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He was late. A sense of urgency dogging his every step and he was running late. Every night for the last two years he stalked on the outer edge of the Denton Estate, keeping watch and catching brief glimpses of his mate. Lana. If he was lucky the wind would blow a breeze sending her sent to ruffle his fur. Oh how he longed for his mate, the only person man or woman on two or four legs that could

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PrologueWas it possible to truly die of a broken heart? Could a body actually shut down from the emotionally strain of the heart. The absolute sureness that nothing in the world would be right again. A pain so profound that the stinging rain could not penetrate enough to cause a reaction. Only the sensation of detachment and despair. Sanala Brims stood rooted to one spot the in the cemetery, only

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Chapter 18The kiss was meant as a means to an end, maybe if he kissed her without holding back it would quench the aching thirst that he had for her or at least that was what he told himself when he first started but yet here he was thirty minutes later about to take a step forward that he knew he couldn’t or wouldn’t take back and his hands shook from the intensity of his want of her. Her hair

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Chapter 14After they got back to the house, he made her tell him the whole story about her relationship with Dominique and how they got to the point they were now. He reassured her that he couldn’t help her unless she told him the facts. Feeling as though she bared her soul she felt even more helpless and wanted to sink into a hole and disappear.He tried to hand her a shot of jack, saying it

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Chapter 11The first night rolled away becoming two and Malaya was beginning to get annoyed yet again. Dominique had yet to come and get her and her captor limited his talks to only when deemed necessary which was to bring her food or ask her preference on certain things. She wondered why he bothered to ask her her opinion anyway it wasn’t like he cared or anything. Sleep was just a vague memory

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Chapter 8She sat down on the toilet seat and tried to think of what her options were. They were few and far between as far as she could tell but nonetheless she needed a plan. Meesha of course no longer crying was silently playing with her feet no worse for the wear. That alone was enough to make Malaya suck up her emotions. Her baby didn’t deserve this, she deserved a hell of a lot more and

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Chapter 7Chico had to struggle to contain the anger building inside him as he walked towards his flat. Not a word had been spoken since he wrapped his arms possessively around her shoulders and turned her into the shadows moving towards his apartment. Old rage and resentment were boiling and rolling threw his body in waves. It was no longer a strange woman and her daughter but it was his mom and

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Chapter1She pulled her dingy hat down further on her head with one hand while she held on to the sling Mrs. Caruthers gave her, inside her four month old daughter Meesha slept fitfully. She walked steadily counting her footsteps silently trying not to look any one person in the eye. She needed to get to the hospital and get home before it became night. She was uncomfortable at night walking by

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“Will you have sex me with me?”“Let me make love to you”No that’s not right Kay thought to herself with a groan of frustration. She had to get this just right; she couldn’t afford to approach him without confidence fumbling over words. She took a deep breath, looked at herself in the mirror once more and opened her mouth to start her one sided monologue once more when her door bell started to

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Chapter 1She was bored to death and she wasn’t use to the feeling. Yet, every night she did the same thing after work just different scene, she went home from her corner office job, change clothes from her corporate garb to her trolling attire, tonight a black leather mini,silk tank and heels for the evening and called on of her many men and went out for a night on the town. Today was Thursday

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Prologue“I am never drinking again” Lizzy mumbled to herself as she fought the waves of nausea and spells of dizziness trying to right herself in the bed. Where in the hell was she? This wasn’t her bed and if it was she definitely couldn’t afford these sheets, they looked like those ones that came out of Can’t/Don’t Magazine. Can’t afford, don’t even play yourself. Or at least that’s what she

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Hey EverybodyI want to take the time to thank everyone who has been stopping by and sharing my story with me. A special thanks to my Bevland Family for showing your support, please continue to join in a be apart. If you will please post a comment giving me feedback on how I can improve and keep you coming back for more. As always Be Blessed!Leslie

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Chapter 1“Do you have a way to get in touch with Clint?”“Well Hello to you too”“Do you? I need to talk to him”“What’s wrong Madison? Where’s Cameron?”“He’s with my mom. Lizzy do you have the information yes or no?“I don’t have his number but his mom still lives in the same place and I know he’s in town.“Good” Madison said and whirled around headed back out the door.“Wait! What’s wrong?” Lizzy

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