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97 pages, ebook
First published August 4, 2014
“The people who make the rules don’t have to follow the rules. That’s the one thing that stays the same no matter where you go.”

He clenched and unclenched his hands, and Trace was there, touching him, grounding him, smoothing across the landscape of his body and giving him something to cling on to that wasn’t this growing urge to come and come and shout and flail.
Oh, this was better; he could move now, mumbling incoherent words against Trace’s back as he pumped his hips and wished his skin could speak his feelings.





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I wasn't sure what to expect and this is just as creepy in a different way. "You're speaking like I'm going to step out of this medunit and all my life will come rushing back, flowing to fill the gaps and crack of my life." He could barely choke the words out for the anguish that overflowed him. "I don't know how not to be a slave, Isaac. I'm as barren as this fucking desert. I have nothing inside me left for you."