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I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a dickhead. Well, I did. ↗
#humour #romance #young-adult-fiction #young-adult-romance #funny
But first I had to get through the ironing. It took a lot of patience. I had none. It took forever, and then I had to press the whole shirt again to get out the creases I’d pressed into it. ↗
I had shaved my beard for her-a huge disappointment, because I’d enjoyed my three weeks looking like a bank robber. ↗
#humour #romance #young-adult-fiction #young-adult-romance #funny
He speaks in that strange sports talk, telling me about the start of the new season and asks if I follow baseball. No. I really don’t. He assures me if I stay in town long enough I will become a baseball fan. It’s a requirement of living in St. Louis. Everyone is a Cardinal’s fan. “Loyal,” he tells me. St. Louis is a loyal town. ↗
#cardinals #contemporary #gothic #historical-fiction #missouri
What’s your name?” I ask again. “Chris,” he says. “Chris Young.” I exhale dramatically, blowing my bangs out of my eyes. “I can take you,” I reply. “But if you try anything, I’ll shoot you right between the eyes. Seriously.” He almost smiles. “Yes, ma’am. ↗
She was evil. Couldn't he, who killed demons with his own hands, realize that? And now I had to run for Mardi Gras Queen because of him. Or her. I didn't know whose fault it was but there was no way I could back down now. ↗
Reading is fuel for the brain. Writing is fuel for the spirit... ↗
#fiction-writing #first-in-series #new-author #paranormal-romance-series #paranormal-series
James “Knockout Jimmy” O’Brien, Granite Fall’s very own boxing legend—a title he held until a young groupie poked holes in the condom she made him wear “for protection.” My brother was born nine months later, fists already swinging. ↗
I feel his intense gaze skimming my face and force myself to look him in the eye. This time, when he leans closer, I know what he wants. He traces my jaw with his fingertips, then moves lower to my chin. My eyelids flutter closed when he tips my face up. Oh my God. Sam Donavon is going to kiss me. The forest holds its breath. I hold my breath. Our lips brush, light as eyelashes. His fingers trail back into my hair, tilting my head. Hot cinnamon dances across my mouth. I’m drowning. And then my name, roared at the top of familiar lungs, cracks the silent night. ↗
I don’t know how it happened. Nobody does. There are only theories, empty rhetoric and doomsday prophecies. None of them are right, but none of them are completely wrong, either. They all have a grain of truth. All I know is where I was and what I was doing when it happened. ↗
