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Zod returned moments ago with food and drinks from the enchanted market, but as soon as he stepped inside and caught the thick scent of Sandra’s heat laced in the air, every instinct in his body flared like a spark catching dry kindling. He locked the door behind him, enchanted it with blood magic, and sealed every window. No one else would come near her. No other male would even catch her scent. Because if they did, she wouldn’t survive what followed. Sandra sat slumped on the edge of the bed, her body trembling with need and pain, her eyes glassy and wild. Her blonde hair clung to her skin, damp with sweat, and her voice…when she spoke…was a broken whisper.

Eu sempre quis saber qual era a sensação que Sander tinha toda vez que via a alma de alguém. E senti isso naquele momento, em meio a tanta dor, ao ver aqueles brutos sugarem-lhe a vida precocemente. A minha vida e a vida de Sander não se cruzaram por acaso. Estávamos agora os dois na floresta, numa bela manhã de primavera, ouvia-se os pássaros a cantar, Sander chegou perto de mim, estava tão lindo, tomou-me pela mão e levou-me com ele pela floresta até que fomos sugados pela claridade e, de repente, estávamos num lugar com muitas portas, entramos em todas e em cada uma delas havia uma versão de mim e de Sander em tempos e espaços diferentes. Eramos só nós, os dois, infinitamente. Sander entã

But the harder I tried to stay present, the more my mind betrayed me. I looked down at her, expecting to see Cyndrel’s flushed face, but the image flickered. In the dim light, the woman beneath me transformed. It wasn’t my wife. It was Sandra again—her face from earlier. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. Suddenly, the memories I had tried to bury came rushing back in vivid, haunting detail. My body remembered what my mind was trying to bury. I closed my eyes, and suddenly I wasn’t in my bedroom anymore. I was back with Sandra, the air thick and heavy with the scent of her skin.

Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs 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 quotations in a book review. Published 2020. First edition published 2016 under the title Let It Snow. Second edition published 2017 as Adore Me Ardently (A Heron’s Landing Christmas Novella). Third edition 2020.

Next to him sat a blonde of medium height, slim, with blue eyes who, compared to the dark haired one, looked kind of inconspicuous. - Tell me it's a dream...- Sarah stammered. - They're so damn sexy.- Jennifer spoke up, staring at them. Selene didn't say anything, just looked at the brunet. Suddenly she saw his face as he turned towards their table - he looked as the guy from the nightmare! Selene immediately turned to her friends, and her terrified expression surprised Sarah, who for a moment looked back from the boys.

Night complained like a ten year old. “ stop complaining! Grace let’s go” Sandra grabbed my hand before getting up “ where are you going?” Night asked Sandra turned “ to have girly talk! Stay out of it” She pointed her fingers and narrowed her eyes at him to which Night threw his hands in the air admitting defeat Looks like she and night has hit it off. Sandra dragged me to I don’t know where as this place is till new to me. once we were at a remote place I was pushed against a hard surface and pinned there

Months passed by and the uproar began to die down. Sandra got a job at a small company to keep herself busy. The money she got as alimony from Steph was enough to last her a lifetime. Sandra had decided to stay away from social media for a while. Her life was normal. Things were moving steady. Until Fergus Rodriguez, came into her life and exposed her to a world she never knew existed. One she had always wanted and craved. It all started that Saturday evening when she had crashed at a coffee shop to have her favorite coffee with the purpose to cool off her stress from work and rid herself of the unpleasant feelings she was having these days.

Not like this, at least! I hated them for spinning lies around me, for stealing my name and my work. If I had a chance at life again, I would never let them get away with it. I would make them pay. Suddenly, a beam of light broke through. I realized the restraints binding me had been undone. I closed my eyes, letting the sunlight wash over me, that faint warmth giving me a thread of comfort. When I opened them again, a familiar face filled my vision. His eyes widened, and I could see a red tint gradually climbing into them. "Why are you here, Cassidy?"

", Fiona said, as she sat on her bed. Sandra saw the enkindled fire of love in Fiona's eyes, she hissed as she could not even fathom how Khalids' reaction would be, when he finds out someone like Fiona is head over heels for him. It would be so outrageous for Fiona, he would be so mad at her. Sandra wished he could have the same feelings for Fiona. ******* Sandra's case was a different one altogether, at least Fiona's case is better than hers. Sandra's parents basically sold her out, when they could not even manage to eat once a day, they had sold her out to the brothel house under MAMA. That was the first time Sandra ever knew that there was actually a brothel in Noir Lounge and Club.

She alone remained there, My little swallow, And I'm here in this foreign land. I miss her day and night. Sorrow, sorrow for that girl, For green Forterein; Sorrow, sorrow, heart is crying, I will see her no more. Wine, wine, give me wine! And when I die bury me In green Forterein, By my dear girl. By my dear family. The crowd cheered, more and more of them came. “We want that new one!” the crowd reacted even more. “One…two…three…” Aster counted until the song started: