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SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

"So cold in here." While worried about being stuck here forever, I spot a pedicel in the center. I walk towards it, and up close, there is a book. Leather and looks worn out. This book is the size of a medical textbook. I know because my mom bought me a textbook about being a nurse for my eighth birthday. She wanted me to be a nurse. Instead of studying, I use the book as a stool or a cushion when I'm too short for high tables. I even used some pages to make a paper machete; my mom was so angry that instead of grounding me, I had to attend her book club meetings and listen to horny women and their book about a man named Pablo. Instead, I would be grounded for a month rather than get nightmar

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

Not like I was reviewing the book. Dang! I feel so embarrassed right now. But, I'm not mad. I promise you. but for now, Let's move to our next book.... WINNING WALKER. Thanks for all you do. But yeah, The Boynextdoor Is over. Like my counter people would say... DONE AND DUSTED.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. The Nearness of You (The Thorntons Book 1) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief

Lucas and Alexander exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement, then both Lucas and Alexander turned to face her, their chests heaving with exertion. They stared at her in silence for a long moment, as if waiting for her to interrupt them again. Finally, Samantha stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Alexander's. "I choose neither of you," she said. "I will not be a prize to be won. I am my person, and I will not be bound by the desires of others." Alexander snarled, his eyes flashing with anger. "You cannot refuse me," he spat. "I am the king." Samantha stood her ground, her chin held high. "I can and I will," she said. "I choose to be free."

I push my hand against the cold tile and force myself up, dragging myself away from him, even though my limbs feel like lead. Distance. I need distance. Because he’s an Alpha. And I’m— I grit my teeth. “You should get out now,” I say, voice low and tight. “I’m in a rut. It’d be better for both of us if you left.” I don’t look at him. I keep my eyes on the cracked tile, trying to hold my face together. Trying to hold me together. “It’s not fun, is it?” I whisper. “Watching another Alpha fall apart.”

Unfortunately, I had already seen through everything. "You want to act out as a runaway, huh? Cameron won't go looking for you, so give up on that idea! When the time comes, and you come crawling back, the Zuckers will never welcome you back ever again! Even if you kneel and cry, it'll be useless!" Betty sneered. I rolled my eyes. Talking to people like this was truly a waste of time. I glanced at the messy surroundings. Even if I took these things with me, they'd be useless, so I might as well leave them behind!

I wandered through the compound until I found myself in the library, as usual. I browsed the shelves for a while before pulling out a thick book about the northern territories. The book was old, the pages yellowed and crinkled with age, but the hand-drawn illustrations were still beautiful. I got comfortable in one of the chairs near a window and began to read. Most of the content was about trade routes and pack histories, but one chapter caught my attention. It described the far northern mountains—the ones beyond the Thornwood, where no one ever set foot.

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.