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77 pages, ebook
First published June 7, 2015

He tasted like the memory of all my favorite things. Sunshine. Coffee. Laughter. Cinnamon. Clark. Mainly that. He tasted like Clark and that made him automatically my favorite flavor on earth.
The tattoos totally fit who he was, and I wanted to spend hours tracing them with my tongue. All man. All mine.
"Maybe being scared is the only solution,"
I said at last. "Sometimes you just have to don the cape and ... fly."














“That’s the sex talking—”Uhhh, no, it wasn't. : )
The tattoos totally fit who he was, and I wanted to spend hours tracing them with my tongue. All man. All mine.
He tugged me to standing, then stood himself, kissing me soundly. Gradually the kiss morphed from something celebratory to something hotter, more primal, and I had a feeling breakfast was rapidly cooling, but couldn’t summon up the energy to care. I had a future to worry about.


But this Bryce had grown into himself. The tattoos totally fit who he was, and I wanted to spend hours tracing them with my tongue. All man. All mine.
“Sometimes you just have to don the cape and pray you fly.” Clark laughed, a lot of relief tingeing his voice. “But I think it’s easier when you have a partner.”




