tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88288669107875947212024-02-06T18:26:18.369-08:00Stormy's RantingsStormy Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379572069642983394noreply@blogger.comBlogger700125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828866910787594721.post-2197860017172920202021-06-18T01:13:00.000-07:002021-06-18T01:13:26.681-07:00CHARITY ANTHOLOGY <p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 0.25in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75"
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<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 0.25in; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="background: white; color: #333333; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">All proceeds will be
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devastated their family in December, 2020.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 0.25in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN" style="background: white; color: #333333; line-height: 107%;">Make sure you enter the </span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/d889c42a4/?"><span style="background: white; color: #1155cc; line-height: 107%;">RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY</span></a></span><span lang="EN" style="background: white; color: #333333; line-height: 107%;"> for your chance to win big!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 14.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 14.0pt; margin: 14pt 0in; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Suddenly Forever<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: georgia;">From bad boys to the lone rancher, it’s never
a dull moment living the single life. That is until you find yourself suddenly
married. From love at first sight, friends to lovers, or perfect strangers making
a deal, they all end the same with two little words, “I Do.”</span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Never underestimate the power of love and
passion as they explode off the pages and leave everyone longing for more. Join
ten amazing authors as they take you on an adventure where just for now becomes
suddenly forever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Featuring stories from: Ava Campbell, Hazel
Gower, Debra St James, E.H. Demeter, Gemma Arlington, Jenna Lynn, Katherine
Moore, Kenna Shaw Reed, Marina Hanna and Taylor Green!</span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #1d2129; line-height: 107%;">►</span><span lang="EN"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B096ZDH6BW/"><span style="color: #1155cc; line-height: 107%;">AMAZON</span></a></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #1d2129; line-height: 107%;">◄</span><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 14.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 14.0pt; margin: 14pt 0in; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Fate’s Call<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="background: white; line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 11pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">When fate calls, will you answer?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="background: white; line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 11pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Fate’s Call brings you fourteen brand new short stories of
paranormal romance and urban fantasy in this collection of spell-bounding books
featuring Shifters, Vampires, Mermaids, Witches and magical objects.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="background: white; line-height: 107%; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Answer
fate’s call and delve into this amazing collection of short stories featuring
tormented heroes, badass heroines and troublesome clothing, written by some of
your favorite bestselling authors.</span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="background: white; line-height: 107%; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">FEATURING
STORIES BY: Ava Campbell, April Zyon, Alyson Burr, Aria Peyton, Britt DeLaney,
Chasity Nicole, Flora McGowan, Layla Piper, Maia Dylan, Rose Wulf, Sarah Marsh,
Stephanie Barr, and Zelda Knight.</span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #1d2129; line-height: 107%;">►</span><span lang="EN"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B096ZCJ5TS"><span style="color: #1155cc; line-height: 107%;">AMAZON</span></a></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #1d2129; line-height: 107%;">◄</span><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="background: white; line-height: 107%; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 14.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 14.0pt; margin: 14pt 0in; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Fate’s Call: Manlove Edition<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: georgia;">When fate calls, will you answer?</span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Fate’s Call brings you six brand new short
stories of paranormal romance and urban fantasy in this collection of
spell-bounding books featuring Shifters, Vampires, Demons and Witches.</span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Answer fate’s call and delve into this amazing
collection of short stories featuring tormented heroes, badass mates and troublesome
family members, written by some of your favorite bestselling authors.</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: georgia;">FEATURING STORIES BY: Aja Foxx, Ciena Foxx,
Dani Gray, Jess Buffett, Meg Bawden, and Misha Paige.</span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="line-height: 107%; margin-bottom: 8pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #1d2129; line-height: 107%;">►</span><span lang="EN"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B097DYZF4S/"><span style="color: #1155cc; line-height: 107%;">AMAZON</span></a></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #1d2129; line-height: 107%;">◄<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Reader’s choice by ebook by Debra St
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<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Signed Paperback by Britt DeLaney<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Reader’s choice of ebook by Debra St
James and Meg Bawden<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">5th Prize<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
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<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Name a character with Flora McGowan<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">6th Prize<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
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<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">7th Prize<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Romantic Necklace from Etsy by
Katherine Moore<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">8th Prize<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Reader’s choice of ebook by Taylor
Green, and Dani Gray<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">AN INTERVIEW
WITH AVA CAMPBELL<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">•<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">The theme of the anthology is based on your
inspirational love story. Can you tell us how you meet your husband?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What was your meet-cute?</b></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">My
husband was stationed at Quantico Virginia at the time (He was in the Marine
Corp), and my dad was stationed at DC (Coast Guard), I was working at the bank
during the day but volunteered at the fire department at night and weekends as
an EMT while working on getting my paramedic certification.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And he was only a Lance Corporal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Anyway,
I was beyond tired and didn’t feel like going home to cook, so I decided to
just stop into Burger King and grab something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I hated eating in my car, so I went in with my book to eat and just
enjoy my quiet time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was only about
ten minutes after I sat down, and he walked in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Sure, I noticed him… but didn’t say anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It wasn’t until he got his food that he
walked over and asked if he could sit down and eat with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From there we talked, and something just
clicked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It was as if I had known him my whole life, that I didn’t feel awkward or weird around
him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plus, he made me laugh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We exchanged phone numbers and the rest is
history.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, and we met and married in
11 days!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Crazy as it sounds, we’ve been
together almost 19 years now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="normal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">•Writing romance, how much is
inspired by your own love story?</span></span></b></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">What’s
funny is that I didn’t get into writing love stories from my story, but from a
friend who dared me to write a better story than the one she and I had
read.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I did. And shockingly it was
accepted by a publishing house and I grew to love it. I had found my passion
and calling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="normal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">•Last Christmas, can you take us
through those first days?</span></span></b></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">No one
ever expects to get a phone call- but I did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was home with the boys as I planned on just relaxing while the boys
watched a movie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I got a call
from an odd number who asked me if I was Jordan’s mom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He then informed me there was a car accident
and my husband was being airlifted and they were trying to get my daughter out
of the car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My heart stopped and I
remember not being able to breathe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What
does one do when that happens?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They both
went out to finish Christmas shopping… for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My husband took our daughter so they could spend time together, but to
make sure he didn’t, in his words, mess up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The
bystander stated that they were really bad, and I needed to get to the hospital
immediately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, it is an hour
away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Doing my best, I told the older
boys to watch the little ones and a small amount of what is going on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wasn’t able to give any information because
I just didn’t have any.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">When I
got to the hospital, my daughter was getting ready to be moved to another
hospital as she was a pediatric trauma, and the hospital they were taken to
only did adults.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Meanwhile, the doctors
came in to tell me, from what they could see, that she had several breaks and
would need surgery; however, my husband had internal bleeding and broken bones
as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">When I
finally got to see him, he wasn’t completely with it and kept asking about
Jordan. I remember trying to explain quickly what was going on and asked what I
should do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this point he was bad, but
so was she, and I felt pulled in two. Needing to be with him, but also needing
to go to another hospital for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When
the time came, I recall kissing him and telling him to stay strong and make it
through, though parts of me knew there was a big chance it would be the last
time I would see him alive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was
always a packed we had… follow the kids, no matter what, they come first.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I left him, my heartbreaking in a way I
never knew it could, but staying strong for Jordan as she was already fading in
and out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">We
arrived at the hospital and things happen so fast, and an hour later I found
myself running with the team of doctors and nurses to the OR so they could try
and save her leg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">FIVE
hours later they were done and we got the full extent of what she was dealing
with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Broken Femur, compound fracture of
the ankle (right leg). Dislocated toes (left leg). Broken ulna (left arm)
broken pelvic ring with broken tail bone and a brain bleed in her frontal
lobe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not to mention the facial burns
and cuts and bruises.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There really
wasn’t a place on her tiny body that want affected.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I
received a call midway from my husband’s doctors stating he had made it through
surgery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had a lacerated spleen,
broken tail bone, shattered hip joint socket, broken right knee, broken left
side clavicle, cracked ribs, and his whole right arm was shattered and that
they had to put more hardware in him to get it to look like an arm again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had a small brain bleed, but more swelling
due to impact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">With
all those things, I am beyond blessed they are alive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The car was a mess, and I was fielding phone
calls, prayers, and doctors telling me what was happening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To be honest, most of it is blurry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John had two massive surgeries before he went
to rehab to learn to be able to stand and move to his wheelchair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jordan had six surgeries herself before her
time to rehab, before luck took a turn and they realized the compound fractured
bone was dying. The foot had to be removed, so she became a below-the-knee
amputee at the age of 15.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="normal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">•And I understand you have other
children?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How did you all support each
other?</span></span></b></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It’s
funny how many people say tragedy can either make or break a family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In my case, my kids have always been close,
but I could never have expected them to stick together and become men.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I have
four other boys- 17, 14, 9, and 5 years old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When the accident happened my eldest was kind of a mess, and the younger
ones didn’t know what had happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
didn’t understand why I was gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Since
it was only 3 days before Christmas Day, my parents took them to their house
but found it just wasn’t something everyone could be comfortable with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, my oldest called me and told me he was
taking the boys home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, for over two
months, he cooked, cleaned, and made sure they got to school and had homework
done- all the while doing his high school classes and boy scouts once a
week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The
four of them stuck together and bonded, though they knew they were missing me,
their dad, and their sister- they found the strength to stay together and make
me proud of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cannot say how much
I am blown away by how they grew up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="normal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">•It seems the romance author
community has really banded together to support you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How did the anthology happen?</span></span></b></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Two of
my best friends- sisters really, knew what happened when I messaged them the
night it all happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew they felt
as helpless as I felt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It wasn’t until a
few days later when we finally had an outline of the damages of what happened
to my family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was not just a few
weeks, but long-term recovery and possibly a lifetime (and at that time she
still had her foot).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They reached out with
an idea on how the author world could help us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Just a post by two people and it blew up and soon over fifty authors,
editors, cover artists, and PR’s were wanting to help in some way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It all happened so fast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jess Buffett and April Zyon started with just
an idea, and with the help of our dear friend Tracie Runge, it bloomed to be
something so beyond that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each author
who took the time to write and work on this is truly inspiring, and it is the
most amazing gift.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One that I will be
forever grateful for!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="normal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">•There are a lot of anthologies out
there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What makes this one special?</span></span></b></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">This is
a hard one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All stories are special and
should be admired by the work that went into them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From editing to formatting, and the exquisite
covers, and the time authors take to write the story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, to answer the question this is
special to me as it was started by two women who are my heart sisters, my very
best friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have known each other
for years and love and cry together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When this accident happened, they were there with me, keeping me calm
when I felt like I was falling apart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This is a work of heart and love, and I hope others feel that when they
read it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="normal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">•What difference would raising
$10,000 or even $100 do for you, your family and medical expenses?</span></span></b></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Honestly,
I can’t even begin to properly explain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Prosthetics are not always covered completely with insurance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plus, my daughter can use this to make her
life a little easier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My husband is also
a 7th grade math teacher, and currently, he is unable to walk more than a few
steps. His right arm has severe nerve damage and will need surgery again to
repair it so he may be able to use it once more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Along with that, the expense of driving to
physical theory an hour one way, twice a week for one person, and once a week
in the opposite direction, then doctors’ checkups which are an hour and a half
away. Gas money is always needed. It’s not just the huge initial medical costs
that hit, it’s the little things.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Even
something as simple as being able to spoil Jordan once in a while with her
favorite Starbucks drink (Green tea peach lemonade with sweetener) would make
an impact on her mental health. Something just as tenuous as the physical
injuries.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="normal"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">From
the bottom of my heart, I’d just like to thank everyone involved. Through my
darkest time, I have been reminded of the goodness in the world. So thank you!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="normal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>Stormy Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379572069642983394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828866910787594721.post-68963338709645629622021-04-11T00:28:00.004-07:002021-04-11T00:28:34.276-07:00FINISHED & SUBMITTED - Hot Shot and His Doc<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-N3ShWam0CCG7c3PpMRSfZMxwOQ9pIsj4BxQtHeYcj7_zwM1uzK56qTMFyo2UE5HHeQXMEx8vgwNJ9G60xnjpJTso4smO8vuu74i1OSiwxo_tL7jLtWmGfjhlNH-9EvqF9VwwzPhSP4/s2048/DavidSkip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-N3ShWam0CCG7c3PpMRSfZMxwOQ9pIsj4BxQtHeYcj7_zwM1uzK56qTMFyo2UE5HHeQXMEx8vgwNJ9G60xnjpJTso4smO8vuu74i1OSiwxo_tL7jLtWmGfjhlNH-9EvqF9VwwzPhSP4/s320/DavidSkip.jpg" /></a></div><b>HOT SHOT AND HIS DOC</b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Hot Mess: Friends & Family 4</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">coming May 2021</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">David<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I
was a member of the city's elite SWAT Team One. I ran into danger without
hesitation. I faced bad guys, busted drug dealers, and rescued hostages. I was
good at my job. I was not good at relationships. I'd been burned before, both
as a man and as a police officer. The last thing I wanted to do was get
involved with someone. So, why couldn't I stop thinking about the sexy doctor?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Skip<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I'd
always been drawn to Officer David Wu, but the man wouldn't give me the time of
day, until one night he did, but his offer came with conditions. No strings
attached. I agreed because I couldn't deny my need to experience one night of
passion in his arms. When I woke alone the next morning, I realized he had
meant every word. So, why can't I stop thinking about the handsome SWAT
officer?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Keeping
our distance from each other seems futile when someone comes after us. Between
threats, car explosions, and a growing list of people out to get us, sticking
together might be the only thing keeping us alive.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b>EXCERPT </b></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">David<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"So,
what seems to be the problem today?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Hey,
Doc."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Dr.
Seamore Jones glanced up from his clipboard. "David? What are you doing in
here?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I held
up my arm so Skip could see the knife slash in my side. "Druggie bombed
out of his skull took a swipe at me. I didn't jump out of the way fast
enough."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Skip
set the clipboard down on the counter and then went to the sink to wash his
hands. He dried them really well and then pulled out a pair of plastic gloves
before walking over to the side of the exam table.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Can
you lift your arm over your head?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I did
as the doctor suggested then sucked in a breath when Skip started probing the
wound.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Skip
glanced up. "My hands too cold?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Yeah."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Let's
go with that.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">It had
nothing to do with the fact that the man I'd been mooning over for the last
couple of years was touching me. There was no way in hell I'd ever admit it. I
didn't really do relationships, and Skip had commitment written all over him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Sorry
about that. I'd blow on them, but then I'd have to wash them again and change
my gloves."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I
chuckled. "Yeah."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I tried
not to react when Skip started touching my side again.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Well,"
Skip said after a few moments, "I think we can get away with just a couple
of stitches." <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I let
out a relieved breath when Skip stepped back. "Just a couple? Felt like
that knife went a lot deeper."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"It's
the location I suspect. You use those muscles pretty much every time you
inhale. With them moving constantly, it's going to cause it to hurt every time
you breathe. My suggestion is not to—"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Breath?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Skip
snorted. "Not to get stabbed."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Yeah,
I'll get right on that."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Skip
chuckled as he shook his head. "Okay, I'm going to go get a tray ready. A
nurse will be in a few minutes to numb you up."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I
tilted my head. "Isn't that kind of like being stabbed?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"It
is, but if you piss Jean off, he'll make sure you need surgery and not just
stitches." <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">That
sounded lovely.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Not.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Got
it."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Skip
chuckled again. "I'll be back soon."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"I'm
not going anywhere." Specifically because my commander on the SWAT unit I
served on, Lieutenant Salvador Delvecchio, threatened to suspend me if I didn't
come in and get stitches.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He was
right. I did need stitches. I had just been hoping that either Skip wouldn't be
on duty or one of the other doctors would get my case. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">That
hadn't worked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I did
my very best to avoid Skip as much as possible, which wasn't that easy. My
commander's husband was a mess and was always getting into one scrape of
another. Lany had Skip on speed dial. Everyone who knew him did. It was safer
that way.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He was
a good guy from everything I learned about him over the last couple of years,
and it was a lot. I was always listening to any tidbit I could get about the
handsome doctor, which was really kind of stupid on my part since I never
planned to do anything about my crush on him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Getting
romantically involved with someone just wasn't something I was willing to do.
I'd been horribly burned once before and I refused to be betrayed like that
again. That meant a lot of backroom hookups, but it was better than having my
heart broken again.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I
glanced up when the door opened and then smiled at the nurse coming in.
"You must be Jean."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The
nurse gave me a confused look. "I am."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Skip
told me you were coming in to numb me up."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Skip?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Oh,
Dr. Jones."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"You
know the doctor well?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"I've
known him a couple of years. My boss's husband has him on speed dial."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The guy
squinted at me. "You mean Lany Delvecchio?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I
laughed. "I see you've heard of him."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Everyone
in the emergency room has heard of him."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I was
not surprised.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"His
husband must have nerves of steel."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Yeah,
pretty much," I replied. "It's why he makes such a good SWAT commander."
Going to work every day was child's play compared to all the messes Lany got
into. It was like going on vacation every day from nine to five.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Dr.
Jones said you're going to need a couple of stitches."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Yeah."
I lifted my arm and showed the nurse the gash in my side. "I forgot to
duck when a druggie took a swipe at me."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Jean
walked over and washed his hands, dried them, and then pulled on a new set of
gloves. "Well, the doctor will have you stitched up and out of here in no
time."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"That
would be great. I still have a report to file on the stabbing."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I hated
paperwork.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Jean
took the syringe he'd brought in with him and leaned toward me. I winced and
stiffened when he stuck the needle in my side. I didn't care who you were. That
shit hurt.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"A
druggie with a knife you said?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Yep.
Fucker was stoned out of his gourd." It had taken three of us in full
tactical gear to take him down, but I wasn't going to share that bit of
information. That was job intel, and not for public knowledge. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Well,
Dr. Jones should be able to get you all fixed up and you can go get your
paperwork done, and then I'd suggest you take it easy for the rest of the
night."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">That
was the plan.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I
wouldn't say the longer I was around Skip, the more I wanted him because I
wanted him all the time. But the more time I was around him, the more my inner
wanton lust seemed to make more sense and my resistance to the handsome doctor
weakened. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I did
not need the headache that came with getting involved with someone like Skip. I
had enough things on my plate right now. Anything happening between the two of
us would only lead to heartache, for me and for him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Best
just to avoid it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Spoons Inc. 4)</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Andrew<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Over the last few months, I had
watched each of my bosses fall and love and start families of their own,
something I wanted more than I wanted air. With one bad marriage behind me, I
was terrified to try again until Dalton texted the wrong number and gave me the
courage to reach for what I wanted. Now, if I could save him from a madman, I
might have the chance at the happy ever after I'd been dreaming about.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Dalton<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">One wrong number and my life was changed
forever. Andrew came into my life and opened my eyes to the possibility that
there was more out there than dancing on a stage. I wasn't ashamed of the fact
that I was an exotic dancer. I worked hard, I wasn't breaking any laws, and I
made decent money. It was just too bad someone else wanted to make money off of
me and didn't ask me first. If I can't escape, the life I'd started to dream
about was going to disappear, just like me.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/millionaire-voir-dire-mm">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/millionaire-voir-dire-mm</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Story
Excerpt<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Damn it, Madeline, I said
no." I thrust my hand through my sandy blond hair, ruffling the ends until
they stood on end. "I already sent you your alimony check for this month.
I am not sending another one."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I shouldn't have had to send a check in
the first place. Madeline has been the one to betray our marriage vows, not me.
But one sympathetic judge who bought her crocodile tears and I was stuck
sending my ex-wife a fifteen-thousand dollar check every thirty days for the
next eighteen months.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"I don't need much, Andrew.
Twenty-thousand should do it. I know you have it."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Of course, I fucking had it. I worked
for three billionaires who paid their employees very well. That didn't mean I
was going to send my ex-wife one more red cent than I had to.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"I've already sent you your alimony
check this month, Madeline," I explained again. The woman seriously needed
to learn to live within her means. "If you've spent that—"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Oh, it's not that at all, darling.
A bunch of us are headed down to Aruba for the weekend and I need a few things
for the trip."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Maybe you should ask Darren. You
remember him, don't you? The guy you were fucking in our bed while we were
married? If you don't, I'd be happy to send you the pictures my private
investigator took of the two of you. They are very...enlightening."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Too bad I hadn't gotten those pictures
until after the divorce decree had been signed and filed with the courts. I
doubted we'd be having this conversation if I had. They were very graphic—and
extremely kinky—pictures. I never would have pictured my ex-wife being into
bondage.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Really, Andrew." Madeline
huffed. "It's just twenty-thousand dollars. It's not like you need the
money. You make that up in just a few hours working for your bosses."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"That's not the point,
Madeline."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"How about fifteen thousand
then?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Madeline—"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"I need to get my hair done,
Andrew, and I need to pick up a few things for my trip. I wouldn't ask if it
wasn't important."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I shook my head in disbelief. What I and
Madeline considered important were two vastly different things. I wished I'd
seen the money-grubbing side of my ex-wife before I married her. Maybe I
wouldn't be in this mess.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Madeline, I am not sending you any
additional money. If you can't live off of what I send you every month, I
suggest you get a job." She hadn't had one the entire time we'd been
married unless shopping and sleeping around were considered a business, and
then she'd be the CEO.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Andrew, I need that money!"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Not my problem, Madeline." It
hadn't been my problem since the moment the ink was dry on our divorce papers.
"I think from now on, all communication between us should go through our
lawyers."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I chuckled as heard Madeline's loud shriek
as I hung up on her. "Damn, that felt good."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Of course, the phone immediately started
ringing. I glanced at the screen and then blocked Madeline's number. She could
keep calling all day long. That did not mean I had to accept the call.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I picked up the phone again and dialed
my divorce attorney. I was an attorney himself, but it was never a good idea
for someone to represent themselves. Besides, I had an exclusive contract with
Silver Spoons Inc., and taking care of personal cases wasn't part of my job description.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I also didn't do divorce cases. I hated
them. I hated being divorced, but I hated being married to Madeline even more.
The novelty of being married to such a beautiful woman had worn off in the
first six months of our five-year marriage. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hell, we hadn't even been sleeping
together the last three years of our marriage, and we hadn't lived together the
last year.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Truthfully, I was just thankful it was
over, divorce nor not. This would be a lesson I would never forget learning.
Someone once said that money corrupted even the most innocent of souls, and I
believed it. It destroyed marriages.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Arnold, this is Andrew
Lancaster," I said once my attorney picked up his direct line. For what I
was paying him, he'd better pick up. "I just got off the phone with
Madeline. She was trying to get me to send her twenty-thousand dollars. She
said she needed to pick up a few things for her trip to Aruba she's taking with
her friends."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Did you get it on tape?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I rolled my eyes. I might not be a
divorce attorney, but I wasn't stupid. "Of course I did." I sat down
in front of my laptop and opened up my email. "I'm sending you the audio
file right now."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"I'll add them to the others."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">There were a lot of them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"I told her that any further
communication between us needed to go through you and then I blocked her
number."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"That's probably a good idea,"
Arnold replied. "You know this is going to get nasty before it's over,
don't you?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">My shoulders slumped as the weight of
the months since my divorce was final pushed down on me. "Yes, I know. If
I thought she'd go away if I just gave her a payout, I'd do it, but she won't.
She's going to keep coming back until she bleeds me dry."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">That seemed to be all Madeline cared
about. Money. She certainly hadn't cared about me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Which is why we need these
recordings. Between the pictures the private investigator you hired took, the
audiotapes of her demanding more money, and her documented spending habits,
we're going to be able to go before the judge pretty soon and get her off your
back."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I certainly hoped so. I was so ready for
this to be over.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"If you need any more from the <span style="color: black;">Zhukov brothers</span>, let me know. They said they'd help
me any way they could."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"We're good right now, but if that
changes, I'll let you know."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Thank you, Arnold."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Call me if Madeline tries to
contact you again."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"I will." I wanted everything
documented. The next time I went before a judge over my divorce, I wasn't going
to let them be hoodwinked by some crocodile tears and a pretty smile. I'd have
evidence to back up my insistence that Madeline was an unfaithful, money grubby
bitch.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I hung up the phone and then pushed my
hand through my hair again. At this rate, I'd be bald by the end of the week.
The stress was unbelievable. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I had way too much to do to deal with
this right now. All three of my bosses had gotten married over the last year
and one of them now had a kid. Between changing wills and creating trust funds,
I'd been up to my ears in paperwork and court filings for months. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I just wanted a break for a little while.
<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">A couple of hours.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Was that too much to ask?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I frowned when the messaging app on my
phone beeped. I expected to see Madeline's number when I looked down at the
screen.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I didn't recognize this number.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Hello,
gorgeous lady. How have you been? When did you move to New York?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">What the hell?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></span></p>Stormy Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379572069642983394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828866910787594721.post-38583006064549559302021-03-01T04:43:00.001-08:002021-03-01T04:43:07.201-08:00FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Millionaire Voir Dire<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYnYlwJ4MzWkFi8WJPKDkhcBAYIIAkslIrcLA8Y1sjHXSR48bTbp5xXNg5MHyYJ9J3XYAT1nZI5HEymRN485GSdyJZdGJqGMO1JIwjWt4rmtTUCuHiY7arOTkhbVuLOm1fCk-1pnrfdA/s2048/Silver+Spoon+Inc.+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYnYlwJ4MzWkFi8WJPKDkhcBAYIIAkslIrcLA8Y1sjHXSR48bTbp5xXNg5MHyYJ9J3XYAT1nZI5HEymRN485GSdyJZdGJqGMO1JIwjWt4rmtTUCuHiY7arOTkhbVuLOm1fCk-1pnrfdA/s320/Silver+Spoon+Inc.+4.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;"><b>Millionaire Voir Dire</b> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">(Silver
Spoons Inc. 4)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">coming soon!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Andrew<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Over the last few months, I had
watched each of my bosses fall and love and start families of their own,
something I wanted more than I wanted air. With one bad marriage behind me, I
was terrified to try again until Dalton texted the wrong number and gave me the
courage to reach for what I wanted. Now, if I could save him from a madman, I
might have the chance at the happy ever after I'd been dreaming about.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Dalton<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">One wrong number and my life was changed
forever. Andrew came into my life and opened my eyes to the possibility that
there was more out there than dancing on a stage. I wasn't ashamed of the fact
that I was an exotic dancer. I worked hard, I wasn't breaking any laws, and I
made decent money. It was just too bad someone else wanted to make money off of
me and didn't ask me first. If I can't escape, the life I'd started to dream
about was going to disappear, just like me.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><a href="http://www.stormyglenn.com/millionairevoirdire.htm">http://www.stormyglenn.com/millionairevoirdire.htm</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><o:p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Story
Excerpt<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Damn it, Madeline, I said
no." I thrust my hand through my sandy blond hair, ruffling the ends until
they stood on end. "I already sent you your alimony check for this month.
I am not sending another one."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I shouldn't have had to send a check in
the first place. Madeline has been the one to betray our marriage vows, not me.
But one sympathetic judge who bought her crocodile tears and I was stuck
sending my ex-wife a fifteen-thousand dollar check every thirty days for the
next eighteen months.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"I don't need much, Andrew. Twenty-thousand
should do it. I know you have it."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Of course, I fucking had it. I worked
for three billionaires who paid their employees very well. That didn't mean I
was going to send my ex-wife one more red cent than I had to.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"I've already sent you your alimony
check this month, Madeline," I explained again. The woman seriously needed
to learn to live within her means. "If you've spent that—"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Oh, it's not that at all, darling.
A bunch of us are headed down to Aruba for the weekend and I need a few things
for the trip."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Maybe you should ask Darren. You
remember him, don't you? The guy you were fucking in our bed while we were
married? If you don't, I'd be happy to send you the pictures my private
investigator took of the two of you. They are very...enlightening."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Too bad I hadn't gotten those pictures
until after the divorce decree had been signed and filed with the courts. I
doubted we'd be having this conversation if I had. They were very graphic—and
extremely kinky—pictures. I never would have pictured my ex-wife being into
bondage.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Really, Andrew." Madeline
huffed. "It's just twenty-thousand dollars. It's not like you need the
money. You make that up in just a few hours working for your bosses."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"That's not the point, Madeline."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"How about fifteen thousand then?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Madeline—"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"I need to get my hair done, Andrew,
and I need to pick up a few things for my trip. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't
important."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I shook my head in disbelief. What I and
Madeline considered important were two vastly different things. I wished I'd
seen the money-grubbing side of my ex-wife before I married her. Maybe I
wouldn't be in this mess.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Madeline, I am not sending you any
additional money. If you can't live off of what I send you every month, I
suggest you get a job." She hadn't had one the entire time we'd been
married unless shopping and sleeping around were considered a business, and
then she'd be the CEO.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Andrew, I need that money!"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Not my problem, Madeline." It
hadn't been my problem since the moment the ink was dry on our divorce papers.
"I think from now on, all communication between us should go through our
lawyers."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I chuckled as heard Madeline's loud
shriek as I hung up on her. "Damn, that felt good."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Of course, the phone immediately started
ringing. I glanced at the screen and then blocked Madeline's number. She could
keep calling all day long. That did not mean I had to accept the call.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I picked up the phone again and dialed my
divorce attorney. I was an attorney himself, but it was never a good idea for
someone to represent themselves. Besides, I had an exclusive contract with
Silver Spoons Inc., and taking care of personal cases wasn't part of my job
description.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I also didn't do divorce cases. I hated
them. I hated being divorced, but I hated being married to Madeline even more.
The novelty of being married to such a beautiful woman had worn off in the
first six months of our five-year marriage. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Hell, we hadn't even been sleeping
together the last three years of our marriage, and we hadn't lived together the
last year.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Truthfully, I was just thankful it was
over, divorce nor not. This would be a lesson I would never forget learning.
Someone once said that money corrupted even the most innocent of souls, and I
believed it. It destroyed marriages.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Arnold, this is Andrew
Lancaster," I said once my attorney picked up his direct line. For what I
was paying him, he'd better pick up. "I just got off the phone with Madeline.
She was trying to get me to send her twenty-thousand dollars. She said she
needed to pick up a few things for her trip to Aruba she's taking with her
friends."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Did you get it on tape?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I rolled my eyes. I might not be a
divorce attorney, but I wasn't stupid. "Of course I did." I sat down
in front of my laptop and opened up my email. "I'm sending you the audio
file right now."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"I'll add them to the others."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">There were a lot of them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"I told her that any further
communication between us needed to go through you and then I blocked her
number."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"That's probably a good idea,"
Arnold replied. "You know this is going to get nasty before it's over,
don't you?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">My shoulders slumped as the weight of
the months since my divorce was final pushed down on me. "Yes, I know. If
I thought she'd go away if I just gave her a payout, I'd do it, but she won't.
She's going to keep coming back until she bleeds me dry."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">That seemed to be all Madeline cared
about. Money. She certainly hadn't cared about me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Which is why we need these
recordings. Between the pictures the private investigator you hired took, the
audiotapes of her demanding more money, and her documented spending habits,
we're going to be able to go before the judge pretty soon and get her off your
back."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I certainly hoped so. I was so ready for
this to be over.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"If you need any more from the <span style="color: black;">Zhukov brothers</span>, let me know. They said they'd help
me any way they could."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"We're good right now, but if that
changes, I'll let you know."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Thank you, Arnold."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Call me if Madeline tries to
contact you again."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"I will." I wanted everything
documented. The next time I went before a judge over my divorce, I wasn't going
to let them be hoodwinked by some crocodile tears and a pretty smile. I'd have
evidence to back up my insistence that Madeline was an unfaithful, money grubby
bitch.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I hung up the phone and then pushed my
hand through my hair again. At this rate, I'd be bald by the end of the week. The
stress was unbelievable. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I had way too much to do to deal with
this right now. All three of my bosses had gotten married over the last year
and one of them now had a kid. Between changing wills and creating trust funds,
I'd been up to my ears in paperwork and court filings for months. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I just wanted a break for a little
while. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">A couple of hours.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Was that too much to ask?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I frowned when the messaging app on my
phone beeped. I expected to see Madeline's number when I looked down at the
screen.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I didn't recognize this number.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Hello,
gorgeous lady. How have you been? When did you move to New York?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">What the hell?</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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The man’s strength and bravery in battle were legendary, as were the scars that marred his massive body. But there is a vast distance between admiration and love, and despite Diego’s efforts, he’s not sure the two of them can find a middle ground.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Xavier Rodriquez is a man used to the rigors of battle and being alone to lick his wounds. Experience has taught him that the scars littering his body would disgust even the most indiscriminant of lovers. When Diego says he sees them as symbols of valor, Xavier is skeptical, growing even moreso when Diego’s gorgeous ex-lover appears, claiming to want Diego back.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Trust is not an easy thing and neither is accepting a mate with all their faults. Stubbornness and the need to protect their hearts might be more dangerous to their mating than the mysterious foe bent on stealing their territory, and maybe even their lives. </span></div></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: #04ff00;">~~</span><span style="color: #ff00fe;">@</span><span style="color: #04ff00;">~~</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tattooed & Taken (Special Operations 2) is on sale for $.99 as a Time Machine discount at BookStrand! </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl py34i1dx gpro0wi8" href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/tattooed-taken?fbclid=IwAR37SZLPFK2iTPqWLyjVtntDkzp3t5pqfmOUD2MBd6SwK9ArdTn6Iz9733E" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/tattooed-taken</a></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFgGxMZJDfQY84NDGH4_VYRLorn-g12OdfYbB7Nv8Fdce4PdcQjo_aYv6DKX1L1h_YlbXIj-mMziNmeKMASGhfK12IdIAWq9BQMQwr2L-9j1B4aI32jHVttHGt81RfTIIF2hW-DMeXtI/s648/sg-so-tattooedandtaken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFgGxMZJDfQY84NDGH4_VYRLorn-g12OdfYbB7Nv8Fdce4PdcQjo_aYv6DKX1L1h_YlbXIj-mMziNmeKMASGhfK12IdIAWq9BQMQwr2L-9j1B4aI32jHVttHGt81RfTIIF2hW-DMeXtI/s320/sg-so-tattooedandtaken.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Deputy Robby Harrison wanted Wren Crivello from the moment they met, but no matter how hard he tries, Wren seems to only want to be friends. When Robby gets fired from his job by his brother, he suddenly realizes he’s chasing after a lost cause. In a fit of anger and depression, Robby ties one on at the local bar, only to wake the next morning in bed with a naked woman. Totally freaked out, Robby runs only to end up in the arms of the very man he was trying to forget.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Warned away from Robby six months ago, Wren tried to let things take their natural course. When Robby arrives home after being missing for hours, Wren loses the tight grip he had on his control. What follows is a wild ride that neither of them have any desire to stop.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">When the dust settles, Wren is overjoyed that Robby is finally his. But someone else thinks that Robby belongs to them and they will do anything, including threaten Robby’s family, to keep Wren and Robby apart. The marine motto is "When everyone runs from danger, marines run towards it," and Wren has every intention of facing the danger head-on. He just has to keep Robby alive long enough to discover who is after him and why.</span></p></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Stormy Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379572069642983394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828866910787594721.post-11010646223245181152021-02-06T02:12:00.001-08:002021-02-06T02:12:16.891-08:00TIME MACHINE DISCOUNT<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Farmer in the Dell (Cade Creek 2) is on sale for $.99 as a Time Machine discount at BookStrand! </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl py34i1dx gpro0wi8" href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/farmer-in-the-dell?fbclid=IwAR0z97akZA9m8P09JfIprF99ONYbC61ieEeg829TbjIdZaEa0ByoeeBuEMk" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/farmer-in-the-dell</a></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlo_TyXifd-jEEaiLvOngzDhntwa0R5SRr1eXn1ziM5-cxCKxCha1i0huhr9qFmjKNUPfSMl7VqH3Ra_0VYbH2RQZdjU45zjRv_Z0wXsFiqSvCkx0sNe2Io8EyzMpog02jY9YSEmGUIo/s648/ecm-sg-cc-farmerinthedell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlo_TyXifd-jEEaiLvOngzDhntwa0R5SRr1eXn1ziM5-cxCKxCha1i0huhr9qFmjKNUPfSMl7VqH3Ra_0VYbH2RQZdjU45zjRv_Z0wXsFiqSvCkx0sNe2Io8EyzMpog02jY9YSEmGUIo/s320/ecm-sg-cc-farmerinthedell.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit !important; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Mitchell Walker never wanted anything other than the simple life of a farmer—until he met Elliot Foster, and then his dreams changed. Elliot seemed to want the same thing until the day he disappeared without a word. Two years later, Elliot is back and Mitch has to decide if he’s willing to put his heart on the line again for a man that is afraid to commit.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit !important; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit !important; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Elliot Foster found heaven in the arms of a farmer. Family obligations tore him away and put him in hell. When the devil himself seems to have it out for Elliot, he does the only thing he can to protect himself and his family—he runs into the arms of the one man that means more to him than his own happiness.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit !important; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit !important; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">But the devil has a long reach. When Elliot’s stepfather comes for him, will the men of Cade Creek be able to stop a man who believes he’s above the law or will Elliot pay the ultimate price for loving the <em style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: inherit !important; line-height: inherit !important;">Farmer in the Dell</em>?</span></div><p><br /></p>Stormy Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379572069642983394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828866910787594721.post-55973419969833312192021-02-04T17:00:00.004-08:002021-02-04T17:00:58.406-08:00NOW AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER - Beauty and His Guardian<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqkMc_hhKEFFHtE-LEUaJ55DY5X9Rx4wE2hIVg0MPg662NnnYKgqhbyFmXXE9tlwLku_m94SRuSOfLXLPLcTiJYLP4fZRQAc-t1jfScHPzOq1w5_Zd5w0r2YvA_PQNjF8btM2IQuGJsWM/s2048/2.+Beauty+and+His+Guardian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqkMc_hhKEFFHtE-LEUaJ55DY5X9Rx4wE2hIVg0MPg662NnnYKgqhbyFmXXE9tlwLku_m94SRuSOfLXLPLcTiJYLP4fZRQAc-t1jfScHPzOq1w5_Zd5w0r2YvA_PQNjF8btM2IQuGJsWM/s320/2.+Beauty+and+His+Guardian.jpg" /></a></div><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The bad guys are behind bars so why does psychic Jynx K'Vada feel like his life is one big whirlwind? He's found his mate. He should be happy. He just can't seem the shake the feeling that nothing will ever be the same again. When trouble comes looking, Jynx will have to dig deep and find a strength he never knew he had if he wants to survive.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">All Bay wants to do is protect his mate and protect his king. That's not so easy when people seem to be coming out of the woodwork to kill them. Bombings, assassination attempts, kidnappings. Bay doesn't know who he can trust.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">When a ghost from the past comes for them, Bay and Jynx will have to work together to keep their king, and themselves, alive long enough to solve a mystery decades in the making. And if they are lucky, they might fall in love somewhere along the way.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Beauty and His Guardian (Saturian Trilogy 2) now available for pre-order! </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl py34i1dx gpro0wi8" href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/beauty-and-his-guardian-mm?fbclid=IwAR12YyZG7vPR8pbKGQ_yRYSVdw-k44dnc1uLOtrA-D2TRCxhD0vvR5JozDA" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/beauty-and-his-guardian-mm</a></span></p>Stormy Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379572069642983394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828866910787594721.post-86149712020670140592021-02-04T16:50:00.000-08:002021-02-04T16:50:04.777-08:00TIME MACHINE DISCOUNT<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Just A Vampire (Tribal Bonds 1) is on sale for $.99 as a Time Machine discount at BookStrand! </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl py34i1dx gpro0wi8" href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/just-a-vampire?fbclid=IwAR2xM6hkFTj3UMXZ089qb8gmXL1GzZVjjY1hj33Mml28_FeuAd8dtzpbY4c" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/just-a-vampire</a></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZfpv3TgC-bdHeKvARZex-zZDNZ0YTbnI3oiTM86LvCPG18VJxzkDyyyDC1Hmf0yJnY-YplwKZYFKkLLs6hAR49Z_AePyUC32R_ffqBVlCP8X2M6wtgHqeKin1dxD5ZOhUAU_GKMNH2Iw/s648/sg-tb-justavampire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZfpv3TgC-bdHeKvARZex-zZDNZ0YTbnI3oiTM86LvCPG18VJxzkDyyyDC1Hmf0yJnY-YplwKZYFKkLLs6hAR49Z_AePyUC32R_ffqBVlCP8X2M6wtgHqeKin1dxD5ZOhUAU_GKMNH2Iw/s320/sg-tb-justavampire.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Titillium Web", sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px;">Electus Luca Ucathya has waited hundreds of years to find his anamchara, his soul mate. Rowan Connelly is not what he expected. For one, the man doesn't have a submissive bone in his body. Even worse, Rowan is a wolf, one of the most dangerous and hated enemies of a vampire. But giving Rowan up isn't an option.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Titillium Web", sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px;">Discovering that he is the mate of a vampire isn't so bad for Rowan, but the things required of him as the mate of the leader of a vampire tribe just might be more than he can handle.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Titillium Web", sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px;">When Rowan is kidnapped, not once but twice, Luca knows he has to do everything in his power to keep his mate safe, something that would be much easier if Rowan would accept his place as the mate of a vampire and behave. Instead, Rowan is drawing Luca into more trouble with every breath.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Titillium Web", sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px;">And Luca just can't seem to mind.</p>Stormy Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379572069642983394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828866910787594721.post-43652590364830239642021-01-30T15:35:00.007-08:002021-01-30T15:41:15.002-08:00GETTING SOMETHING WRONG RIGHT<p style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>A friend and fellow author needs all our assistant. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Read her story below. Get her latest book and help her out!</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #04ff00;">~~</span><span style="color: #ff00fe;">@</span><span style="color: #04ff00;">~~</span></span></p><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Oi_FbfYjkovw6KMHNGX5FzreLzeVuaner0uFNcroZffgY0tUTwAtWA81KKEhIEaJgv8zqHdPoXgVsq3OI2P_MddYnyhTxpHL3ELYS_1p3ry_ilqGFfSAs7d5hKmDWTLHd7JzHn1SXjw/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1349" data-original-width="843" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Oi_FbfYjkovw6KMHNGX5FzreLzeVuaner0uFNcroZffgY0tUTwAtWA81KKEhIEaJgv8zqHdPoXgVsq3OI2P_MddYnyhTxpHL3ELYS_1p3ry_ilqGFfSAs7d5hKmDWTLHd7JzHn1SXjw/w250-h400/image.png" width="250" /></a></div>Hi everyone, as some of you know my husband and I have been fighting to get back insurance company benefits he's entitled to after a major accident, for the past year. During that time I was the sole breadwinner for our family. Two weeks ago, I got laid off - Covid, the economy - it really didn't matter the reason. Now we have a lawyer still fighting for what we're entitled to, and no other money coming in. </div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit;">So, I wrote a book. I've written a few, some of you may have read them. I could put the book on Amazon, but my family and I can't wait the 60 days it takes for Amazon to pay us - the bank is coming down hard and we need to pay the mortgage. So, I'm trying something a bit different and want to sell the book privately. </div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #050505;">It will cost you the princely sum of </span><span style="color: red;"><i>$3.50</i> </span><span style="color: #050505;">which can be paid via Paypal. As soon as Paypal sends me the notification to say the money is there, I will send you the link for the book. PDF, Mobi and Epub formats are available. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit;">I'm not asking for a hand out. I know times are tough for all of us and there are many more people out there worse off than our family. But I can't lose my home. I just can't. So if you fancy a short read (about a hundred pages) and want to know you are helping the author directly, then please consider buying.</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">I also want to say a massive thank you to everyone who has helped me with this, be it sharing, giving me words of encouragement, shoulders to cry on or just letting me know that there will be brighter days.</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">To the readers who buy this – OMG! I can’t say THANK YOU enough. This will help my family so much. 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From wild
bushfires and hurricanes, to a global pandemic and elections, this year has put
a toll on all of us. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 9.0pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">But we want to look at the positives that happened in the LGBTQ+
community in 2020 to remind us all that there has been light in all of this
darkness and that we should look forward to the wins which will greet us in
2021.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.9pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;">January</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l9 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.bbc.co.uk%2Fnews%2Fuk-northern-ireland-51086276&t=ZGFmMjA0YTdlNjQwYTJkNGUzN2EwNDMwYjkwYTk0MWMxYzQ0ZDY0OSxjNDJkZmViNTllZDRjMjhiMTAzZDYyZmQ1NDVjZTlkMjM5MTU2NDU0&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Northern Ireland legalised same-sex marriage</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l9 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.reuters.com%2Farticle%2Fus-usa-utah-lgbt%2Futah-bans-lgbtq-conversion-therapy-for-children-idUSKBN1ZL31R&t=Mzk1ZmI0Yjk2OGIxZGI4ZDk4MjJkNjg5ZGE5M2M5NzJmMjVmNTljMSwyMWViNjgxM2I2MjNkZWY1OTVkZGE2MDNhY2FkYzhiN2Q5YmU3OGRk&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Utah bans LGBTQ conversion therapy for children</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l9 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.newsbreak.com%2Fnews%2F1483511143641%2Fnew-hampshire-now-allowing-third-gender-option-on-drivers-licenses&t=Y2FkNDllOWQyYTg5MjVjNzJiZjA1ZmZmNDdmOTMzM2U0OWIwYzEzZSxkMGJkZWE4ZTMwYzdmYWFiMTk2ZDE4ZGQzN2M1ODkwZWQ4YzY3OWFi&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">New Hampshire allows a third gender option on driving
licenses </span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.9pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;">February </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.total-croatia-news.com%2Fpolitics%2F41347-croatia-court-gay-foster&t=MDdlMmQzNmRjMDg5OGUwMjg3NWQ2YjMxZWNiOGVmN2RiOGQ2OGNhYSxmMTQxOGNlNjdkYmE1ODRjMTY3N2RhZTU4MzA2ZDgyNjBlZmI5Mjcx&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Croatia makes fostering children legal for same-sex couples</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.dw.com%2Fen%2Fswitzerland-votes-to-ban-homophobic-discrimination%2Fa-52309821&t=NjQzZTJhNzAxZDMwZjRmYTRmNTY2NDc4NWVkODkzYjUxMzM3OTVmNyxjNDU1ZjJlYzlhM2E3YTcxYzdmOTYwOTViN2M0NTkxOWVhMmNiOTdi&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Switzerland votes to ban homophobic discrimination</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.9pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;">March </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l6 level1 lfo3; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.nbcnews.com%2Ffeature%2Fnbc-out%2Fvirginia-becomes-20th-state-ban-conversion-therapy-minors-n1148421&t=MGIzNWFmYjQ1YTQ5MWQyY2VlYzNhYTM0YTNmZmRhYzZhZGVkZGM2Yyw0ZGYwM2U5NzlhMjM5ZjVlY2I4NDdiYTI1ZGZkZjEzNDZlZjAxZGM1&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Virginia bans conversion therapy for children </span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l6 level1 lfo3; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.gaytimes.co.uk%2Flife%2Fwashington-is-the-tenth-us-state-to-ban-the-gay-and-trans-panic-defence%2F&t=NzQ1YTRkMzU4MzVkMzQ2MGM5OTBlODQyNTJjYmVlMjlkOTYxYWMyMyxjOGFmYjRlMTdmNTZjZGM0ODY3MWU1OTg2MTUwZThlOTczNTkxYjkw&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Gay panic defence removed as a defence for committing a crime </span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.9pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;">April</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l7 level1 lfo4; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.bbc.co.uk%2Fnews%2Fworld-europe-guernsey-50786908&t=NTMyODYzMDAyYzA2MzVkZGM4ZWVhZTQ4YzcwODAwOTcyNDY5YTVjMyw1YzU4MmFlYzdhMmViY2JhNTAzOWRjZjlhMDM4NTE1ZGU4MWI4ZTRl&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Same-sex marriage legalised in Sark, UK</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.9pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;">May</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l11 level1 lfo5; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.bbc.co.uk%2Fnews%2Fworld-europe-52585162&t=M2Y4Yzg0YTc0ZWQ1NDJkMDhmMmZjZjU0YjM4Y2Y0ODMyMWM0MTU3Ziw0Yjg3ZjJjMTdiNjVkOTIyMTk3ZWM4NTNkZTEwNTkwOTNjZmE3NTQ5&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Germany bans conversion therapy for children and adults who were
pressured into receiving it</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l11 level1 lfo5; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.hrw.org%2Fnews%2F2020%2F05%2F20%2Falbanian-psychologists-prohibit-anti-lgbt-conversion-therapy&t=ZjJjYjhmMjM1NTEwOTgwYThhZDZiNWVlNTdkYjNlOGE3MzQ3NGI5MyxhYWM4OWJjMGYzMDM1MmZjYjY5Nzk3MjQ4YjcyZGJiMmU1NDVjZTI1&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Albania bans conversion therapy</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l11 level1 lfo5; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.bbc.co.uk%2Fnews%2Fworld-africa-52807727&t=NTA3NzQzZDdmNjJjODc4MzQ4MjM4MWExMzQ0MTExYTE4YWU0YTkzYiw0NGNlNmQ1MTgyZGJmM2QxZmZjM2JiMWFkZmQzNzlmM2FkMjRiZjRi&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Zambian President pardons 3000 people who were jailed for being
homosexual</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l11 level1 lfo5; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.hrw.org%2Fnews%2F2020%2F05%2F26%2Fcosta-rica-first-central-america-legalize-same-sex-marriage&t=NWM3NTc0NjZjMDE5MzI1ZTkxMTY1ZDY5M2M1MmUyMDRjYzYxZWIxNCwxNjA2OWQ5YjQyYTUzZGI0ZjU4ZWUwNmUyMTRjYWFkOTZiOGM2ZmE5&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Costa Rica legalises same-sex marriage</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.9pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;">June</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo6; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.nbcnews.com%2Fpolitics%2Fsupreme-court%2Fsupreme-court-rules-existing-civil-rights-law-protects-gay-lesbian-n1231018&t=ZjZjNDYzN2VjOGE0NTg3OGMxMDhhZjkzN2Q0YTE5MDNhZWQwMjI3OCxkOGVlY2UxYTk5Mjk0YzBjN2JjNzA5YzQxZGVlNjczZjg0ZmNiNmFl&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">The US Supreme Court ruled that LGBTQ+ people are entitled to
protection from discrimination based on their sexual orientation and gender
identity</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.9pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;">July</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l8 level1 lfo7; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fuk.reuters.com%2Farticle%2Fus-montenegro-lgbt-lawmaking-trfn%2Fmontenegro-legalises-same-sex-civil-partnerships-idUSKBN24271A&t=NjAzZDIwOGE4ODcyNDVjNjhhODk1YzhkMjU0MDIzOTEwNzMwNzZjZSw1NDNjOTlkN2YwZTNkM2QxODJkY2Y0MGExNTYyYjJlNTM2Njc5YzBm&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Montenegro voted to legalise same-sex civil partnerships</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l8 level1 lfo7; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.washingtonblade.com%2F2020%2F07%2F08%2Fgabon-formally-decriminalizes-homosexuality%2F&t=NWIzNjc2NGJmZTA5NGI2ZDQ1NTRjZWIwMjc1N2NjOTM1OGU2ZDE3NixlMTg0MjFiNmRmZDE5MjM4ZTk3YTZkNzc2MmU3ODk3ODgxOWVmNTQz&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Gabon decriminalizes homosexuality </span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fuk.reuters.com%2Farticle%2Fus-sudan-lgbt-rights-trfn%2Fgreat-first-step-as-sudan-lifts-death-penalty-and-flogging-for-gay-sex-idUSKCN24H30J&t=MDFkNTEzNTc3MzQ4Y2IwNDVmMDhmODYyNWNkMjdhY2M0NDA0NTE2ZiwwODRhNmFjODFhZjg1MzVmMzg0ZmExZTE5OTAwMjdhNmYxMDdjMWI3&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Sudan abolishes death penalty for homosexuality</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.edinburghlive.co.uk%2Fnews%2Fedinburgh-news%2Fedinburgh-pride-scotland-become-first-18365246&t=YjgwNTFjMTc2MWYyZTUyNzY2NmI5NDgzMTkwMjRhOTFjMzJjYzg1OSw0ZTA3YmIxYmFhZjU5MTIyZmIxNmU5YWZmZGFlZWJiNTljN2RmYWRj&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Scotland becomes first country to teach LGBTQ+ history as part of
their curriculum </span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.gaytimes.co.uk%2Flife%2Fmexico-city-approves-bill-to-criminalise-gay-conversion-therapy%2F&t=ODRkN2Y0MjY5NTcyZTQ1ODVkOWY1YjI0MjMyZmJjMjFkYTg1MDFkNyw1YzhmNWEyMTEwZmUxNTBlNDNmOTUxNmY4YmEwZDE5OTllZTJiYWE3&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Mexico City bans conversion therapy </span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.9pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;">August</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l3 level1 lfo8; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.dailymaverick.co.za%2Fopinionista%2F2020-07-09-state-marriage-officers-can-no-longer-refuse-to-marry-same-sex-couples%2F&t=NWM4OGNkMGMwOTdmNjg0MWY5ZjRlMGMwZjlkZWM4YmVkMzFjNjU5MywwZGExMzk2MmNkZDhiMTI5N2UzOWU2MDU2YjNlOGIzZjVlMmVkNDdh&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">South African marriage officials cannot legally reject same-sex
couples</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l3 level1 lfo8; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.globalcitizen.org%2Fen%2Fcontent%2Fqueensland-ban-conversion-therapy%2F&t=NmU2OGFlMDVjYTdmMjM4YzBlOTViN2NkYTcwMDk4MTQ3MjFhZjM1NSxmMWQ5M2IxNDQ4NTAyNzhiOTJjNzcwNmIwYjJiNmViNWNjMmZjZWEw&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">In Australia, Queensland has banned conversion therapy</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.9pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;">September</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l4 level1 lfo9; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fhongkongfp.com%2F2020%2F09%2F18%2Fhong-kong-court-rules-in-favour-of-same-sex-couples-under-inheritance-law%2F&t=OGI0YTRlZTE1ODBiOWJhY2E2MDkwNWY3Zjg1ZmM4MTY1YWQ0OTZmNSwzYWQzNTAxNDJmYjkxZDNjYjgxMzkxZTc4NzM4YTZkMmUxYjk4MTNm&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Inheritance laws in Hong Kong now fully cover LGBTQ+ people</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l4 level1 lfo9; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Finews.co.uk%2Fopinion%2Flgbt-school-curriculum-sex-education-headteachers-supported-614606&t=NTU2ODdmMjlmNzIwMjM5YjllYTFmODE1OWRhN2Y3ZWJmMGM2NWU0MCwwMWM1NjRmMDRhMjUwMDEyM2QyODdlZWE2MWVkNzVmOWQ0YzVlZDRh&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">English schools now teach LGBTQ+ inclusive lessons</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.9pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;">October</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l10 level1 lfo10; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.eluniversal.com.mx%2Fmetropoli%2Fterapias-de-conversion-en-edomex-se-castigaran-con-3-anos-de-prision-tras-aprobacion-de&t=NWE3ZWZhNDc4YzdmZTNjZWYwNjBlZjFkMzc1MWUyNWZmZWYxMzllOSw5ODFmNjRlMzE5ODVlYTI2NWJiMWE2MzI4ZTBkNjFhOWYyY2U5M2E2&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">In Mexico, the state of Mexico has banned conversion therapy</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l10 level1 lfo10; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.bbc.co.uk%2Fnews%2Fworld-europe-54627625&t=MDcwODFlNmRjOTlkODlmOWJkNTExNzE5ZGQ5OTBkMWEzZDQzYWRmNyw5YzVjODZmNTBlNmY3YzZlZDQyNmE1MDJmYjM0ZjFhMmY2M2U0MDEx&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Pope Francis shows support for LGBTQ+ acceptance and civil unions</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l10 level1 lfo10; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.reuters.com%2Farticle%2Fus-canada-lgbt%2Fcanada-reintroduces-bill-banning-lgbt-conversion-therapy-idUSKBN26M77Y&t=ODYxYTYwMzVkYzA1M2RkZTIwODNjOWMxN2MyNjYxYjhiNDEzODRlYSw5MWE2N2JjNDM2ZTkxMDNkNGI4ZTIwNDQ5NjhjNDI5MWUxMGMyNWFh&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Canada reintroduces bill banning LGBT conversion therapy</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.9pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;">November</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo11; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.latimes.com%2Fworld-nation%2Fstory%2F2020-11-16%2Fnevada-first-state-protect-same-sex-marriage-constitution&t=OGY5ZmM4NDY5ODc5YTcwZjc1MGI2MzFmNGE2OGU3ZTU2ZDIxZTEwZCxkYTlkYjgyYTc5MDRmNWU5NTJhYTdiMjBkYzU2Yzc4ZDU3ODkzY2Ni&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Nevada to protect same-sex marriage in state constitution </span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo11; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.bbc.co.uk%2Fnews%2Felection-us-2020-54806677&t=ZGI5ZjJiODQ5MjY0YjE0ODYzOGIyMDA1YzQ0OGFkNGNjNGMwMWYwNSw5NzUzNWQyNTEwMDk4ZWM1YTU3NDU2YjhiMGE2NjJkMTAyMmFlMDA5&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Sarah McBride became the first transgender state senator</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo11; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.reuters.com%2Farticle%2Fus-italy-lgbt%2Fitalys-lower-house-of-parliament-approves-bill-protecting-lgbt-community-idUSKBN27K1QQ&t=OThjNjcyNjdiNmQ3MTRlODc0ZTZiYzdlNzIzMjA3YzBhMzBhMThkMixjNjUxMWRiMWRjYzRhYzE0YWY4NzFiNzU5ZDQ0ZDg2MzdhZWQyZjBi&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Italy’s lower house of parliament approves bill protecting LGBT+
community</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo11; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.cbc.ca%2Fnews%2Fcanada%2Fnorth%2Fconversion-therapy-banned-yukon-1.5796188&t=NjIwYTBlOTI5ZWYzZTdhNDhiNzY0MjNkYmRkY2I3ODE3YTE1YmFjNiwwZDliMmNjZTBlZWIwMzk0ODFmMTcyODg0NmQ3NzI1NThkZmFhOGRm&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">In Canada, Yukon has banned conversion therapy</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.9pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;">December</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l5 level1 lfo12; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fmexiconewsdaily.com%2Fnews%2Ftlaxcala-congress-approves-same-sex-marriage%2F&t=YjgzODdjMzM5OWZkMzk0ZjExNGM4ZGM5MTVlNzIyMmY1ZGVmZTAyMCxkMmYyZjc4OTU3NmE4MzJjNTMwODE2NjYwYmZhNWU3NmJiNjYxM2U0&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">In Mexico, Tlaxcala legalised Same-Sex Marriage</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l5 level1 lfo12; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.bbc.co.uk%2Fnews%2Fuk-55296525&t=MjQwZGRmYmUyNzgyYjRkYjhhMjNiOGYzMzdhZGNlNmQwODBkYzY0ZCxlOWNjNWRjNDM5YTQxYjRlMjJiNmViZDNjYjg4YmYzOWM5NTkzNjFm&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">The UK lifted restrictions on blood donations from gay and bisexual
men</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l5 level1 lfo12; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.montevideo.com.uy%2FNoticias%2FEl-Gobierno-autorizo-que-hombres-homosexuales-puedan-donar-sangre-uc773308&t=MDVjMjI2MThkY2IxZGYwYmJiZjk1YzY3NjhlNDI1NTBlYWUzYmZlZCxjOTVkYTQ5MjQzNjAzNzVmZDI3NGM3NjkxZWQxMmMzMjcxYmNiZDcx&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Uruguay has also lifted restrictions on blood donations from
gay and bisexual men</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; mso-list: l5 level1 lfo12; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -.25in; vertical-align: baseline;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><a href="https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.gaytimes.co.uk%2Flife%2Fbolivia-holds-its-first-same-sex-civil-union-after-two-year-legal-battle%2F&t=NzNkM2QwZTA5ZWFlYjk2N2JkMDkyNjkwNTBmZTdmNTkxMzUwNjQxNCxhMmQ0YTc5MWM5M2VkNTRjNTRjY2FkNzEwYmM3ZDE2YmM5ZDkzYzVj&ts=1609446629" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Bolivia holds its first same-sex civil union</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 9.0pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The LGBTQ+ community has made a lot of progress in 2020 and that
will only continue into 2021! As a community, let’s push forward and make
the next year an amazing one! Stay proud! <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></o:p></p>Stormy Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379572069642983394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828866910787594721.post-28476583020855885652021-01-22T10:15:00.002-08:002021-01-22T10:15:20.067-08:00FINISHED & SUBMITTED<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeA3VPPTE9rI2Afm9YMDgYiQ5WNdO5C2DDYjEqPr1f-CFvXJB4XwqNUmD7ag-h12cMjXhzPSJ86_rs0VxUQACGCiQEe474rByX3eYkp2C9lWDiYlZ4Up1b5mOELFShDl_uYu48OKWU6L0/s2048/2.+Beauty+and+His+Guardian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeA3VPPTE9rI2Afm9YMDgYiQ5WNdO5C2DDYjEqPr1f-CFvXJB4XwqNUmD7ag-h12cMjXhzPSJ86_rs0VxUQACGCiQEe474rByX3eYkp2C9lWDiYlZ4Up1b5mOELFShDl_uYu48OKWU6L0/s320/2.+Beauty+and+His+Guardian.jpg" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Beauty
and His Guardian</span></b></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Saturian
2</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>coming
February 2021</i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The
bad guys are behind bars so why does psychic Jynx K'Vada feel like his life is
one big whirlwind? He's found his mate. He should be happy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He just can't seem the shake the feeling that
nothing will ever be the same again. When trouble comes looking, Jynx will have
to dig deep and find a strength he never knew he had if he wants to survive.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">All
Bay wants to do is protect his mate and his king. That's not so easy when
people seem to be coming out of the woodwork to kill them. Bombings,
assassination attempts, kidnappings. Bay doesn't know who can he can trust.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">When
a ghost from the past comes for them, Bay and Jynx will have to work together
to keep their king, and themselves, alive long enough to solve a mystery
decades in the making. And if they are lucky, they might fall in love somewhere
along the way.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><a href="http://www.stormyglenn.com/beautyandhisguardian.htm">http://www.stormyglenn.com/beautyandhisguardian.htm</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">EXCERPT<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Bay
walked out into the living room and headed straight for the communication panel
on the wall by the front door. He'd been here long enough to figure out who he
needed to call to find out what in the hell was going on.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"This
is Commander Baylor of the King's Royal Guard," he said as soon as the
call connected. "What can you tell me about these explosions? Is the city
under attack or is this an isolated incident?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"It
seems to be centered at the detention facility, sir," the commander of the
security forces replied. He was the same man who had helped Jynx when people
were trying to kill him. "I have men headed there now."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"Let
me guess, someone is trying to break the prince out of prison?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Commander
Torak frowned. "It looks that way, but how did you know?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"I
just had a feeling that this wasn't over." It had been too easy to arrest
the prince and prove his involvement with the attempt on the king's life.
Granted, Bay was pretty sure the guy was guilty, but he wasn't the mastermind
of that mess.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"Do
you have adequate security personnel to deal with this or should I call a unit
of guards down from my ship?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"I
have it handled, Commander."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"Fine."
Bay disconnected before the commander could say another word. He had seen the
commander bristle at the question and wished this wasn't a penis measuring
contest. He just wanted to offer help if it was needed. He didn't care whose
dick was bigger, although he was pretty sure it was his.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Bay
brought up the galactic weblink and waited for the call to connect. When it did,
he crossed his arm over his chest and gave a small bow. "Sire, may I speak
with your consort?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">King
Nicolas sighed. "If you must."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Bay
almost smiled, but the situation was too dire.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"Baylor,"
Cooper said when he appeared on the screen. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"Sire,
there's been an attack on the detention facility where the prince is housed. I
offered the assistant of our guards. At the moment, the security commander
believes he has it handled so, with your permission, I will place a unit of
guards on standby."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Cooper's
jaw clenched before he nodded. "I want a full report as soon as you can
get one. If Ruk is involved in his, it might lead us to him."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"You
believe Ruk is behind this?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"Honestly,
no. He had his chance with the prince and lost. I think he's moved on to
another plan to get Nicky."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Made
sense.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"What
would you like me to do?" Bay asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"You
go down there and make sure the prince doesn't escape. If the commander gives
you any shit, plant your fist in his face."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Bay
grinned. "Yes, sire."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">He
liked this side of Cooper. The human had become downright bloodthirsty ever
since his Marsovian genetics had been activated and he'd transformed into the
man he was today.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"Report
to me as soon as you know anything."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"I
will, sire." <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Cooper
disconnected the interweb link. Bay turned to look at Jynx. "I don't
suppose I could convince you to stay here?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Jynx
snorted.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"I
didn't think so."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Jynx
was wonderful in just about every aspect of his personality. He was sweet,
caring, smart, and so damn sexy, he made Bay's teeth ache. Unfortunately, he
was also stubborn. Bay didn't even need to see the man's jutted jaw to know he
would argue if Bay tried to make him stay behind.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"Well,
come on if you coming. Cooper wants me to get down to the detention facility
and see if I can figure out what is going on. He wants to know if Ruk is behind
this, and if not, who is."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Jynx
paled. "You think Ruk is behind this?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"No
and neither does to King's consort, but I'm not ruling anything out. Until I
know for sure, everyone is suspect." <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">A
little color came back to Jynx's cheeks as he raised an eyebrow. "Even
me?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Bay
grinned as he grabbed Jynx and pulled him close. "You're at the top of the
list."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Jynx
laughed as he leaned into Bay.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Bay
pressed a kiss to his lips before turning them toward the door. "You'll
stay by my side at all times, understand?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"Yes."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"If
anyone tries to separate us, no matter who they are, use our link to alert me.
Things are going to be pretty crazy and I don't want you getting lost in all of
this."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"Consider
me carbon bonded to your side."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Bay
still had misgivings about Jynx going with him, but he also didn't want to
leave the man behind. He really didn't like it when Jynx was out of eyesight.
It was very hard to protect the man when he didn't know if he was in danger.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Once
they got outside and hailed a hovercraft, it didn't take them very long to get
to the detention facility. They had to get out of the hovercraft a couple of
blocks away due to security barricades and there were a lot of people moving
away from the area, but it was still closer than the apartment. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Bay
kept a firm hold of Jynx's arm as they walked down the sidewalk toward the
facility. He didn't trust that there wouldn't be someone dangerous in the
throng of people trying to escape the fallout from the attack.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">When
they reached the security checkpoint, Bay looked around for someone who looked
as if they might have some level of seniority. No one specifically stood out,
but he knew there had to be someone in charge. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">He
spotted a man in a security uniform standing off to one side, his arms crossed
as he looked out over the crowd. Bay would have dismissed him except there was
something in the way he was looking at the crowd, almost as if he was scanning
the people milling about for signs of danger.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">He was
the one Bay wanted to talk to.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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What he finds is more than he expected or could ever have hoped for.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: helvetica; line-height: inherit !important;">Demyan is a bruter, one of the rare and exotic people of the planet Elquone. He is also a slave. And according to his contract, if he does not have a master, he must be returned to the cruel hands of Vortigern Vedek, the man that killed Chellak's father and stole his throne.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: helvetica; line-height: inherit !important;">For Chellak, it is a double-edged sword. He knows the moment he meets Demyan that the sexy little man is his destined mate, but the laws of his planet state that he can not own a slave. To keep Demyan, he must defy his own laws and beliefs. But keeping Demyan is not as easy as winning his heart.</span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Stormy Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379572069642983394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828866910787594721.post-70070931525324590352021-01-20T10:07:00.007-08:002021-01-20T10:07:56.452-08:00TIME MACHINE DISCOUNT<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">Cowboy Easy (Blaecleah Brothers 1) is on sale for $.99 as a Time Machine discount at BookStrand! </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl py34i1dx gpro0wi8" href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/cowboy-easy?fbclid=IwAR1REe8ZS1_ppnDU0EEnmfUrBPmhdWjTvr3ZK8zkg9i8y-R7fqr18JcNZgg" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/cowboy-easy</a></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVwh3B6pAv-M2Vizhyrj1ohCi-LuGgq5z_0vOlZ_URPSYufNU3rmIeqbW8o5wU1gL-kq4mqG61DeN8YkAZU3e7ybKhV8zadVTgEhMkW9tAF-UOjHeH700YZuN8VKKzBgXR3lYs7J2to6s/s648/sg-ce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVwh3B6pAv-M2Vizhyrj1ohCi-LuGgq5z_0vOlZ_URPSYufNU3rmIeqbW8o5wU1gL-kq4mqG61DeN8YkAZU3e7ybKhV8zadVTgEhMkW9tAF-UOjHeH700YZuN8VKKzBgXR3lYs7J2to6s/s320/sg-ce.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">[<i>Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Cowboy Romance, M/M</i>]</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Lachlan Blaecleah never expected to find the love of his life in the middle of a street fight with two other men, but he knew the moment he saw Asa Miller that he wanted to get to know the man better. He jumps into the fight and becomes Asa's knight in slightly tarnished armor.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Asa Miller is amazed by Lachlan every time he looks at him. He's a walking, talking cowboy fantasy come to life, complete with hat and boots. After being rescued by him and taken home for a night of debauchery at the hands of the sexy cowboy, Asa isn't sure what to do next. Should he stick around and get to know Lachlan and his large family better or run from the feelings the man invokes in him?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Before Asa can make his choice, someone else steps in to separate the two men, on a more permanent basis. Asa has to decide if what they have together is worth the heartache he feels when he almost loses the man he loves. Or should he guard his heart and lose his cowboy forever?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p></div>Stormy Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379572069642983394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828866910787594721.post-3676322965881081632021-01-15T12:00:00.005-08:002021-01-15T12:00:58.804-08:00TIME MACHINE DISCOUNT<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap;">On sale for $.99 as a Time Machine discount at BookStrand! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBYymvw0IA9HLEI3YAw5IflozKdc6oFkSDju07UVyuk6Ns9EWMEv7lS0DyOIzuDx2A7dVWPuCwj6q-EOCt_UquOj-y1LlePNErlM3TzOIlBpXlTGAf07Ar1FPIpdz_2O4HA0_IYYkKGwk/s648/ecm-sgob-kc-highlandheart.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBYymvw0IA9HLEI3YAw5IflozKdc6oFkSDju07UVyuk6Ns9EWMEv7lS0DyOIzuDx2A7dVWPuCwj6q-EOCt_UquOj-y1LlePNErlM3TzOIlBpXlTGAf07Ar1FPIpdz_2O4HA0_IYYkKGwk/s320/ecm-sgob-kc-highlandheart.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><p></p><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">By the King’s Command…</span></em></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Called before the new king, Laird Artúr was shocked to see his old lover walking through the door. His anger ignites when the king commands them to mate and fortify his borders to the north. He is heartbroken when he discovers that his new mate has no recollection of their time together. Can he forgive Dainéal and let go of the past to build a future or will his resentment end what they could have before it begins?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Laird Dainéal balks at being commanded to mate, especially to a man he knows has to be insane. Despite how much Artúr insists that they have met before, Dainéal has no memory of the man. And he would have remembered a man that was so sexy he made Dainéal’s teeth ache.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Commanded by their king to establish a stronghold to the north, Artúr and Dainéal have to fight not only their past but those that want to keep them from their future. When betrayal comes from within, the bond between them may be the only thing that saves them.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit; text-align: left;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl py34i1dx gpro0wi8" href="https://www.bookstrand.com/highland-heart?fbclid=IwAR09SlEt_JTzNIDDEYxH8vyR_NM2NAFZ5_fdQXYR0vk_Jkk79cYnAW5i8jg" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation; white-space: pre-wrap;" tabindex="0" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">https://www.bookstrand.com/highland-heart</span></a></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #04ff00; font-family: helvetica;">~~</span><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: helvetica;">@</span><span style="color: #04ff00; font-family: helvetica;">~~</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR4lQT-hcdO-kYQuAsJ9mIN0Cro8rTtp5PCmPKzF6JGqS1evVQaXaXjMorhwBgErditcHqTigbxpFF9il-VKe80fKzJmR-0AXh-9iL4CWA1oOrZISe3zawi0ZMFNMQw_ug6fPOFsblNLc/s648/sg-k-unconventional.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR4lQT-hcdO-kYQuAsJ9mIN0Cro8rTtp5PCmPKzF6JGqS1evVQaXaXjMorhwBgErditcHqTigbxpFF9il-VKe80fKzJmR-0AXh-9iL4CWA1oOrZISe3zawi0ZMFNMQw_ug6fPOFsblNLc/s320/sg-k-unconventional.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Nari Khenti is running for his life. His contract holder has been murdered and he’s accused of the crime. Now, the real killer is after him, intent on killing Nari. The only place he can think of hiding is on Katzmann.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Semyon Barak is concerned when Doctor Saris tells him someone stowed away on his ship until he realizes that the gorgeous green-eyed man is his mate—his very pregnant mate. Now he has to figure out how to keep the frightened man safe while keeping the hardest truth from him…the fact that they are mates.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Taking Nari into the desert might not be the best choice possible, but it’s the only one Semyon has because the man after Nari is closing in on them and he has the power of the Elquone thrown behind him. Semyon will have to use every bit of training he’s ever had to keep his mate and their child alive, because if the dangers of the desert don’t kill them, the bands of roaming bandits just might.</span></p></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/unconventional-mate">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/unconventional-mate</a></span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #04ff00; font-family: helvetica; font-size: x-large;">~~</span><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: helvetica; font-size: x-large;">@</span><span style="color: #04ff00; font-family: helvetica; font-size: x-large;">~~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFn_tTyLAjxa7Qg4pnaer1P3b8tdg-1X29W3Y0oBoRq4oT8SifAaWYCEGsmMMsvU1FNvo85UMrZsTmvLieWO8Ro1K-t1Rf-k6ipSorF0OhtECSxQgq5u7Kig4e6P6ISPP9QjQKWdbQLA/s648/sg-cd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFn_tTyLAjxa7Qg4pnaer1P3b8tdg-1X29W3Y0oBoRq4oT8SifAaWYCEGsmMMsvU1FNvo85UMrZsTmvLieWO8Ro1K-t1Rf-k6ipSorF0OhtECSxQgq5u7Kig4e6P6ISPP9QjQKWdbQLA/s320/sg-cd.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: helvetica; line-height: inherit !important;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important;">A lace corset, a bar of rose scented soap…</i></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: helvetica; line-height: inherit !important;">Lovers Jeb McCain and Boone Fowler don’t know what to expect when they find an unconscious man in the countryside, but it’s certainly not a sexy little man dressed in a woman’s lace corset.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: helvetica; line-height: inherit !important;">They soon discover that they want Avery to join their little family, but to keep him safe, Avery has to become their wife. Can they convince Avery and the rest of Applegate Valley that the pretty man they’ve fallen for is a woman?</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit !important; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: helvetica; line-height: inherit !important;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/cowboy-dreams">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/cowboy-dreams</a></span></p></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p></div>Stormy Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379572069642983394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828866910787594721.post-35492145814262662072021-01-07T05:02:00.006-08:002021-01-07T05:02:58.782-08:00RELEASE DAY: Beauty and His Beast<p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTTn3NgwBA82QQWLqgaqTs-K37APuC4Qt8OcfcBXIbyFxQPPzZDj4RZ6V0dfhYxccm0MJoouKbC2zEy1UO2rAJmKc3i8R93UCfn3_uYSUUBf3act1nVWjKNM-s85kWzqDoWLn4j7ZFAYk/s2048/1.+Beauty+and+His+Beast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTTn3NgwBA82QQWLqgaqTs-K37APuC4Qt8OcfcBXIbyFxQPPzZDj4RZ6V0dfhYxccm0MJoouKbC2zEy1UO2rAJmKc3i8R93UCfn3_uYSUUBf3act1nVWjKNM-s85kWzqDoWLn4j7ZFAYk/s320/1.+Beauty+and+His+Beast.jpg" /></a></b></div><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Beauty and His
Beast</span></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Saturian Trilogy 1<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: red;">available now!</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Someone
is out to kill Jynx K'Vada and the only way he can protect himself is to buy a
guardian beast, something he is loath to do. When he visits a lab and discovers
a man being horrible abused, he buys him on the spot. He has no idea that he's
just changed the entire course of his life.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Bay
doesn't remember anything of his life past the last few weeks, and those had
been filled with nothing but pain and rage. When a sweet smelling man rescues
him from his horror, Bay knows protecting Jynx is more important than his life.
The man was meant to be his.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">With
the continued attempts on Jynx's life, and someone hunting them, they know they
have to figure out who is after them before its too late, but doing so means
solving a mystery neither of them is prepared for. It reaches beyond them and
into the stars.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/beauty-and-his-beast-mm">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/beauty-and-his-beast-mm</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Story Excerpt<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Jynx
shook his head as yet another pet was brought before him. This one at least
looked like he had been given a decent meal recently. He might be able to
defend Jynx as well as himself.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">In the
last few days he had seen pet after pet. Most of them seemed to be pleasure
slaves, which was definitely not what Jynx was looking for. He needed someone
that could protect him, not give him a good time between the sheets.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Do
you have anything a little sturdier?" Jynx asked as he turned to look at
the lab agent standing next to him. "I'm looking for someone to keep me
safe, not warm my bed. The commander said you might have a guardian beast<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>I could purchase."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Just
saying the words made Jynx's stomach roll. He was beginning to wonder if this
was such a good idea. Maybe he should rethink his idea of hiring another
bodyguard. At least with a bodyguard, they could think for themselves. Jynx
didn't want some mindless slave.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"I'm
certain we can find something that meets your requirements, Seer K'Vada,"
the smarmy little man replied. "If you will just come this way?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Jynx
rolled his eyes and followed the lab agent down the hallway to another wing of
the laboratory. All those white walls were starting to give him a headache.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"I'm
sure I can find you something to meet your needs," the man began saying as
if it was an everyday occurrence to be discussing the purchase of another human
being. "We have a thirty day guarantee on all of our products. If for any
reason you are dissatisfied with your purchase you can bring it back and
exchange it for another." <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The man
flashed Jynx a smile. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Jynx
barely stopped from shuddering. He didn't like the lewd way the man looked at
him. It was even creepier than the idea of buying someone.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Are
you sure you wouldn't rather purchase a pet? They can be very useful in
relieving stress. Our training program has the highest rating."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">I'll bet.</span></i><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> Jynx plastered a smile on his face.
"Positive."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Very
well." The man led Jynx to a large metal locked door. He typed in a code
on the keypad and the door swung open. The man walked in, hit a button near the
door causing a red light to flash and then gestured to the long hallway.
"All of the specimens in this wing have been micro-chipped and are ready
for purchase."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Jynx
glanced where the man pointed, grimacing. Lining each side of the long hallway
were small cells. Each cell held one person. The moment the red light flashed
the men and women stood at attention in front of the large glass doors keeping
them in their cells. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">They
looked like perfect little automatons. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Jynx
walked down the hallway looking into each cell as he passed. The agent was
right, everyone here seemed to be hardy, healthy, and in some cases, downright
huge. Still, Jynx wasn't feeling a connection with any of them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">He knew
that wasn't the point. Whichever one he chose would have their microchip
adjusted to match his biorhythms, making them basically answerable to only him.
Until Jynx either sold them or died, they would belong to him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Do
any of these specimens fit your requirements, Seer<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>K'Vada?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Just
K'Vada, please," Jynx said. "Seer is my designation, not my
name."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"As
you wish, Mr. K'Vada," the man said, bowing his head slightly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Jynx
ignored the man and continued down the hallway. He hated it when people
referred to him as Seer K'Vada. Just because he could read thoughts and
emotions didn't mean that was all he could do. He was more than his ability.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Jynx
turned sharply when he heard a commotion at the end of the hallway. There
seemed to be a lot of yelling and banging. His jaw dropped open when a man flew
through the air, hit the far wall, and slid to the floor. There was blood on
his face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"Oh,
my," the agent beside him whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"What's
going on down there?" Jynx asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">"I'm
sure it's nothing," the agent said quickly, placing his hand on Jynx's
arm. "Why don't we go back down here and look at some of these specimens?
I'm sure we can find you what you're looking for."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jynx shook the man's hand off his arm and
started down the hallway. The farther he went, the more anxiousness welled up
inside of him. He couldn't tell where it was coming from. He was shocked that
he was feeling it at all. The gold band he wore around his head was designed to
suppress the thoughts and emotions of others.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">It
wasn't helping. The thoughts and emotions that bled through were jumbled,
incoherent, but their meaning was clear in all of its intensity. Their
desperation clawed at me. Someone was terrified, screaming out for freedom.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">They
were also angry and hurt.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The
noise grew louder the further Jynx walked. He could hear men laughing, prodding
and teasing someone or something. Whoever it was roared in outrage, sending a
spike of apprehension shooting down Jynx's spine.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Jynx
rounded a corner and felt more shocked than he could ever remember being. He
looked into a small square room. Three rather large men in uniforms stood
between him and the creature crouched in the corner on the far side of the
room.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">He was
pretty sure it was a man, a very large man, but it was hard to tell. Besides
the numerous electrical burn marks on his body, the lacerations and abrasions,
the man was totally naked except for a long curtain of matted blue-black hair. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Jynx
quickly realized that the three men torturing him didn't know he stood behind
them. They were laughing and pointing at the man in the corner, making all
sorts of rude and derogatory comments.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">When
one man stepped forward and started stabbing at the crouching man with what
looked like a cattle prod, Jynx clenched his hands as rage flared through him.
He used his strongest, most intimidating voice. "What the hell is going on
in here?" <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Stormy Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379572069642983394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828866910787594721.post-22748277198743445962021-01-07T05:00:00.001-08:002021-01-07T05:00:22.585-08:00RELEASE DAY: Undercover Complications (Cade Creek 23)<p><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYe3AsiW2a6uzR-FjTdEpZmOxLFaOIVdYiMECDv0dfjAlaB4a5XK2afQ_nRFbojIHaXyj_08MhVS_zFVxAKwAKL9Iy3JznJEC4nuk7BGG9CfoXT9k9xGjywPIld6Nf8iJgAyAYfexC5A/s2048/cade+creek+23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYe3AsiW2a6uzR-FjTdEpZmOxLFaOIVdYiMECDv0dfjAlaB4a5XK2afQ_nRFbojIHaXyj_08MhVS_zFVxAKwAKL9Iy3JznJEC4nuk7BGG9CfoXT9k9xGjywPIld6Nf8iJgAyAYfexC5A/s320/cade+creek+23.jpg" /></a></b></div><b>UNDERCOVER
COMPLICATION</b><p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Nathan Collins just wanted to finish his prison
sentence and then find some little place to hide from the world. He was done
dealing with idiots or people who thought he owed them simply because he was
breathing the same air. He did not expect to get pulled into a crime by one of
the guards or to escape from prison with him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Norton Beck had been undercover long enough to know
he needed a break. Maybe it was because he'd spent too much time dealing with
hostile inmates or ignorant co-workers. Whatever it was, he needed to finish
this case so he could go home.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">That was easier said than done, especially when the
entire case blows up in his face and he's forced to escape with one of the
inmates. Luckily for him, it was the one inmate he wouldn't mind getting to
know a little better.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Forced to go on the run, they head to Cade Creek,
the one place they might have a chance of proving they aren't the bad guys, but
first they have to avoid a state wide manhunt, deal with a bullet wound, and
accept their growing desire for each other. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/undercover-complication-mm">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/undercover-complication-mm</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Story
Excerpt<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Open cell eighteen."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Nathan Collins stood to his feet and
moved to stand against the wall. He knew the drill. He had no idea why one of
the guards was coming into his cell, but he'd long ago given up being incensed
over the lack of privacy granted him in prison.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">There just wasn't any. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Face the wall, Collins."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Collins turned to face the wall, making
sure he kept his hands in plain sight. That was something else he'd learned.
Guards tended to get jumpy around him as if they expected him to jump them at
any second.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">As if.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Losing his temper and jumping someone as
what had sent him to hell in the first place, and River Ridge Correctional
Facility<span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: black;">was the biggest
example of hell he'd ever been in, barring the time he'd spend in the Middle
east during the his stint in the service.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Nothing beat that hell.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Collins stiffened when he felt a
presence at his back. Thing number three he'd learned. Just not here. He never
trusted having anyone at his back, but he'd learned that as a kid. His sperm
donor had been a little too free and easy with his fists. Collins had known by
the time he was six years old never to turn his back on the guy.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"You got anything on you, Collins,"
the guard called out, but he called out a little louder than Collins thought
was needed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">What did he know?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"No, sir."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He almost chuckled, wondering if the
guard could hear the insult in his voice. Calling him sir was Collins' secret
way of telling the guy to go fuck himself. He'd done the same in the service.
Very few times had he truly meant it with respect.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Hot breath blew out across the back of
his neck. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Rawley made it to Cade
Creek," the guard murmured in a tone so low, Collins almost couldn't understand
him. "He's safe with Yuval."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Collins jerked when he realized what he
was being told. "They're okay?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"They're good. Had a little trouble
with the father of the kid Yuval killed, but he'll be joining you here in club
med pretty soon."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Collins grinned. "You don't
say."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Yuval Zev was a young man who never
should have been sent to prison. He'd accidently killed the guy who had beaten
up his father and tried to rape his mother. The justice system made a mistake
when they sent Yuval here. He never belonged here and Collins had been very
glad when his conviction had been overturned and he'd been sent home.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Rawley Davis had been Yuval's cellmate.
He'd been in prison for murder as well, and for almost the same reason. He'd
killed the guy who had tried to rape his sister. The different between Yuval
and Rawley was that Yuval regretted what he'd done. Rawley did not.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Rawley had gotten an early release after
Yuval hired an attorney to look into his case. He'd left a couple of months
previous. I hadn't heard a word about either of them until now. While I was
glad to know the two men were finally free and together, I didn't understand
why the guard was telling me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Norton had proven to be one of the good
guys. He didn't meet out unwarranted punishments. He didn't fuck with the
prisoners just because he could, and he certainly didn't partake of the cruelty
the other guards seemed to thrive on.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Still, he was a guard which meant he
couldn't be trusted.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Stay clear of him, Collins,"
the guard warned. "He has friends in high places."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Well, fuck.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"I won't go looking for
trouble." He had a little over two years left on his sentence. He just
wanted to do his time and then get the hell out of there.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Just keep your nose clean. This
isn't the place to get noticed."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Again, Collins was struck by the fact
that he was being warned by a guard. That didn't make any sense to him. Not in
this place. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Still, it didn't pay to argue,
especially since the man was right. Prison was not the place to get noticed.
This prison specifically. The evil in this place went all the way to the core.
The guards were just as bad, if not worse, than the convicts.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"I hear you."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Without another word, the guard turned
and walked out of the cell. "Close cell eighteen."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Collins didn't turned away from the wall
until he heard the cell door close and then he walked to the bars and watched
as Norton stopped at the cell next to him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Open cell seventeen."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Norton turned and caught his eyes before
stepping into the cell and disappearing from sight. Collins watched for another
moment and then walked back over to stretch out on the bottom bunk. He stared
at the bunk above him, his arm curled under his head.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He had been lucky so far in the fact
that he'd had a cell to himself since he'd arrived at the facility. He wasn't
sure if the powers that be were afraid to put someone in his cell with him or
if they just hadn't done it, but he was glad he didn't have to share. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Collins laid there and pondered the
things Norton had said to him until he heard the dinner buzzer go off. He
climbed out of his bunk and walked to the cell bars and waited until they
opened and then stepped out into line.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He was glad to hear Rawley had made it
to Cade Creek and hooked up with Yuval. Despite living in hell, and suffering
more than anyone should ever have to suffer, Yuval had fallen for Rawley. He
hadn't been sure if Rawley had fallen for Yuval, but he couldn't stand to see
the little man's heart be broken and had encouraged Rawley to go after him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">It felt good to know he'd been right.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">One Last Go Around</span></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Cade Creek 22<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Yuval Zev was a quiet, shy
accountant who worked hard, loved his parents, and always dreamed of owning a
horse. He had his entire world turned into a nightmare when he's found guilty
of killing a man in cold blood. Prison is a nightmare. Surviving might be a bit
easier when he meets his new cellmate, Rawley.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Rawley Davis is in prison for
killing the man who tried to rape his sister. He'd do it again in a heartbeat
if it meant saving someone he cared about. He just didn't expect to start
caring for his timid little cellmate. Clearly, someone had messed up somewhere.
Yuval had no business behind bars. Until they figured that out, Rawley was
going to have to keep him safe from the real monsters behind bars. He just
wasn't sure he could save himself from falling for Yuval.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With hardnosed guards and
inmates with no morals all around them, Yuval and Rawley have to be on watch
all the time. Someone is out to get Yuval at any costs and the only thing
standing between him and his nightmares is Rawley.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #1c1e21;"><a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/one-last-go-around-mm"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/one-last-go-around-mm</span></a></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hot Mess; Friends & Family 3<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Angelo<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'd wanted Sam Brodsky for ages, but
because I didn't trust many people, I'd placed him firmly in the friend
category when we first met and I was having a hard time pulling him out. I
wanted him in the lover category. I just didn't know if he wanted the same
thing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sam<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Angelo Delvecchio was a great friend.
He'd make an even better lover. I was positive of it. I just had to get him to
realize how good we could be together. When he invited me to spend the weekend
at his house on the beach, I knew this was my opportunity to prove it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It seemed as if the fates had something
else in mind. When we received an emergency call from a friend, we jump on
Angelo's jet to fly home, only we didn't make it. Surviving a plane crash is
the least of our worries. We need to survive the people hunting us while we try
to figure out who they are and what they want, but at least I got a kiss out of
it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://www.bookstrand.com/book/crashing-into-forever-mm"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">https://www.bookstrand.com/book/crashing-into-forever-mm</span></a>Stormy Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379572069642983394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828866910787594721.post-88998594879287115502020-05-31T21:43:00.001-07:002020-05-31T21:43:13.661-07:00FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Not So Average Joe<br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">NOT SO AVERAGE JOE<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Assassins Inc. 6<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">coming July 2020<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">My name is Ion and
I'm a handler for the panther council. It's my job to keep the assassins
assigned to me safe and informed while they complete their missions. I'm good
at my job. I'm just not real good at keeping myself safe so when someone
started hunting me, I did the smart thing. I ran. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">My name is Storm.
I'm a panther assassin. I kill people for a living and I feel no regrets. Ever.
When sent to rescue a geeky little human, I was shocked to discover he was my
mate. I don't want a mate. I'll keep Ion safe until I can return him to
headquarters, but I'll be damned if I claim him, not even when his life is in
danger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">STOREY EXCERPT<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I'd known since the moment I was born that I was ordinary. I
wasn't fat. I wasn't skinny. I wasn't tall. I wasn't short. I wasn't manly. I
wasn't effeminate. I wasn't even overly muscled or frail. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I had basic brown hair. Not light honey brown hair or deep
chestnut brown. Just brown. Mouse brown. I had brown eyes, too. They weren't
deep chocolate brown or light caramel brown. They were just brown. Mouse brown.
All of me was brown except my skin and it was just bland.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">There was nothing spectacular about me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Which made me totally confused as I watched two men pummel each
other over me. Me. At least, I think they were fighting over me. That part was
still a little sketchy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I had been standing there drinking a beer when the dark haired
guy—who was about to get punched in the face—had walked up to me, leaned in and
sniffed, then growled. Blondie had flown out of nowhere and taken the dark
haired dude down to the ground and the fight had commenced.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I stood there with my beer in my hand and my jaw hanging down to
my chest as the two rather muscular men rolled around on the floor, biting and
clawing at each other in between punches.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">It really was very weird.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I knew neither of these men. I'd never even seen them before.
Maybe they weren't fighting over me. Maybe I had just gotten caught in the
cross fire so to speak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Yeah, that was probably it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I just couldn't imagine someone fighting over me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Don't get me wrong. I didn't consider myself ugly by any means,
and I'd had my share of dates, and one spectacular relationship that had
totally gone up in flames after three months. But I wasn't sitting at home
crying into my Cheerios over my lack of love life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Besides, I was out of Cheerios.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Fight or no fight, the two men were putting on quite the show. It
was obvious even to the stupidest man—and I never claimed to be stupid. Boring,
yes. Stupid, no—that both men were in very good shape. Muscles were overflowing
all over the place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">When they started to roll in my direction, I grabbed my drink and
hopped up onto the bar top. I knew I should just leave, but there was no way I
was taking off before the fight ended. It wasn't so much that I wanted to know
why they were fighting, but more that I was having a hard time tearing my eyes
away from all that beautiful tanned skin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">They were really spectacular.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I groaned when my phone buzzed. I wanted to ignore it, but I knew
that would be a very bad idea. I pulled it out of my pocket and glanced at the
screen. Damn, I knew it. Today was supposed to be my day off, but it didn't
look like that was going to happen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I stared at my drink for a moment before setting it on the
counter. I'd like nothing more than to guzzle down the last of it, but if I was
headed to work I had to be sober. I wasn't sure why I was needed back to work,
but the nature of my job demanded a clear mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I glanced at the two men fighting one last time, wishing I could
stay and congratulate the winner and maybe console the loser, then hopped off
the bar and started for the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I was grabbed before I took two steps. I glanced down at the hand
on my forearm then up to the man who that hand belonged to. It was one of the
guys who'd been fighting. The blond stood behind him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The man shot me a grin. "You're not leaving so soon, are you,
sweetness? The party's just getting started."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I jerked my arm out of his strong grasp. "Sorry, I have to go
to work."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I frowned at the tone of the man's amused chuckle. I reared back
when he raised a hand toward my face. I didn't know this guy. He had no right
to touch me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"And what's a pretty little boy like you do?'<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Seriously?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"I bet you have some rich sugar daddy somewhere, don't
you."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I took a step away only to back into another body. I knew without
looking it was his buddy. Why the two of them had been fighting, I had no idea,
and this point, I no longer cared. They were both quickly losing their appeal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I stepped to one side and tried to walk around the man in front of
me. I frowned when he stepped in front of me. "Excuse me."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Don't leave, sweetness," the brown haired guy said.
"Things were just getting interesting."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Like I said, I have to get to work."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">There was something about this situation that I wasn't getting. I
wasn't the sort of man that two guys fought over. Like I said, I didn't think I
was ugly, but I wasn't all that either.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">This didn't make sense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Please, excuse me."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Hmm, I like the way you say please."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Seriously?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"I'm not interested." I raised my voice so everyone
would hear me. I wanted it made clear that these guys had nothing I wanted.
Well, they did. It was just too bad their attitude went along with the gorgeous
bodies. "Please, move so I can leave."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Naw." The brown haired guy chuckled. "The party is
just getting started."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">As soon as he started to pick me up, I lashed out. One kick to the
balls and one sharp jab to the throat, and I was released, only to be grabbed
by the blond behind me. I jabbed my elbow back into his gut. I heard his breath
come out in a quick gust of air. I lifted my leg as I spun in a round house
quick and nailed him on the side of the head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He went down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The brown haired guy roared with outrage as he reached for me. I
shot out with my hand, two quick jabs. He gasped as he grabbed his throat and
dropped to his knees. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"No means no, asshole." I stepped around the two men and
walked out the front door. I hurried down the street to the bus stop. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">After checking to make sure I hadn't been followed, I used my
phone to check in and make sure I wasn't being called into work for something
life threatening. That would require a cab and not a bus ride. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Nothing seemed blaringly apparent, but looks could be deceiving,
and often were, as the two men back at the bar had just discovered. I was
small, but I was scrappy. My father had been teaching me self defense since I
was in diapers. I knew how to take care of myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I just wish every other person on the face of the planet taller
than five foot seven inches tall would figure that out as well. My mother had
been five foot four inches tall. My father stood at five foot ten inches tall.
I didn't have a chance in hell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Being short sucked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Hot Mess; Friends & Family 3</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Angelo<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'd wanted Sam Brodsky for ages, but
because I didn't trust many people, I'd placed him firmly in the friend
category when we first met and I was having a hard time pulling him out. I
wanted him in the lover category. I just didn't know if he wanted the same
thing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sam<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Angelo Delvecchio was a great friend.
He'd make an even better lover. I was positive of it. I just had to get him to
realize how good we could be together. When he invited me to spend the weekend
at his house on the beach, I knew this was my opportunity to prove it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It seemed as if the fates had something
else in mind. When we received an emergency call from a friend, we jump on
Angelo's jet to fly home, only we didn't make it. Surviving a plane crash is
the least of our worries. We need to survive the people hunting us while we try
to figure out who they are and what they want, but at least I got a kiss out of
it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Angelo <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I glanced
at Sam's phone when it rang. I thought about not answering it, but my avid
curiosity—and maybe a bit of jealousy—got the better of me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It said
private number.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Who
is this?" I asked after swiping my finger across the screen.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Who
is this?" came the terse reply.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I bristled
with indignation. I couldn't remember the last time someone had talked to me
like this. "This is Officer Sam Brodsky's phone and—"</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I
know who's phone it is. That's who I was calling."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Who
is this?" I repeated.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"This
is Lyn. Who is this?"</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Oh,
Lyn." I blew out a relieved breath. "This is Angelo. Sam is in the
shower. Can I take a message?"</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Do
you think you could go get him? This is kind of an emergency."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Yes,
of course." I started walking toward the guest room. "Give me just a
moment." I pressed the phone to my chest and rapped my knuckles on the
bathroom door. "Hey, Sam? Lyn is on the phone. He says it's an
emergency."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I caught a
flash of naked skin and rounded ass as Sam turned off the shower, opened the
stall door, and reached for a towel. </span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was sad
to see all that skin covered up.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I handed
the phone over when Sam held out his hand.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"What'd
Lany do now?" Sam asked. He was silent for a moment as if he was listening
to Lyn talk and then he asked, "Lyn?" He chuckled. "Okay, just
making sure." Sam put the phone on speaker then set it on the counter. He
reached for an extra towel and began drying off. </span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had no
shame. </span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I leaned
against the doorframe and watched.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Sal
and Lany are busy because Lany fell and hurt himself," Lyn said in a
harried voice. "David is on his way to the airport to fly back from
visiting his aunt. You're next on my list."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I'm
in Martha's Vineyard, Lyn."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Martha's
Vineyard?" Lyn sounded confused.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Massachusetts."
</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"What
are you doing there?" </span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sam
grinned at me. "Angelo wanted to show his beach house."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wanted
to show him more than that. I just wasn't sure how to go about it. I had
carefully cultivated my friendship with Sam Brodsky over the years, wanting to
make sure he was a man I could trust. </span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'd met a
lot of boneheads in my time.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unfortunately,
my hesitation pushed us firmly into the friends category and I'd been trying
for ages to move us into the boyfriend category. I thought this trip to my
beach house might do it, but it looked like I might have hoped for too much.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Did
you all get the week off or something?" Lyn asked.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was
confused for a moment until I remembered that Officer Lyn Philips had resigned
from the SWAT unit Sam served on. He'd gone to work for the FBI's cyber crimes
division. Both were dangerous as hell. I'd rather run my corporation. At least
there, if someone tried to stab you in the back, it was usually financial and
not lethal.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Sal
gave us all a three day weekend so he could spend some time with Lany and the
kids."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I waved my
hand until I caught Sam's attention then quickly mouthed that I could fly him
home in just a few hours if he needed to go. I understood Sam's dedication to
his job and his friends. That was the world I wanted to belong to.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Angelo
says he can have his jet fly us back," Sam explained to Lyn, "but
it'll still be a few hours. Can you hold out that long?"</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Probably
not."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sam's eyes
were pinched with worry when he shot me a look. "Have you called
Clarke?"</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"No,
not yet. I still have a few people I can call."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sam rolled
his eyes. "You can call Clarke, you know. He was a little bent out of
shape when you quit, but I'm sure he'd still help you if you're in
trouble."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I'll
call him if I can't find anyone else."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I'll
have my pilot get the jet ready. We can fly out as soon as you're
dressed," I whispered before pulling my cell phone out of my pocket and
quickly typing out a message to my pilot. He was new so I didn't know how long
it would take him to get things going. </span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Okay,
Lyn." Sam sighed. "Angelo says he'll fly us back tonight. We should
be there in a few hours."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Let
me see if I can get a hold of Vinnie first. I don't want you to have to cut
your trip short. I'll talk to you later, Sam." </span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lyn hung
up before either Sam or I could say anything more.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"What
was that all about?"</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sam shook
his head. "I don't know, but Lyn usually isn't the one in trouble. Lany
is."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, I'd
heard about the things my brother-in-law did, and they made me shudder. My
brother should get a freaking metal.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"How
much time do you need to get ready to go?" I asked.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I guess it
was a good thing we hadn't gotten unpacked yet.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Ten
minutes tops."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Okay,
I'm going to grab my bag and call for a driver." I glanced at my watch.
"We should be to the airport in about thirty minutes."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Hey,
Ang, I appreciate you doing this. I know you wanted to spend the weekend here.
I'm sorry we have to go back early."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I shrugged
so he wouldn't know how much I wanted this, and how much I hated leaving.
"We can come back another weekend."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Yeah,
but how many weekends do you get off from work <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and</i> have a sitter for Cole?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not many. </span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It had
pretty much taken having all the planets aligned just to be here now. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Still, my
thoughts went back to how much Sam cared about his friends. If I wanted in his
life in a more permanent manner, I had to accept that about him. I even
appreciated that about him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sam
Brodsky was made loyal.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I'm
sure we can figure out another weekend."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'd tell
Sam Brodsky anything he liked as long as he kept smiling at me like I
mattered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Get
dressed."</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I turned
and walked out of the room before I could stay and beg.</span></div>
<div style="line-height: 150%; mso-mirror-indents: yes; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was
close.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My youngest daughter is a CNA in a retirement home. The facility where she works is on lockdown. No one in, no one out. The only people allowed to come and go are the staff and the person who comes in to test them to see if they have Covid-19. Even the doctors are doing their check-ins by video call.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Her facility practices safe procedures. They wear gowns, gloves, eye protection, and facemasks. It's the facemasks I want to talk about. H<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">er facility has issued each staff members four (4) N95 masks due to the shortage of masks across the world. Four. Why four? Because current believe is that Covid-19 cannot live on N95 material for more than three (3) days. So, they get four, and they rotate one out every day. They masks are sprayed with alcohol in-between uses and they are not allowed to leave the facility with the workers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My daughter is on the frontlines, giving care to those who cannot care for themselves. While I am so proud of her I could bust, I'm also terrified for her. Quitting her job isn't an option for my daughter. She needs her income to pay bills and put food on the table. With so many people out of work, holding onto her job is very important to her.</span></div>
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Her fiancé is also an essential worker. He works in a grocery store and faces new obstacles every day from people fed up with how things are in the world right now. People are frustrated. I get that, but he is just doing his job. The same job he's had for several years. The same job he had before this chaos started. It is not his fault that there might not be something stocked on the shelves. It's not his fault you have to wear a mask when you go into the store. It's not his fault that any of this is happening. He's just trying to support his family, my family, the best way he can.</div>
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I have not been able to hug my daughter since the stay-at-home order went into effect. I've had to stand six feet away and tell her how much I want to hug her and that I love her more than the air I breathe.</div>
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I've had to do this with all of my children and my grandchildren. Six feet apart, masks on, wave through the window, video call. I fear that this is the way of life currently and pray it ends soon. I only ask that you all remember that there are those out there doing the best that they can, and appreciate the sacrifices they are making to make sure our world continues to go round.</div>
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And as my daughter says, the signs and honks and Air Force flybys for frontline workers are wonderful, very much appreciated, but if you really want to thank us, wear a mask and adhere to safety guidelines.</div>
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Things are kind of stressful. We're all locked inside,
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So, I thought we could all do with a little pick-me-up. One
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