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If he was coming after me, then he would have to break down two locked doors. I flipped on the shower and waited for the water to heat, trying to process what had just happened. Every woman's erotic fantasy had just come to life. I shrugged. Well, maybe not the wolf part. But walking out to the living room with a gorgeous naked man lying on the futon was... unreal. The stuff made of fantasy... or paranormal romance novels. Pushing the thought from my mind, I stripped down and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water calm me down, since I appeared to be on an adrenalin high.

He shifted from one foot to the other as if expecting something. “What is it Nick?” Clara asked, not meeting his eyes. “Um… uh… Aiden is poisoned,” he informed and her eyes snapped to meet his eyes. Nicholas cringed under the weight of her gaze and for the first time I saw his eyes averting to the floor as if exposing his neck to her. Sudden flashes of scenes similar to this surfaced in my mind. I’ve seen a few servants doing the same to Gabriel.

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Lionidis left he room to go check on the transportation of the captives in the vans and make sure all the staff were out of the saferoom and accounted for. *** Once Nova had her cup of tea and we were squished into the two-seater sofa, side by side, she was getting sidetracked and rather than discussing the books she was nuzzling into my neck and whispering suggestive comments. “Did the encounter with the books make you horny or something?” I whispered “I don’t know.” She said with a slow, dirty smile. Spreading over her luscious lips. “I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline or something but it’s like there is this extra energy under my skin and I want to expend it in a very specific way”

"Maybe. Possibly. I'm an overthinker - it's simultaneously my greatest strength and most annoying flaw." Despite everything, Claire laughed. "That's possibly the most convoluted plan I've ever heard." "I contain multitudes of neuroses." She leaned her head on his shoulder, exhausted but feeling less alone. "We're quite a pair. The neurotic overthinker and the girl who throws coffee on people." "Perfect match." They sat in comfortable silence, hands linked, both processing the chaos that would inevitably come with morning. The article would spread. Social media would explode. More headlines would follow.

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start

I don't think that it can get any worse than that. But I am suffering from the worst case of writer's block, and I need a new story. The loud hum coming from the outdated laptop upsets me. It takes more than six minutes to load anything on this piece of scrap. But my blind excitement for my first book made it seem worth it. I was wrong. I wanted this book to stand out. In my mind, it was a groundbreaking novel that will start a new genre. It involves two people from two different religions falling in love. Instead, it came out as this lame, generic nonsense.

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"Why don't you shower? I'll get you some ice for that shoulder. His arms fell away. He closed the door behind him as he walked out. I suddenly felt cold. It was nice having him that close. I don't think I actually enjoyed anything more in my life. I mean, I enjoyed things. I enjoyed my practice fighting, shooting, cookies, and other things like that, but this... this feel was addictive. I peeled off the rest of my clothes and climbed in the shower. As I scrubbed, I noted my numerous bruises and fresh scratches. That was common. But my mind again landed on the mysterious spiral. It felt... strange, like it had always been there. With that thought, it shimmered white. I blinked. Did I really j