pulled a small amount of Chastity’s power to the surface
and tried to send the obnoxious Eric away using persuasive magic instead of an
actual spell. Nothing happened. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Authors Charlotte Abel and Kristina Renee got together in a google hangout to answer some questions and chat about their books. Check it out.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">After waiting for...ever, it's finally here. The sequel to River's Recruit is now available! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">To thank her loyal followers for their patience and encouragement, Charlotte Abel is making it available for the first twenty-four hours for just $.99. On June 21st, the price will go up so grab it while it's a bargain.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Jonathan closed Ephraim’s journal then put it in the fireproof safe in the basement. He rubbed his eyes. He had no trouble seeing the tiny words, thanks to his enhanced vision, but it didn’t help him decipher Ephraim's nearly illegible handwriting. It was pretty to look at but a bitch to read. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Thanks to Dad’s genealogy addiction, he was used to reading that type of stylized writing. He’d already studied the book with a magnifying glass and was able to tell Jonathan what he needed to know. He knew not to eat or drink anything in wolf form—unless he wanted to be a wolf for the rest of his life. He also knew he needed to be careful about how much time he spent as a wolf and that he needed to stay in charge. He’d figured that part out on his own the night he merged.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">There was a lot of stuff about shifter history and lore, but that could wait. It was fascinating, but Jonathan needed to focus on the things that would keep him alive and human. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">He hadn’t shifted again since merging, and didn’t want to, but apparently he didn’t have a choice when the moon was full.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">He locked the basement door, double checked the plywood sheets he'd nailed over the windows then stripped and removed his prosthesis. He wrapped a towel around his waist then FaceTimed Dad. “Okay, I’m ready.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">“I wish I could help you.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">“You are helping me.” Jonathan didn’t know how out of control things might get so there was no way he was endangering Dad by letting him stay in the basement with him. “Promise me you won’t try to come down here.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">“I can’t even get out of bed without help.” Dad’s bitter tone surprised Jonathan. It was the first time he’d heard him complain about anything to do with his illness.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">“There’s nothing you can do down here that you can’t do over the phone. The sound of your voice will help me remember who I am.” Jonathan hoped it would be enough. According to Ephraim's journal, he should be surrounded by older, more experienced shifters. He hoped River was with Reuben. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">The thought of her ignited a radiant heat deep inside his chest. Ever since he’d merged, he felt her presence. It was a blessing and a curse. Their connection was real and tangible and he was grateful to have it. But the need to find her ate at him like an addiction. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Electricity charged the air. Jonathan’s hair stood up on end. He didn’t want to short out his phone, so he propped it up on a box then scooted over until his entire body was in view of the camera. “Can you see me okay?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Dad nodded. “Plain as day.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">“Can you reach your water?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">“I’m fine, son. How are you feeling?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">“Itchy.” Jonathan scratched his chest. His bones ached, but he wasn’t going to complain about pain to Dad. "I feel like bugs are crawling all over me."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">“Don’t fight it. Embrace the change. Let your wolf help, but stay in control.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Tremors racked Jonathan’s body as fever consumed him. His connection to River intensified exponentially. She must have shifted. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Yes! Run. Find mates!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Jonathan felt as if someone had embedded a giant fish hook in his heart and was trying to reel him in. Beads of sweat popped out across his forehead and upper lip. He gritted his teeth to keep from screaming.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">“Jonathan? What’s wrong?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Dad carried enough guilt about delaying Jonathan's search for River. He wasn't going to add more weight to that burden by confessing how much it hurt to fight against their bond. “The fever’s started.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">“It’ll break as soon as you shift.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Jonathan’s body convulsed then exploded in a blinding flash of pain. But it happened so fast, and disappeared so quickly, he wasn’t sure if the pain was real or imagined. He scrambled to his feet and howled.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Escape. Run.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">There was nowhere to run.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Jonathan trotted around the perimeter of the basement, knowing it was futile. He scratched at every board covering every window, but was thwarted by his own prior diligence. A corner piece of plywood splintered under his front paw. He wedged his muzzle into the triangular opening and bit off another chunk. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">“Jonathan? What are you doing? I can’t see you.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Dad’s worried voice pricked Jonathan’s conscience, but his wolf refused to acknowledge it. He was hellbent on escape. He could almost feel the wind in his fur and the damp gravel under his paws as he ran along a river bank. The sharp tangy scent of pine layered over the sweetness of meadow grass called to him. He knew that he’d find River there. He intensified his efforts, digging and biting at the wood. Splinters pierced his gums and paws, but he barely noticed.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">“Jonathan, please, I can hear you tearing something apart but I can’t see you. You’re not on camera.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Jonathan tried to regain control of his wolf when he heard Dad’s plea, but the beast was too strong. Too determined to escape and find his mate. He knew he wouldn’t be able to shift back until after the moon set, but he tried anyway.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">That got his wolf’s attention. He trotted over to the box where Jonathan had set up his phone and hiked his leg.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">“No! Jonath—” The screen flickered then went black, silencing the distracting voice.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">A feeling of pride and ownership flowed through the wolf. He sniffed his mark then moved to the next box and claimed it, too. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">He marked each wall, establishing his territory. Mine. Mine. Mine. He sniffed the pile of clothes his man had discarded and marked that, too. Mine.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">He scratched the floor with his hind legs three times then trotted to the window and got back to work. He would find his mate and bring her here to his new den. They would stay until the man upstairs died then go home.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Jonathan was glad that his wolf at least acknowledged his existence, but he was not happy. I can't believe you pissed on my clothes!</span></div>
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I'm so excited to reveal the cover for River's Remorse, Book 2 of The Sanctuary Series by Charlotte Abel. I'm still hopeful to have a release date for you by May 1st. But, for now, here is the cover. We hope you like it!<br /></div>
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<i>Jonathan closed Ephraim’s journal then put it in the fireproof safe in the basement. He rubbed his eyes. He had no trouble seeing the tiny words, thanks to his enhanced vision, but it didn’t help him decipher Ephraim's nearly illegible handwriting. It was pretty to look at but a bitch to read.<br />Thanks to Dad’s genealogy addiction, he was used to reading that type of stylized writing. He’d already studied the book with a magnifying glass, and was able to tell Jonathan what he needed to know. He knew not to eat or drink anything in wolf form—unless he wanted to be a wolf for the rest of his life. He also knew he needed to be careful about how much time he spent as a wolf and that he needed to stay in charge. He’d figured that part out on his own the night he merged.<br />There was a lot of stuff about shifter history and lore, but that could wait. It was fascinating, but Jonathan needed to focus on the things that would keep him alive and human.<br />He hadn’t shifted again since merging, and didn’t want to, but apparently he didn’t have a choice when the moon was full.<br />He locked the basement door, double checked the plywood sheets he'd nailed over the windows then stripped and removed his prothesis. He wrapped a towel around his waist then FaceTimed Dad. “Okay, I’m ready.”</i></blockquote>
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