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It started out innocently enough. What can I say? I was curious. Swipe, match, chat. Tap-tap-tap ding! You have a date with a beautiful woman. This method of finding a soulmate did not exist in my youth, but things are different now. If my life taught me anything, it is that you have to keep…

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I don’t believe in ghosts. I’ll tell you that right out. Woo-woo on the Internet? Spirit hunters on TV? It’s all a load of bullhockey. When you’re gone, you’re gone. My wife, now she’s another story. Martha’s the kind of person who looks for the Virgin Mary in her French toast. There’s nothing that woman…

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Watching Luke nibble candy cotton from Carrie’s lips caused Tonya’s heart to crack another crevice. She dropped the black lace she’d considered purchasing from a crafter and meandered through the Weston Octoberfest crowd, alone. All her friends were now married or engaged. She was the sad friend who hadn’t found her soulmate and tagged along…

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It was after midnight when my ex-husband pounded on my door. I shouldn’t have answered. I know that. But I’ve always been an idiot where he was concerned. I opened the door and stared. Torn shirt, tie flung over one shoulder, face covered with cuts and scratches. “L-lauren.” Greg braced a forearm on the door…

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AD 118 Tongues of flame licked the thatched roof. Sunlight flashed on a Legionary’s helmet. Soldiers advanced, swords drawn. So many. More than Owein could count. The attackers had hacked through the front line of Celts. As the youngest of the warriors with only sixteen years, Owein had been left in charge of the village.…

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The rhythm of the rails takes me back. “Next stop!” The conductor calls out the town I swore I’d never go back to. It’s the last place I want to be. But the brakes are squealing and my fare’s run out, so I grab my duffel and break my vow. I’m the only passenger getting…

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My mother is a beautiful girl, smiling out from a faded photograph. Dad always claimed he fell in love with her at first sight. She was just seventeen then, in awe of the handsome businessman who’d driven out to her father’s farm. My father—confirmed bachelor, practical to the core—always struck me as an unlikely target…

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She stood near the bar, talking to a guy wearing a suit worth more than I make in a month. Her hair was wound up tight in a bun, except for one blond wisp trailing down the back of her neck. That rebel curl said everything. Lawyers everywhere. A big conference. The banquet had let…

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A short story set in the world of my paranormal series The Nephilim. Morgana MacKerran sent the icy deluge squarely into Collum’s face. Her useless cousin bolted upright, sputtering. He shook his head and inhaled, she guessed, more water than air. Collum roared his displeasure, then ruined the effect with a fit of wheezy coughing.…

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A short story set in the world of my paranormal series The Nephilim. Braxton Camulus wore a signet on the last finger of his right hand. It was a finely wrought wood mosaic, set with a chip of raw ruby. When the stone began to glow, he stared at it for a long moment, then…

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