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"Omegaverse meets cowboys. This is a really fun take on an alpha/beta romance with a unique alpha POV and a decent amount of worldbuilding."
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Very short omegaverse read with some nice steam. Kieran presented as alpha later than usual and he tries to deal with it on his own. I felt bad for all the alphas and how they are treated. He finally finds peace when he opens a ranch and welc" Read more of this review » |
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“Aaahhhh!”
The yell came from the guy in the door frame. He was blond, wearing a gigantic, white, puffy coat and holding various bulging bags. Despite his shock, Doug still registered that he was like a twink remix of the Michelin Man.
Doug pointed at him. “Who are you?”
“Isn’t this Pine Mountain Cottage?”
The guy’s voice sounded spooked, but Doug was too taken aback to tone down his own voice. “Yes? Who are you?”
Beneath his floppy hair, the guy’s eyes widened. “I’m Easton?”
What kind of name was Easton? Trying to keep his voice even, Doug demanded, “How the hell did you get here?”
Looking shell-shocked, the guy pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “An Uber from the train station?”
― Leaves of Absence
The yell came from the guy in the door frame. He was blond, wearing a gigantic, white, puffy coat and holding various bulging bags. Despite his shock, Doug still registered that he was like a twink remix of the Michelin Man.
Doug pointed at him. “Who are you?”
“Isn’t this Pine Mountain Cottage?”
The guy’s voice sounded spooked, but Doug was too taken aback to tone down his own voice. “Yes? Who are you?”
Beneath his floppy hair, the guy’s eyes widened. “I’m Easton?”
What kind of name was Easton? Trying to keep his voice even, Doug demanded, “How the hell did you get here?”
Looking shell-shocked, the guy pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “An Uber from the train station?”
― Leaves of Absence
“Sander raised his voice, just loud enough to get people to lean forward to hear him. “This is how it’s gonna work.”
He sat up, closer to the edge of the couch, his legs closing together like a gate, but still with enough room between them that they were almost framing Aaron. Sander tapped a thigh with two thick-knuckled fingers. “Over here. I scored twenty-one points, right? So twenty-one of them, over the clothes.”
― Losing, or Something Like It
He sat up, closer to the edge of the couch, his legs closing together like a gate, but still with enough room between them that they were almost framing Aaron. Sander tapped a thigh with two thick-knuckled fingers. “Over here. I scored twenty-one points, right? So twenty-one of them, over the clothes.”
― Losing, or Something Like It
“He’s been spoiled by the availability of produce in Los Angeles, spoiled by all the choices and the never-ending stream of ripe fruits and vegetables in or out of season. There remains, though, nothing quite like a peach, plucked from the tree at the peak of ripeness, still warm from the sun in the orchard.”
― Peach Season
― Peach Season
“Sander raised his voice, just loud enough to get people to lean forward to hear him. “This is how it’s gonna work.”
He sat up, closer to the edge of the couch, his legs closing together like a gate, but still with enough room between them that they were almost framing Aaron. Sander tapped a thigh with two thick-knuckled fingers. “Over here. I scored twenty-one points, right? So twenty-one of them, over the clothes.”
― Losing, or Something Like It
He sat up, closer to the edge of the couch, his legs closing together like a gate, but still with enough room between them that they were almost framing Aaron. Sander tapped a thigh with two thick-knuckled fingers. “Over here. I scored twenty-one points, right? So twenty-one of them, over the clothes.”
― Losing, or Something Like It
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