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His eyes slit open and captured her with the intensity of black molten lava. They were volcanic with emotion—wariness, concern, anger, tenderness. Strange that she could see that all in a pair of beautiful, smoldering eyes.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Brookes,” he rasped.
Dang, that voice held a lot of testosterone. This man was made for dragging damsels in distress out of the snow.
— Dec 31, 2022 09:44AM
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Brookes,” he rasped.
Dang, that voice held a lot of testosterone. This man was made for dragging damsels in distress out of the snow.
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“We—we were driving to—to…” Her hands tightened over the boy. “… his brother’s.”
That sounded odd. He definitely wasn’t convinced. “Why did you get out of the car in the middle of a storm?”
“N-no gas… could never… l-l-leave him. I-I had to take him with—with me.”
It was a complete and utter miracle that they came his way.
And he didn’t believe in miracles anymore.
— Dec 29, 2022 04:44PM
That sounded odd. He definitely wasn’t convinced. “Why did you get out of the car in the middle of a storm?”
“N-no gas… could never… l-l-leave him. I-I had to take him with—with me.”
It was a complete and utter miracle that they came his way.
And he didn’t believe in miracles anymore.
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He’d kissed her for the last time.
Brookes glared into the darkness. He was a tiger chasing his tail, always snarling, always furious… and never reaching anything that would bring him satisfaction.
Would this next hunt bring him the reckoning he craved?
He stared down into the murky blackness swirling in fog. The snowy cliffs would break into avalanches.
They’d be buried alive if they were caught down there.
— Dec 28, 2022 08:40AM
Brookes glared into the darkness. He was a tiger chasing his tail, always snarling, always furious… and never reaching anything that would bring him satisfaction.
Would this next hunt bring him the reckoning he craved?
He stared down into the murky blackness swirling in fog. The snowy cliffs would break into avalanches.
They’d be buried alive if they were caught down there.
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“I don’t know where Mommy is!”
That makes two of us, buddy.
Charity’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as she drove her six-year-old nephew through Silver Forest pass. The snowstorm was getting heavier through the mountains. Her windshield showed only a blinding torrent of milky white, so that she couldn’t tell exactly where the road was.
Miriam! Miriam, where are you?
— Dec 27, 2022 11:18AM
That makes two of us, buddy.
Charity’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as she drove her six-year-old nephew through Silver Forest pass. The snowstorm was getting heavier through the mountains. Her windshield showed only a blinding torrent of milky white, so that she couldn’t tell exactly where the road was.
Miriam! Miriam, where are you?
