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Blurb
Keane
Morgan wouldn’t return any of my calls or texts, and I was pissed as hell about
it. I didn’t want to drive from Seattle to L.A. with the guy any more than he
wanted to drive with me, but I had no frickin’ choice in the matter--at least,
not if I wanted to use his brother Dax’s coveted parking spot at UCLA.
Okay,
so it turned out Keane was objectively gorgeous, and, fine, pretty funny, too.
But did he have to be so damned in love
with himself? I mean, jeez, the cocky way he flashed those dimples was just so orchestrated. And, honestly, what kind
of guy uses the phrase “baby doll” with a straight face? Oh, that’s right: the kind of guy who’s a male stripper.
Yup,
the cocky jerk turned out to be Seattle’s answer to Magic Mike, a stripper
known as “Ball Peen Hammer”--which meant Keane Morgan was emphatically not the kind of guy I’d ever fall for.
Not.
At. All.
No
freakin’ way.
Well,
until Keane convinced me to fall for him, that is.
Which
I did.
Hard.
Excerpt
Keane looks around the small motel
room while I sit in a rickety chair, watching him. He seems nervous, though I
can’t imagine why. Isn’t this what he does for a living?
“There isn’t a lot of room to
maneuver in here,” Keane says, biting the inside of his cheek. “I’m not gonna
be able to do most of my usual moves.”
“No judgment here,” I say. “Just jiggle a little bit and I’m sure I’ll be duly
impressed.”
Keane rolls his eyes. “I don’t jiggle, Maddy.
I dance.”
“Okay, gyrate. Writhe.
Shake your booty. Whatever. I’m just saying I’m easy to please.”
Keane twists his mouth, still surveying the small space. “I
can’t do any of my acrobatics or flips in here. This is gonna be pretty lame,
actually.” He sighs. “And I’ll definitely have to use the bed for some stuff.
Okay? Otherwise, there’s no place to maneuver.”
I bite my lip, trying not to smile. “Do whatever you think is best,” I say. “I
won’t know the difference. It’s my first lap dance, remember?”
Keane furrows his eyebrows adorably. “Okay. But just so you know I’m usually
way more exciting than what you’re about to see.”
I purse my lips and flare my nostrils, trying to keep a huge smile at bay. Why
the heckity-heck does Keane seem so freaking nervous? “Don’t worry,” I say. “I’ll mention the cramped performing
space when I write my Yelp review.”
“Hang on.” Without warning, he leans over me, giving me a
whiff of his delicious, soapy scent, grabs ahold of either side of my chair,
and rotates me a quarter turn so I’m facing the length of the narrow “alley”
between the beds and the dresser. “Okay, that’s better,” Keane says. “Gives me
a little more room to work with.” He grabs a shirt from his duffel bag and
throws it over the lamp on the nightstand, further dimming the already low
lighting in the room. “Can I use your laptop to play some music?”
“Sure.” I motion to my computer on the bed and tell him the
password.
After calling up something on my computer, Keane places the
laptop onto the dresser to my left. “Press play on the song when I cue you,” he
says.
“Yes, sir.”
Keane positions himself a few feet in front of me, his head
bowed, his hands clasped in front of his crotch, his legs spread into an
athletic stance, but before he can do anything else, I burst into a manic
giggle.
Keane looks up. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I just realized I’ve paid a male stripper for
a private lap dance in a motel room.” I snicker. “Okay. I’m good now. Proceed.”
I exhale and shake out my arms.
After a beat, Keane puts his head down again, but then
immediately raises his face to look at me again. “Picture colorful lights
swirling around the room, okay?”
“Ooooh. Aaaaaaah. Pretty.”
Keane levels me with the most hilariously annoyed expression
he’s ever flashed at me (which is saying a lot). “Are you gonna be sardonic this entire time, or can you at
least try to act like a normal pickle
with a dollar bill?”
“Sorry. I will most definitely relax and act like a normal
pickle with a dollar bill, starting now.”
“Thank you.” He takes a deep breath, shakes out his arms,
clasps his hands in front of his crotch again, and lowers his head. “Cue
music,” he says.
I dutifully reach over to my computer and press play on the
song Keane’s got cued up on YouTube: “Pony” by Ginuwine, of course.
The song begins blaring in the small room. But Keane doesn’t
move. To the contrary, through the first familiar chords of the iconic song,
Keane remains stock-still, apparently letting anticipation build the same way
Channing Tatum did when he danced to this song in Magic Mike. And I must say his tactic is working like a charm: I’m
transfixed.
But, still, Keane doesn’t move, other than to subtly flex
the muscles on his forearms.
Finally, after a few bars of the song, Keane begins moving
his hips and slowly touching his chest over the fabric of his tight black
T-shirt—an understated move that most definitely piques my interest—and when
the song reaches Ginuwine’s vocals, Keane’s magnificent body finally springs to
animated life, jerking and gyrating to the beat of the music.
Whoa. Hotness. I had no idea Keane
could move like this. He’s as fluid as mercury.
“Woohoo!” I scream. “Yeah, baby! Now that’s
what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!”
Keane smirks at me, as if to say, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He thrusts his
pelvis in rapid succession and then glides back a step, his body shuddering.
“Channing’s got nothing on you, baby!” I shout.
Keane’s body is bending and twisting now, undulating like an upright worm along
with the song.
“Yeah, baby!” I shout.
In one easy motion, Keane leans completely back, touches the
ground with his fingertips, and then pops back up to standing.
“Wow!” I scream.
Keane’s suddenly on his hands in the tight space and then back on his feet, and
then he’s dry humping the floor with jaw-dropping thrusts, much to my shrieking
delight. Then he’s back on his feet, peeling off his T-shirt while thrusting
his pelvis into the air like he’s in the throes of extremely rough sex. Holy
hell, Keane’s sweatpants are riding so low on his hips, it’s a wonder they’re
not falling off when he’s moving like that.
“Woohoo!” I shriek, laughing gleefully.
Keane throws his T-shirt onto the bed and shoots me a smolder so intense, my
breathing hitches.
“Sexy,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, though I’d intended to scream the
word.
In a flash, Keane’s standing over me as I sit in my chair, his body heat
wafting over me. Right in time with the music, he picks my chair up off the
ground with me in it, making me shriek, and then quickly releases my seat to
the ground while holding my body up by my ass.
I open my mouth to say, “Hey, I remember that from the movie,” but before I can
get the words out, Keane’s got my thighs on his shoulders and my crotch in his
face.
“Oh my . . .” is all I can manage to eek out as Keane shakes
his head into my crotch like a voracious dog with a bone. But before I can say
anything more, Keane’s strong arms are cradling my back and lowering me
confidently onto the bed.
“Oh my God,” I gasp. “Wow.”
In a flash, Keane’s on top of me, his forearms resting on
either side of my head, his pelvis dry-humping me to the beat of the song.
“Whoa. At least buy me a drink first, big guy,” I say.
Keane flips me onto my stomach and, an instant later, his pelvis
is driving into my ass in cadence with the sexy music.
“Okay, now I’m gonna need dinner and dessert,” I say.
Keane exhales from behind me and stops moving. After a beat, he flips me over
onto my back and straddles me with his strong thighs, his knees on either side
of my hips, his sweatpants riding low. “Are you not feeling this at all?” he asks, his breathing labored.
“Oh,” I say, taken aback. I feel my cheeks blush a deep
crimson. “Am I supposed to be reacting differently? I’m sorry.”
“No, I just mean . . .” He stares down at me for a long
beat, his blue eyes blazing, his muscles tensing. “This isn’t turning you on at all?”
“Oh. Um. Of
course, it is. I mean, you’re gorgeous. Look at you. And your smoove mooves are amazing. I especially
liked that back-door-action simulation.”
There’s a long beat of silence as Keane stares at me, apparently rendered
speechless.
Damn. I feel like I’m saying exactly the wrong thing here.
“And, hey, you did that oral-sex simulation from the movie even better than
Channing Tatum,” I add, filling the awkward silence.
Keane’s eyes are burning. Wordlessly, he grabs my hands and
places them above my head on the bed, his eyes boring holes into my face like
laser beams. But he doesn’t speak.
“Um,” I say. I swallow hard. Whoa, this is kinda hot all of
a sudden. “And, um, when you ripped off your shirt,” I whisper, my heartbeat
suddenly raging in my ears, “that part was really . . . ” I trail off, too
flustered to finish my sentence. Wow, this is suddenly really, really hot.
Keane lets out a shaky breath but, still, he doesn’t speak.
He slides his palms into mine and clasps my fingers. “That part was really what?” he finally asks softly, his eyes
flickering with heat.
“Cool?”
Keane smirks. He releases my fingers and slides his palms
out of mine, down past my wrists and forearms, over my armpits, all the way
down to my ribcage, where he finally lets his hands come to a rest mere inches
from my breasts.
I open my mouth to speak, thinking I should fill the silence
between us, but I’m suddenly too overcome to form words. Every inch of the
flesh Keane just touched is tingling like crazy. And I’m hyper-aware of the
placement of his warm, strong hands on my body. If he moved them a mere inch,
he’d be touching my breasts.
“Did I do anything at all to get your motor running?” Keane
asks softly, his eyes locked with mine, his pelvis heavy on top of me.
I let out a long exhale to steady myself. I’m really not
sure how to answer Keane’s question. Honestly, this thing he’s doing to me
right now is getting my motor running ten times more than the actual “lap
dance” he performed a few minutes ago.
When I don’t reply to his question, Keane slides his hands
up from my ribcage—over my armpits, past the sensitive undersides of my arms,
across my forearms and wrists—and into my palms again.
But he remains quiet.
Good God, what’s he doing to me? He’s wreaking havoc on my
body with the simplest of touches.
Keane leans over me, his eyes burning like coals, his
fingers intertwined in mine. “You weren’t feeling it at all?” he whispers.
“Oh, no, I totally was,” I sputter. “It’s just that .
. . um . . .” I begin. I take a deep breath, gathering myself. “When you did
your whole stripper-thing, it felt like you were doing a Channing Tatum
impression—like you were playing a character, rather than just being Keane.” I swallow hard. “And . . . um.” I shut my mouth.
Keane’s begun gliding his hands from my palms down toward my torso again, and
I’m too overcome with tingles to speak further.
“And . . ?” Keane coaxes as he runs his hands down and then
back up my arms, his body hulking over mine.
My heart is pounding like a freakin’ jackhammer. And so is
my crotch. What the heck is this shirtless boy doing to me, pinning me here on
the bed and caressing my bare flesh like that? He’s turning me into a freakin’
pile of goo. “And . . .” I swallow hard again.
“Tell me,” Keane says.
Shoot. I really don’t think I should say the words on the
tip of my tongue. Once I say them, I won’t be able to stuff them back in again,
after all—and, as sexy as Keane is—and, damn, he’s most definitely sexy—I have
no intention of nudging this friendship of ours outside the friend zone.
Or do I?
“And . . ?” Keane prompts again, his face on fire.
I exhale a long, shaky breath. “And
I think,” I begin, my tongue thick and clumsy in my mouth. “Um. It turns out .
. . I think Keane Morgan is . . . much . . . sexier . . . than Ball Peen
Hammer.” I take a deep breath. “Much, much
sexier.”
About the Author
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Today and international bestselling author Lauren Rowe lives in San Diego,
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Blurb
That
moment your life changes.
That
moment that changes your life.
That
moment you love someone more than you love yourself.
That
was the moment we gave our son up for adoption and the moment I was left bare.
A wide-open space that would forever be empty.
There
are moments that define you as a person, moments that prove just how strong you
are, moments you push yourself to keep going forward when all you really want
to do is give up. It was in one of those moments when I reached out and found
him waiting for me.
When
Shelby Calder left home fifteen years ago, she never planned on returning to
the Alaskan town she left behind. But after the death of her grandfather and a
bitter divorce, she hopes going home will be a fresh start for her and her
ten-year-old son.
Zach
Watters has made a lot of mistakes in his life. But when he sees Shelby Calder,
looking more beautiful than ever, standing outside her childhood home, he
promises himself that letting her go won't be a mistake he ever makes again.
Some
things never change and love is one of them.
About the Author:
Aurora
Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy.
She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her
Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as
the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration
everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies
with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to
nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she
appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
BEAST
by Alana Albertson
Publication Date: June 14, 2016
Genres: New Adult, Contemporary Romance, Military Romance
Publication Date: June 14, 2016
Genres: New Adult, Contemporary Romance, Military Romance
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Synopsis: Love doesn’t need to be perfect, it just needs to be true.
Isabella—Grady Williams is a national treasure, the youngest living Medal of Honor recipient, America’s scarred superhero. With tattooed arms sculpted from carrying M-16s, this bad boy has girls begging from sea to shining sea to get a piece of his action.
When my father squanders away my college fund, I make a deal with this dirty-talking Devil Dog—I will pretend to be Grady’s girlfriend for the Marine Corps Ball, and my dad will write Grady’s war memoir.
Grady is fearless. Hell, this badass jumped on a grenade to save his fellow Marines! As much as I crave him, I refuse to allow myself to become addicted to a dangerous man who will detonate my heart.
Grady—Isabella Cuesta is an angel who can see beyond my mangled skin, a pawn used to repay her father’s debt, a woman who makes me feel like a man instead of a monster.
But I no longer believe in fairy tales.
She’s mine until our contract ends. I’ll take her hard and rough, listen to all her hopes and fears, lay down my life to protect her.
This beauty will never let herself love a dangerous man like me—a man who has killed, a man who runs towards gunfire, a man who never backs down from a fight.
But without her love, I’m not a man—I’ll remain forever a beast.
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Grenade by Bruno Mars
One by Metallica
I'm Not Giving You Up by Gloria Estefan
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If You're Reading This by Tim McGraw
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Giveaway
Bad Boys After Dark: Mick
Melissa Foster
Publication date: June 22nd 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance
Melissa Foster
Publication date: June 22nd 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance
The Bad Boys are a series of stand-alone romances that may also be enjoyed as part of the larger Love in Bloom series.
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Indulge your inner vixen…
You asked for naughtier lovers, with the same fierce loyalty as The Bradens – Meet the Bad Boys… Four sinfully sexy, uber alpha brothers, about to fall head over heels for their leading ladies.
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Everything’s naughtier after dark…
Amanda Jenner is done being a boring-man magnet and has finally taken control of her love life. As any smart paralegal would, she’s researched the hell out of how to seduce a man. She’s waxed, primped, and ready to put her newfound skills into action–and a masquerade bar crawl is the perfect venue for her solo coming-out party.
Entertainment attorney Mick Bad lives by two hard and fast rules. He never mixes business with pleasure, and he doesn’t do relationships, which makes the anonymity of a masquerade bar crawl the perfect place for a onetime hookup.
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Amanda thinks she’s hit the jackpot when she bags a tall, dark, and sinfully delicious masked man–until she discovers the man she’s made out with is her off-limits boss. Mick’s already crossed a line he can never uncross, and one taste of sweet and sexy Amanda has only whet his appetite. When Mick offers to give Amanda a lesson in seduction–no strings, no regrets, and for goodness’ sake, come Monday, no quitting–the tables turn, and Mick’s totally unprepared for the lessons this sweet temptress provides.
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BAD BOYS AFTER DARKMickDylan (coming soon)Carson (coming soon)Brett (coming soon)More After Dark books:WILD BOYS AFTER DARK (Available Now!)LoganHeathJacksonCooperThe AFTER DARK series are part of the LOVE IN BLOOM big family romance collection. Each book may be read as a stand-alone novel, or as part of the series.
Sneak Peek
LURED BY THE pulse of sex and anonymity, Amanda Jenner moved through the dusky bar, brushing against silk, satin, cotton, and flesh, each graze feeding the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Blue lights misted over sweaty strangers lost in the seductive bump and grind of foreplay and hoping for a night of erotic pleasure. If Amanda tried hard enough, she could smell tomorrow’s scent du jour—regret. Tonight she had no room for the confidence-crushing worry of what tomorrow would bring. She scanned the crowd, as she had in the previous three bars, immediately dismissing anyone who wasn’t in costume. Her world was full of boring men who excelled at wining, dining, and boring her to sleep. Ten years of romance novels and movies had led her astray, looking for the elusive needle in a haystack. She’d led herself astray, always the careful thinker, careful dresser. Or as her younger sister, Ally, would say, Careful kisser, careful lover. Ally, however, had taken charge of her sex life—and she’d found the perfect man.
Now it’s my turn.
Author Bio:Melissa hosts an Aspiring Authors contest for children and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa lives in Maryland with her family.
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This wasn't going at all as I planned. I looked from one man to the other, realizing the quiet message that had passed between them, and exactly what implications it had for me.
"You can't mean –"
"That's exactly what I mean," Caleb said, throwing me a snide smile. "I can't leave you alone, not even to take a piss. Although I hate to share sight of your most voluptuous form with any other man, at least he's just a human, and a good alpha does what he must for the good of his pack."
"They're not your pack," I ground out. His gaze traveled across the room to where the rather overly done and posh en suite bathroom waited.
"You have exactly one hour," he said. "Make it worth my wait." I watched him leave, pulling the door that shut off the suite from the portico closed behind him with quiet rage.
I was still chewing over a dozen different ways I was going to kill him when I felt Jeb's hands pull my wrists toward him through the bars. I winced as the silver burned my skin, and before I realized what he was doing, he had the silver handcuffs snapped closed around them.
"You can't be serious," I said, breathing through the pain. "How can I take a bath like this?" Jeb shrugged.
"The quicker we get it over with, the quicker you'll have them off." He unlocked the cell door and stepped inside.
"I already have a bullet embedded in my shoulder. What the hell do you think I can accomplish?" I said, watching him lock the door and toss the key on the other side and realizing I'd wasted a chance to escape.
"The cuffs aren't for control," he said. "They're for containment. The bullet is for control."
"Bastard," I said. "I'll dig the fucking thing out myself." His sandy brow quirked.
"Be my guest," he said. "Go at it."
"What does he have on you?" I demanded, but instead of answering, he disappeared into the en suite bath, and I heard the sound of the taps running water into the tub. "It won't work you know," I shouted toward the door. "I might not be able to transform, but neither am I going to soap up into some revolting froth for a sick wolf's fantasy or for yours either." I squirmed as I stood shackled to the bars. Everywhere the silver touched set fire to my skin and I had to pant through the pain, focus so I wouldn't pass out.
He poked his head around the door jam. "You don't get it, do you?"
"Get what?" I said. "That he wants you to watch me take a bath, get your jollies while I touch myself." I chuckled loud enough that he would get the dripping sarcasm if he missed the message in my next words. "Oh buddy, I get it. What you don't get is that there's no way he's going to let you live afterwards."
I thought mocking him might make him angry enough to barge back into the room where I could grab him. Worst-case scenario, let me go because he feared for his life. I didn't expect one sandy brow lifted with seeming amusement.
"You're not very smart for a bad ass assassin." I leaned against the bars, careful to let only my clothes touch, and hissed at him.
"Come closer and see how smart I am." He leaned against the doorjamb of the bathroom, crossing one ankle over the other as he crossed his arms over his chest. "About as smart as a bag of hammers."
"Human bastard," I said. "What do you know?"
"I know you're about ready to sink to your knees from the pain," he said. "I know that you won't be able to stand that agony for much more than a few more moments. I know that I'm going to have to wrestle you into the tub and then I'm going to have to hold you up out of the water to keep you from drowning as you struggle."
"Struggle," I said, panting as the burning found its way beneath the top layer of skin. "An assassin doesn't struggle. An assassin goes to war."
"Oh, you're going to struggle."
"And what makes you say that?"
"Because I'm going to wash that voluptuous body of yours and you're not going to like it."
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Oh my god that was just mean ladies. You lure me
in with sexy strippers, get me all invested in Drew and Aubs & then bam
where the hell is the rest of the book? I mean seriously when the hell am I
getting the next book?
I absolutely love brother’s best friend romances
but from the blurb of this I was nervous I was going to be a blubbering mess
for most of this book. I knew it was book one of the Men of Mornington but I
thought it was going to be a set of standalones of each of the men. So when I
hit that cliff-hanger I had a little meltdown.
Aubrey returns to Australia to be with her
brother after he is diagnosed with cancer. After chemo and radiation fail the
only option left is an experimental treatment they can’t afford.
Enter the Men of Mornington. These men have been
friends forever and would do anything for each other. So when the idea of
stripping to raise some of the much needed funds is thrown out there they all
reluctantly oil up.
With all the emotion of Max’s declining health
and the stress of coming up with the necessary money, Max’s best friend and
Aubrey’s childhood crush, Drew steps in to offer a shoulder to lean on and
Aubrey’s crush comes back in full force.
As always drama and misunderstandings ensue, but
all the plot twists I thought I saw coming didn’t all arrive and just when I
thought I knew what was going to happen next the dreaded cliff hanger struck.
So now I am going to sit pathetically waiting
for the next instalment. I am so hooked on the Men of Morningside.
Mariana Zapata is amazing. I knew I loved Kulti
but I forgot all the nuances in her novels that make it seem like so much more.
If you saw this on a shelf it would be classified as a sports romance but that
is probably the worst injustice you could do this novel.
Yes it’s a sports romance but damn is there so
much more to it that it’s almost impossible to explain all that there was to
love about it and why but since this is meant to be a book review I had better
try.
I guess first and foremost it is the amazing
writing of Mariana Zapata. It feels like there are all these layers to her
words that as I sit back and read the story have me looking at life in a
different perspective. I seriously couldn’t put this book down but when I was
forced to (damn kids wanting an education) I spent every second I was away from
it obsessing over it and trying to make my husband care about these amazing
people I was reading about.
Then there is the perfect characters and all
that they bring. Add in beautiful secondary characters and a few not so
beautiful but told in such depth I felt like I could run them down with my car
and a story that has absolutely everything you could need. Oh and a puppy!!!!!
Vanessa had me from the start, her inner monologue
and no shit attitude coupled with everything she had been through made me fall
in love with her from the first page. And damn did her descriptions of Aiden
make me think he was an uncaring ass for half the book and make me think he
walked on water for the rest without me wondering if I had missed something, or
if the heroine was an idiot who forgave unforgivable shit.
And although the star of the story was the
beautifully sculpted and amazingly complex, Wall of Winnipeg and all the things
Vanessa saw in him, I never could get over all that was Vanessa. Don’t get me
wrong, since the story was told from Vanessa’s P.O.V. we knew what she was
thinking and feeling and got to know her completely but I loved her more for
the fact she saw Aiden’s flaws and didn’t
make excuses or allowances for his actions or behaviour. She just got to know
him and understand why he was how he was and see that some of the things she
thought were one thing were in fact something else entirely
But watching Aiden trying to show his love for
her in the small ways he knew how to express it made me ache for him. He was so
sweet and yet seemed such an arsehole until it all came together in little bits
and pieces and damn did he melt me.
The down side to the story however was that it
was a very slow build up and I think it was 80 or 90% before I got a sex scene.
Luckily it was a damn good one and I felt it in a good way. I also would have
liked to see a little more of a wrap up for some of the secondary characters. I
felt like throughout the story I got teased with these little threads and while
I was waiting for it to go somewhere it never did, so sitting down after the
fact, trying to put my thoughts and feelings into words I am sitting here going
over all these little threads that I can still feel pulling on me to explore
them deeper which sadly I can’t.
That all said I did feel like it finished
beautifully and I can’t wait to see what will come next from the amazing
Marian. But honestly if you haven’t read this or Kulti yet you need to go out
and grab them both for the weekend.
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