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A goblin king is cursed to live as the Lantern Jack
Lantrien Jacquard, also known as Lantern Jack, is a cursed goblin king who wreaked havoc before being banished to live life as an immortal jack-o-lantern. When he's given the task of righting his wrongs, he's ready to embark on a path to freedom by striving to end the battles, feuds, and strife between warring factions of the supernatural realm.
All Hallow's $2.00 Tip [Item Number: SR001LJT]
Wizards and sorcerers don't mix … until Adria meets Lynx on All Hallow's
Adria Arbuckle is a wizard who lives a life of solitude away from her ward to avoid the political infighting. Lynx Latimer is a sorcerer who has to leave his sect behind and start over after a particularly nasty defeat at the hands of his former lover. Neither is looking for romance, but Lantrien Jacquard has other ideas. His curse keeps him confined to the mortal world as a jack-o-lantern, but he's finally allowed to right some of his wrongs, beginning with ending a centuries-old feud between the wizards and the sorcerers.
[Halloween, holiday romance, paranormal romance, wizards, sorcerers, m/f, Lantern Jack]
4 Firecracker heat level
Excerpt:
Adria Arbuckle put the
finishing touches on her Halloween décor. Her favorite holiday—even if
cliché—because she could freely wear her wizard robes the entire season. And
she had some kick ass garb she liked to show off.
Separated from her
ward, she practiced alone and the solitary pursuit saddened her. Wizards were
gatherers by nature.
She put a battery-operated
tea light in her newly carved pumpkin. "Maybe someday I can go back."
Right. Only if political infighting stopped, which would never happen in her
lifetime.
Too many wizards with
archaic viewpoints prevented any kind of forward progress. Who cared about a
centuries' old feud when numbers grew smaller with each passing year?
Adria couldn't abide
the hardline approach her ward took regarding other supernatural practitioners
and never mingling together. Witches, warlocks, sorcerers should all share
their gifts. And they should welcome friendly exchanges with the shifters,
hunters, and other gifted races.
Adria snorted.
"But, oh no, that's just not possible. The others aren't worthy. They'll
steal our knowledge and use it against us." She mimicked the standard line
of bull she'd grown up hearing. "Totally stupid, if you ask me. A person
can't steal something that's freely given." She rolled her eyes and went
back inside her cute little cottage.
She crossed the small
foyer and grabbed another box from the closet tucked under the stairs leading
to the second floor. Peeking inside, she grinned and wiggled her finger,
directing her magic, and watched the primitive scarecrows dance up and out of
the container, shuffling their straw legs in a fun little jig. Laughing, she
placed the box on the built-in bench and snagged the holiday creatures and set
them on the table in her living room. Digging her wand out of her sleeve, she
guided the decorative men in a straight line on the smooth, oak surface then
swirled the pencil-sized ash stick so they dropped in a jaunty heap.
Stepping back, she
nodded. "Perfect." Tucking the wand back in her sleeve, she walked
into the kitchen to brew a pot of tea.
BEASTLY SHADOWS $3.00 Tip [Item Number: SR002LJT]
Lantern Jack is back.
To end a centuries-old feud between werewolves and the hunters, Lantern Jack has to right another wrong. He sets out to bring childhood friends Belinda "Bebe" Beasley and Mannix Mortimer together on Halloween night, but to do so he has to put Mannix in the path of a bullet.
[Halloween, holiday romance, paranormal romance, shifters, hunters, m/f, Lantern Jack, sexy romance, sexy short]
4 Firecracker heat level
Excerpt:
Lantrien Jacquard, also known as
Lantern Jack, heaved a weary sigh. "Another long, lonely year. But at
least I had time to plan my next good deed." Being cursed and trapped as a
pumpkin limited his ability, but he managed to set up an excellent scenario.
And probably not a
moment too soon.
The werewolf population
dwindled with every new generation. Something Jack hadn't considered when he
set previous events in motion. When lupine keepers became hunters.
Yeah, didn't think
that one through at all.
Then again, his
compromised state of mind didn't leave room for making good choices back then.
Losing his life-mate drove Jack to the brink of madness. Grief, as a motivator,
rarely created good things.
Pitting the keepers
against the werewolves definitely counted as a bad deed. At one time, the
protectors kept the wolves' domain safe on the human side. They gave the
shifters the freedom to run and roam on the full moon. Now they hunted the
lupine members and if the wrong remained unfixed, a majestic race would die
out. And Jack would never again know freedom.
Time to make amends
again and stay on the path of redemption.
He should feel guilty
for putting one of the werewolves in a sticky spot, but Jack would make certain
the hunter inflicted only minimal damage. And the wolf he'd chosen as the
target wouldn't go down without a fight.
The hunter that would
save him—if Jack read the signs correctly—would also be in a bit of peril, but
Jack didn't doubt she'd prove savvy enough to overcome generations of ingrained
distrust and hatred.
She only needed a nudge
in the right direction.
And I'm just the spirit-infused
pumpkin to do it.
~*~
Holiday spirits are tasked with bringing opposites together.
Holiday spirits make the Yule season bright. They also bring preternatural couples together, especially when it will right old wrongs or fix misconceptions.
AN ENCHANTED YULE $2.00 Tip [Item Number: SR001HSS]
A holiday spirit brings Yuletide romance to Mercy and Andre.
Mercy Mayweather, a sorcerer, wants to keep her own counsel and walks away from a relationship to do it. Andre Addison, a wizard, is tired of being treated as a lower life form by Mercy's ex. The holiday spirit tasked with bringing the duo together over Yule faces a huge challenge.
[Yule, Solstice, holiday romance, paranormal romance, sorcerers, wizards, m/f, sexy romance, sexy short, Holiday Spirit]
4 Firecracker heat level
Excerpt:
Hollis Goldstar settled in by the
fireplace and opened his new book. He loved the Yule season—cold weather, warm
fires, and a new world to explore between the pages. He got through the
prologue before the zing of energy pulsed under his skin, followed by the
tinkling of a bell.
He slapped the tome shut.
"Dammit. I thought for sure I'd have this holiday off." He'd worked
the last three Yule seasons and deserved a break.
But apparently some misguided
couple needed to find their way to each other and their joining had to happen
over the season. Sometimes being a holiday spirit sucked huge dragons. Heaving
a sigh, he retrieved his deck of holiday destinations and shuffled through the
locations. He found a quaint bed and breakfast, which should function
adequately for his needs. Personally, he thought manor house looked like a
bucket of charm puked all over the place, but that kind of thing usually
appealed to the human side of his charges. They always seemed spellbound by the
décor and found the sentiment appealing.
He had his work cut out for him.
Bringing a sorcerer and a wizard together could prove to be a challenge. He
rifled through the information file the spirit master left. Mercy Mayweather,
the sorcerer. Twenty-seven, beautiful, smart as a whip, but she'd chosen the
worst possible man to spend her time with. Nathanial Ashford hated wizards and
did all he could to keep them down. And now, after breaking up with him, Mercy
paid a price with being ostracized. A difficult situation, especially during
Yule, when the gifted communities tended to gather together.
The wizard, Andre Addison, acted as
a leader for the community of wand-bearers. He regularly butted heads with
Ashford over being kept in the dark and not being allowed to have a seat on the
council governing the supernatural community. At twenty-nine, his good looks
drew plenty women in, but his surly attitude often kept them at bay. Maybe a
little one-on-one time with a newly single female could do the trick.
Then again, Hollis might not be
able to let nature take its course this time around.
Heaving a sigh, he inscribed two
enchanted invitations and sent them into the mist.
Time would tell if his charges were
open to the possibility of outer forces being at work.
A BRIGHT, BURNING YULE $2.00 Tip [Item Number: SR002HSS]
A holiday spirit brings Yuletide romance to Nyssa Nameth and Braddox Bennington.
Stella Silverbell, a holiday spirit, is tasked with bringing Nyssa Nameth, the ultra-female werewolf, together with the Braddox Bennington, the prime hunter of all wolf shifters, during the Yule season. Their joining can end centuries of misconception, but they have to get over their preconceived notions first.
[Yule, Solstice, holiday romance, paranormal romance, werewolves, hunters, m/f, sexy romance, sexy short, Holiday Spirit]
3 Firecracker heat level
Excerpt:
Stella
Silverbell, holiday spirit extraordinaire, smoothed her hand down the skirt of
her little red dress and flashed a smile at her reflection in the ornate mirror
she'd inherited from her grandmother.
Turning to the side, she found
nothing out of place. "Stella, you're gonna blow his mind." Tom
Tinsel wouldn't know what hit him.
She'd looked forward to the
upcoming date with a fellow spirit for ages. Nothing like the Yule season to
make a wish come true.
She crossed to her vanity, selected
her favorite scent—Ethereal Mist—and spritzed each of her pulse points. She
placed the bottle in its spot when a zing of energy buzzed along her skin and a
bell tinkled.
Stella groaned. "Noooooo.
Not tonight." Maybe she'd get an easy match and she could be fashionably
late for dinner…
The mission details appeared on her
vanity.
Stella sank down onto the stool.
"No such luck. Who did I piss off to land this ultimate challenge?"
She dashed off a quick note and sent it via the shadow realm to Tom.
"Here's hoping he'll take a rain check and be happy to ring in the new
year with me instead.
Stella slipped off her killer red
heels and grabbed the file the spirit masters provided. Taking the folder, she
retrieved a cup of tea from the shadows and settled on her bed to plan her
course of action. "Bringing a female wolf shifter and a hunter together?
Only the Yule season could maybe make that feasible." She shuffled through
several possible locations to attempt this crazy match. "Aha! Goodacre Bed
and Breakfast." Hollis Goldstar had excellent luck with ending a
long-standing feud between sorcerers and wizards at the charming B and B.
The three-story manor house,
nestled in an enchanted forest and only reachable by shadow manipulation or
portal, had everything Stella could want for a romantic setup. And she'd need
every last trick in her repertoire of magick to pull this mission off. Taking a
sip of her tea, she read through her female charge's file. Nyssa Nameth,
twenty-five, the first female ultra wolf in over a century.
Stella clicked her tongue against
her teeth. "Girl, you've got special snowflake syndrome written all over
you." No doubt a lot of pressure to live with.
And Braddox Bennington didn't have
things much easier. His family controlled the hunter population, which had
thinned out the werewolves almost to the point of extinction. Stella shook her
head. "It's not supposed to be like this. Hunters used to protect the werewolves from other
predators, namely humans." A tragic incident with a mating surge ended the
long tradition.
Braddox turned twenty-nine recently
and took over leadership as the prime hunter after his father's death. But he could
have some competition in the form of about a dozen siblings and cousins who
wanted the job more than Braddox. If any of them threw out a challenge and
Braddox lost, the turmoil for the shifters would only increase.
Stella blew out a breath.
"Damn, Braddox. They don't make them small where you come from, do
they?" He had the physique of an outdoorsman who used nature as his
crossfit playground.
Of course, having some
preternatural ability would only heighten the total experience of being one
with the earth.
Letting out a low whistle, Stella
got to work crafting two invitations for her wayward charges. She sent them off
via the shadow realm with instructions on when to deliver the missives. She
then got up and changed into some traveling clothes. She'd need to do some
preliminary groundwork to ready the manor house for her guests.
Her lips curved upward.
"Definitely got my work cut out with this one. The spirit masters better
appreciate the scope of this request."
~*~
When gods and mortals play together … the result is often unexpected.
Welcome to a world where gods and goddesses of various pantheons mix and mingle with mere earthly mortals—often with unexpected results. Deities can't seem to help themselves and have to meddle with their human counterparts. Sometimes the godly being offers much needed assistance, but occasionally they lash out and cause harm.
But mostly, the amalgamation of deified power and human nature combines to be highly entertaining.
CUPID'S CURSE $3.00 Tip [Item Number: SR001MG]
Cursed by the god of love, Archer Stewart, a Cupid of the First Order, knows exactly who to blame—his fellow cupid, Bree Daniels.
Archer Stewart, a Cupid of the First Order, suffers the wrath of Eros when he nips the wrong woman with an arrow. Cursed by the god of love, Arch spends his days making perfect matches or he has to deal with some unpleasant consequences.
Bree Daniels is indirectly responsible for Arch's predicament and seeks advice from Aphrodite, hoping to find a way to make amends. After almost two years apart, Bree finally realizes Arch is the man she wants and she's willing to risk her immortality to set him free.
[Valentine adjacent, paranormal, cupid, paranormal romance, gods and goddesses, m/f, sexy short, sexy romance]
3 Firecracker heat level
Excerpt:
The push-pull-whoosh feeling
weighed on Bree and she shoved everything else aside and readied herself to pop
in on Arch.
She blipped, shimmered, and landed
with a flourish—something she'd perfected by lots of practice—to find Arch
comfortably sprawled on the overstuffed couch, chatting it up with Merry
Deerfield.
Stupid cow.
And Arch didn't seem the least bit
uncomfortable having Miss Merry practically sitting in his lap.
Stupid man.
But worse, neither one paid her any
attention.
Not part of the plan. But she could
adjust.
Tilting her head sideways, she
cleared her throat. "I'm so sorry… I'm not interrupting anything, am
I?"
Arch flicked a glance toward the
hour glass by the viewing pool. "Would it matter if you were?" His
tone clearly indicated it wouldn't have bothered him.
Bree didn't like to be on the
defensive as soon as she arrived. It made her off kilter. Her bravado saved
her.
She tossed her head and sent a
bored look in Arch's direction. "Not to me, but I imagine it would to you."
Her gazed shifted to Merry. "And your friend, of course." Bree waited
a beat. "No one likes to be caught with their pants down."
Arch snorted. "Except
you."
Okay, totally not fair. And it only
happened one time, dammit.
Bree hid her embarrassment behind
an audacious front. "Well, yes…" She flicked her gaze toward Merry
again. "But I'm not standard fare around here."
To Merry's credit, she only rolled
her eyes in response to the insult.
Arch didn't hold back. "Bree,
you're not standard fare anywhere." He got up and gave Merry a hand.
"You're more like an overused trend… not worth the price."
Bree flinched. That one hurt. But
she couldn't blame him for lashing out.
Arch's voice went flat.
"You're also late."
Bree recovered quickly. "For
which I'll happily apologize." She remembered her conversation with
Aphrodite and grinned. "It really couldn't be helped."
Arch shook his head. "Let me
guess… you were tied to a bedpost and lost track of time?"
~*~
Escape to Insula Ara, an island sanctuary that provides refuge … but it comes with a price.
Legend tells of a mysterious island called Sanctuary,
inhabited by people who have been to hell and back—and lived to tell the tale.
It goes on to say, that if someone needs help, if they are truly without hope, the island will come to them in their darkest hour and help them find the way.
But the assistance comes with a price. Their heart and soul may be lost to the island in the process.
AN IDYLLIC AFFAIR $5.00 Tip [Item Number: SR001IA]
On
the run from their enemies, an island sanctuary gives Geoff and Linnea time for
An Idyllic Affair.
Privateers by trade, Geoff MacLeod and Linnea Jensen find
sanctuary on Insula Ara, a mysterious island full of wonder and a tinge of
darkness. When Geoff and Linnea embark on a quest to retrieve a badly needed
part for their ship, they find their deep attraction for each other hard to
resist, and under the spell of the island, they have to tread carefully or
succumb to the swirling undercurrents.
[Insula Ara, paranormal, paranormal romance, romance, sci-fi romance, science fiction romance, m/f, sexy romance, sexy short]
3 Firecracker heat level
Excerpt:
"Hot damn, Captain … we pulled
it off!"
Geoff MacLeod raised an eyebrow at
his helmsman, Marcus Ramsey. "Let's get clear of the blockade before we
start celebrating, Mr. Ramsey." He directed his attention to his executive
officer, Linnea Jensen. "XO? Tell me we're close."
They gazed at the same the
screenshot on the monitor, but where he relied on instinct for guidance, Linnea
used cold, hard facts to their advantage. She'd know the instant their ship,
the Charming Lady, would be beyond
the obstruction and into semi-safe territory.
Linnea waited a beat then glanced
up from her charts. "Another three hundred kilometers and we're clear. So
far, no pursuit from the Axis Prime." Her face lit up with a grin, but
fell flat when a bogie blipped into view on the monitor. "Shit. Check
that. Three AP vessels, closing in fast." She spun around, punched a
button, and brought the holographic view screen up in the middle of the bridge.
"We're boxed in."
Geoff moved to stand beside her.
"Son of a bitch."
It didn't matter he and his merry
band of mercenaries had only recently—and secretly—become sanctioned privateers
for the United Forces. Things had finally heated up in the long, cold war
between the two opposing factions and if Geoff and his crew were caught, the
Axis Prime would parade them through the galaxy as a sterling example of the
United Forces' strategic failure. Even if the UF used plausible deniability
regarding his covert activities, the blow could cripple the UF's rapidly
expanding resistance movement.
And the AP's growing chokehold on
the solar system needed to end.
So … they couldn't get caught.
Linnea spoke softly. "We gotta
make a move here, Captain. Your orders?" Her fingers flew over the
keyboard and the holo image zoomed out, showing him a bird's eye view of the
galaxy.
Dammit, they had limited options.
There were maybe two or three places they could lay low, but AP forces heavily
guarded each of them. No doubt word had already gone out about the Charming Lady carrying a butt-load of
weapons, ammo, and medical supplies recently liberated from an Axis Prime
freighter.
Every AP ship in the galaxy would
be gunning for them.
Geoff didn't like those odds.
Instead of playing them, he decided
to create his own.
~*~
Sometimes one and done can be a good thing
A LITTLE YULE MAGICK $3.00 Tip [Item Number: SR001]
A little Yule magick is needed to get the holiday off on the right start.
Sygin and Boyd are adept mages, looking forward
to their winter break. Being alone in the big manor for Yule is their most
cherished tradition. But a series of mishaps may keep them from their
celebratory festivities.
[holiday romance, Yule romance, solstice romance, m/f, sexy short, sexy romance, paranormal romance, mage romance]
4 Firecracker heat level
Excerpt:
While Boyd took his turn in the
shower, Sygin dressed and pondered Yule. She and Boyd had the estate pretty
much to themselves—as they had for the past five years—with the maintenance
guy, Bart, heading out last night along with Anna, the cook, and Cat, the
cleaning wonder-woman—who kept the huge four-story, three winged house
spotless. Yeah, she used her magick skills, but Sygin got exhausted just
thinking about the amount of work the lady accomplished in a day.
Two other adept apprentices, who
helped with the coursework, left before dawn for their homes. With trouble
brewing, the staff and students always traveled in pairs or groups—except for
the elder in residence. A grand mage, he didn't enter or leave by conventional
methods, just let Boyd know he wouldn't be around until after the beginning of
the year. He'd spend the holiday on sabbatical, in a sacred dwelling only the
highest ranking members knew about.
She exited their suite and
contemplated how much longer she and Boyd could keep their traditions. They had
several, aside from her fried honeycakes. Finding the Yule log together always
created fun, and they usually dragged a huge piece in so it lasted throughout
the three day celebration. Boyd made wassail—her personal favorite, because
they drank the brew in bed, toasting accomplishments and new goals. But mainly,
they enjoyed the quiet solitude of being together, making love whenever they
wanted and reaffirming their connection.
How much longer would she and Boyd
have the luxury of time? She'd been a toddler when the Unified Clan split into
two factions. Her family followed the teachings of the light—health, healing,
help, and heart. The other side dwelled on the dark arts, malice, mayhem,
malevolence, and often … murder. But they'd kept a low profile, until recently,
and Sygin couldn't quite grasp why rumblings were happening now.
A MAGICAL AFFAIR $5.00 Tip [Item Number: SR002]
A mansion atop a wellspring of magic lets Romy, Heath, and Stacie live out their fantasies.
A mansion sitting atop a wellspring of magic lets Romy, Heath, and Stacie live out their fantasies. Heath loves the opportunity, but he really wants one thing—for Romy to give up control and let him call the shots.
Content warning: threesome, multiple partners
[holiday romance, Halloween romance, paranormal romance, m/f/f, magical romance, sexy short, sexy romance]
5 Firecracker heat level
Excerpt:
"You're sure about
this?" Stacie Williams plopped down beside Romy Bludd. "Our
friendship is more important than me having a weekend of super-hot sex with an
awesome guy like Heath."
Romy smiled. "Stace,
I'm okay because you're my best
friend. Heath and I've had this fantasy for two years, and I had issues with
bringing someone else in and not being able to control everything." She
paused. "But I know you almost better than I know myself. You won't go
over-the-top stalker, and you're not harboring any deep, unrequited love for
Heath. You just appreciate his hard body and screaming good looks."
Kicking her feet up onto the table, she shrugged. "You're not in a
relationship at the moment, so no awkward trying to explain why you're
traipsing off to a magical mansion for a Halloween weekend tryst—and don't want
company."
Stacie grinned. "You're
lucky I'm at loose ends and haven't had time to do more than look for a hookup."
She propped her feet beside Romy's.
Romy frowned. "I can't
believe you were gone for ten months. I missed you." She nudged Stacie's
shoulder. "You're never allowed to take off for training abroad again."
Stacie laughed. "Think
of it this way, you and Heath had plenty of time to work the kinks out and look
at you now." She turned and faced Romy. "Rock solid and happier than
I've ever seen you."
Romy shrugged. "He's
everything I've ever wanted. It's scary good between us."
"Hence the crazy-ass
weekend you have planned." Stacie tilted her head to the side. "Where
did you find this place anyway?"
Romy's lips curved. "I
got an invite from the owners when I went to inspect the place for their ad
layout. We'll be their first trial run."
Stacie leaned in close. "And
the magic? Do you think they can really create everything you want?"
Romy nodded. "Oh,
yes. I really do."
Stacie shuddered. "God,
I can't wait."
"Me either. How
perfect, right? Halloween. Costumes, role-playing, and an entire wing all to
ourselves." Romy grabbed a notebook from the table. "So help me come
up with the best and kinkiest ideas to make this weekend a mind-blowing one for
Heath."
THE RAPIER'S EDGE $5.00 Tip [Item Number: SR003]
When overcoming loss means walking the rapier's edge between
vengeance and justice.
Wen Buxton, a fae agent, finds Jacob Franklin standing over
a dead body. He resists her siren call and refuses to answer questions during
her interrogation. Wen has a sneaking suspicion all isn't what it seems with
the covert mercenary.
[paranormal, paranormal romance, paranormal fae romance, m/f, sexy short, sexy romance]
3 Firecracker heat level
Excerpt:
Wen Buxton entered the small
cottage, ready for action. Crouching low, her gaze swept the dim interior,
landing on the prone form of Havish Smithreen then slid sideways to find a tall
figure holding a bloodied knife just to the left. Wen let out a piercing pitch
and the man dropped to his knees before keeling over to his side.
Thinking quickly, Wen grabbed her
phone and made a call. "Need a cleanup crew at Havish's. RFN." She
didn't elaborate because she didn't need to. "Only one reason to call in a
cleaning crew." The shaman didn't deserve to die by the blade and Wen
planned to exact justice on his behalf and, to make it happen, she'd have to
interrogate the fallen assailant.
But not in Havish's home. Nope, she
had just the spot in mind for her task. A nice, abandoned warehouse with
minimal power she jacked from a neighboring distribution center.
Moving forward, she lifted a booted
foot in each hand and dragged the solidly built man the short distance to the
front door. She didn't feel a single twinge of guilt when his head thumped
against the wooden chair pushed up close to the café table. She'd shared many a
morning coffee with Havish sitting in the very location. When she reached the
heavy oak slab, blessed by an ancient ancestor, she cast a cover spell and
resumed hauling her quarry out to her SUV. Getting him inside proved a huge
challenge, but she got him trussed up in the back, using jumper cables to make
sure he stayed put. The cleanup crew arrived directly after she slammed the
back doors closed.
Wen jerked her head toward the cottage.
"Take care with his body. He's a shaman."
The unit leader hustled over and
tried to get a look inside Wen's vehicle. "Need any help?"
Thank the fae for blackout windows.
Wen waved the guy back. "No.
This one's mine." She headed for the driver's side. "But tell the
council I won't be reporting in until morning. I'll be holed up at location
two."
The man frowned. "You really
should take backup. Why not give me the address and I'll swing by when we're
done here."
Wen exhaled slowly, keeping a tight
rein on her temper. "Because I'm calling the shots here and the location
is none of your business. I code them for a reason and the elders know where to
find me if I don't call in."
He held up his hands. "Okay,
okay. Have it your way." He shrugged. "Just trying to help out."
He started for the entrance of the building.
Wen fought the urge to roll her
eyes. "Yeah, whatever. If I want help, I'll ask." She yanked the door
open and swung up inside. "Don't forget. You're dealing with a holy man.
Give him the utmost respect."
The unit leader nodded and ducked
into the cottage. Wen sat for a moment then shut the world out and started the
engine. She hummed a serenity ballad, hoping to keep her prisoner out cold
until they reached her destination.
And to keep the desire to carve him
into pieces at bay until she got the answers she needed.
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