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12/04/18

Teaser Tuesday! ‘Taken’ by Natasha Knight

The countdown for my trip to South Africa is on and I have so much left to do, but I am super excited to visit Dani René, go sight seeing, go on a safari tour, and so much more. Until then, take a peek at this amazing little snippet. Natasha Knight published a super dark book called Taken and followed it up with Torn. It is so dark, so good, and omg the ending! Lucky for you, Torn is already out so you can find out how their story ends ASAP instead of waiting like I had to!

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Taken

I’m one of four Willow daughters. He’s the first-born son of the Scafoni family. And we have history.

For generations, the Scafoni family have demanded a sacrifice of us. A virgin daughter to atone for sins so old, we don’t even remember what they are anymore.

But when you have as much money as they do, you don’t play by the rules. You make them.

And Sebastian Scafoni makes all the rules.

The moment I saw him, I knew he would choose me. Even though the mark on my sheath declared me unclean. Even though my beautiful sisters stood beside me, offered to him, he still chose me.

He made me his.
And then he set out to break me.

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Excerpt

I step to the last Willow Girl.

She isn’t a doll. Not like her sisters, at least. Beautiful, still, but this one, there’s something about her, a darkness to her. Rebellion burning inside her.

Or maybe it’s just arrogance.

It makes one corner of my mouth curve upward.

This one is no lamb. I see it in the icy midnight eyes that greet me, and I realize why she’s bound and gagged. She’d lunge at me if she could, and the thought makes my dick hard.

She’s different than the others. I decide to call them the dolls. This one, her dark hair is so black it’s almost blue. It falls straight and heavy down her back, long enough to wind around my hand, thick enough to withstand my fist.

I step to her, and even standing on the block, she has to turn her head up to keep my gaze, but she does.

“Switch on the lights,” I command.

I want to see the bounty.

Fuck tradition.

The room is drenched in bright light on my order.

My eyes lock on the girl.

She stands watching, defiant.

She’s naked beneath the sheath. I look down at the dark pink points of her nipples, cold beneath my inspection, pressing against the centuries-old cloth.

I study her, keep her gaze as I gather the sheath in my hand and stretch it, holding the marked spot out.

Because what that streak of blood means is that she failed the examination. This one isn’t a virgin.

I fist the cloth and bare her feet, her knees, thighs, pussy.

“Her name?”

“Helena, sir.”

“Helena.” I try it out. I think I’ll keep it.

And I know she’s the one I have to take. Perfectly imperfect. Opposite her sisters.

Flawed.

I nod, turn my back.

“Her,” I say and walk out of the room.

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How amazing is that excerpt, I LOVE how she is flawed and that is the reason he wants her. This is such a mind fuck, an amazing story by Natasha.

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11/29/18

Teaser Thursday! ‘Severed’ by Dani René

I am SO CLOSE to my trip to South Africa to squeeze Dani René and I end up so sick with strep, ugh! I am curled up on the couch with antibiotics and am keeping my fingers crossed I am feeling better because will NOT miss this trip. Speaking of Dani, she released Severed yesterday and it is already a bestseller on Amazon! It is so dark, twisted and fucked up, I couldn’t wait to share this with you lovelies so you get a teaser on Thursday too.

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Severed

My world was hell on earth, son of a man who was evil incarnate.
Hate was all I knew.

When she was stolen, I swore I’d find her.
When I meet her eyes again, I remember what I’m fighting for.
The girl will be mine.
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I’ve seen true evil, held captive by the devil himself.
And now revenge is all I know.

Everything was stolen from me. Until him.
When my eyes meet his, I’m caught in his web.
Each moment that passes only confirms what I already know—I’m his

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Excerpt

Growing up the way I did, I was fucked-up beyond my years by the time I was sixteen. My attachment to both men and women drove me to make stupid choices, and in those moments, I ensured my best friend would never leave me. He fell in love with me long before I even knew what that word meant. At times, I still don’t. I’m nearing thirty, and I have no idea what love is. And I know it’s not something I’ll ever want. Even if it hits me right in the face.

I push River away.

I push everyone away.

I don’t deserve any affection, but there are times I crave a touch. I glance at River who’s watching me intently as we head to my wing of the mansion. As soon as we’re in the bedroom, I shove him against the door, my cock throbbing when he reaches for it, squeezing it painfully.

“This is what you wanted?” I bite out, anger suddenly running rife through my veins. As much as I would love the taste and feel of a slick, tight hole right now, I’m going to take my best friend and fuck away the agony gripping my chest.

Over the years, we’ve shared women. I’ve watched him fuck guys and women, but he’s never spent more than one or two nights with someone, and deep down, I know it’s due to his feelings for me. River has loved me for most of our lives together.

“You want to take out your anger on me?” he rumbles, causing me to snap my gaze to him. “Do it.” It’s a challenge. It burns in his eyes, and I want to extinguish the flame with fire of my own. I crash my mouth to his, our lips molding to each other’s.

My hands are on his belt, tugging it from the loops. Freeing his zipper, I shove his slacks down and find his bulge throbbing beneath my hand.

Tears sting my eyes. I can’t let them fall. My emotions are all over the place. It’s the first time I’ve killed a woman, and the darkness seems to be dragging me under. River’s tongue licks into my mouth, tasting of smoke and whiskey. Spicy and sweet mingled together to create a fucking intoxicating mix of want and need.

His hands grip my crisp white shirt, and he rips it harshly. Buttons pop against every surface within reach. The sound pinging like a warning siren in the darkness of the room.

“Don’t let them win,” he tells me when I suck on the flesh of his neck. His skin is soft, pliable, and my teeth sink in, causing him to groan. He rolls his hips against me, and it’s my turn to grunt in pleasure. Our cocks rubbing against each other, we’re dry humping like fucking teenagers, and I’m so close to blowing my load in my boxers.

“They’ll lose. Every one of them,” I inform him. Practically tearing at his underwear, I drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth. River’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, causing me to choke on his thickness as I swallow my best friend. His eyes glower down at me, watching me like he would anyone else, but the smirk on his lips tells me this is what he’s always wanted. Me, Drake Savage, on my knees for him.

It’s the first time I’ve ever tasted him, and I revel in it. Licking slowly, dragging my teeth over the shaft, eliciting groans from deep in his throat.

“Fuck, Drake,” he hisses, his head dropping back against the door as he plunges himself into my throat. His hips move in unison with his hands, and I allow him control. Suddenly, he pulls me off him. “Time to go to bed.”

I rise, following him, watching as he perches on the edge of the mattress. His beautiful, naked body is sculpted to perfection, and in the dim light, the scars on his back are only just visible.

“Are you just going to stand there?” he questions, a smirk playing on his lips, the same lips I want to devour. Offering him a smile, I shove my boxers down and join him. Kneeling behind him, I grip his shoulders, feeling the tight muscles beneath my fingers.

Leaning in closer, I trail my lips along his neck. “I don’t know how you do it, River,” I whisper. “But each time you touch me, kiss me, I feel almost normal.”

He turns in my grip, my hands falling away when he gets up onto the mattress in front of me. We’re both naked. Our scars clear, matching. The pain we’ve both endured has been something we haven’t spoken about, but we both understand it’s there.

“You’re not almost normal, Drake,” he says, reaching for my neck, gripping it tightly as he presses his mouth to mine. “You’re fucked up. So am I.” I hear the click of the door, and I know who’s entered. I don’t look at him, but I feel him. The electricity in the room is at an all-time high.

Two bodies move in my peripheral, and I cast a quick glance their way. The girl is blindfolded. My brother leads her to the chaise near the window, making her kneel on the velvet material. Her body is covered in black lace. River’s hand finds my cock, stroking it slowly as I watch Dante undress slowly.

“Where am I?” The girl giggles, but he doesn’t respond. Once he’s naked, I take note of his eyes boring into mine. He guides himself into her, causing a soft gasp to fall from her lips. His hips slam against her ass as she grips onto the back of the seat.

River’s hand moves faster on my dick, and I know I won’t last long watching the scene. Four of us in the room is more than I can handle. Watching my brother, having my best friend jerking me off, I’ll soon be lost to it. To the darkness.

“Listen to her moans,” River whispers in my ear, careful not to disturb the bodies before us. I reach for him, his hardness in my fist, throbbing, pulsing.

“Get on all fours,” I bite out, and he obeys. This is what he lives for. To be mine. To be owned by me and my dick. Opening the drawer beside the bed, I pull out the lube. Snapping the cap open, I drench River in the cold liquid along with my cock. The slippery lube glistens on my shaft. Gripping myself, I guide the tip to River’s ass, and as I slowly penetrate his tight ring of muscle, we all groan in unison. Sounds of sex echo through my bedroom.

River’s hands grip the sheets, and inch by inch, I sink into him, taking him like he wants me to. Dante looks over at me as he pulls himself from the girl’s sloppy cunt and positions his cock at her ass.

“You ever do this, baby?” He chuckles, dark and menacing, and I know he doesn’t care if she hurts. My brother is cold, heartless, just like me. She whimpers a tentative yes, but I have a feeling she’s lying. Dante spits down on her hole, circling it with his thumb before he thrusts balls-deep inside her, eliciting a screech so loud it bounces off the walls, and I’m almost certain it would’ve cracked the windows if we didn’t have bulletproof glass in place.

“It hurts,” she mutters, attempting to get away from him, but Dante doesn’t care. His pleasure is all he cares about. His hips pull away from her, then drive back in. I match his thrusts, fucking River harder and faster. Moans and whimpers, squeals and grunts.

“Take it,” Dante groans. “Take my fucking dick.” He continues fucking her wildly, and soon, she’s bucking into him. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I shut my eyes, picturing Caia. How much I wanted to use her body, to feel her cunt, to have her choke on my dick.

Darkness swirls through me. Desire so potent I can’t help groaning as it heats my blood and burns through my veins. River moans, low and gravelly, and I know he’s found his release. Moments later, as the pretty whore my brother is fucking cries out, I join him in euphoria and empty myself inside my best friend.

In the moments of my coming down from the high, I know I can’t keep doing this, but there’s no way out for me. Tomorrow, I’ll tell River to leave. I’ll give Dante his way out. And I’ll finish this alone.

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I just LOVE this and I can’t wait to read it on the plane as I head over to see Dani next week. If you are in South Africa next week and want to meet up, PLEASE let me know as I would love to meet you! Until then, grab Severed and its prequel, Stolen, and be blown away.

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On a daily basis, she has a few hundred characters, storylines, and ideas floating around in her head. From the feisty heroines she delivers to the dark, dominant alphas that grace the pages of her books, she promises light in a world filled with danger and darkness.

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11/27/18

Teaser Tuesday! ‘A Taste of Shine’ by Addison Cain

I hope the holidays were uneventful for everyone, lovelies! I’ve been in mental self-care mode so I can get ready for my trip and also survive the holiday chaos, so much so I almost forgot to get this up. I love Addison’s dark and twisted mind so much, but it shows how strong of an author she is to write something so NOT dark and twisted! Take peek at ‘A Taste of Shine’ and tell me if this isn’t an amazingly gritty romance full of light!

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A Taste Of Shine

Chicago’s reigning kingpin wants Charlotte back under his wing. His right-hand-man wants her in his bed. But small-town moonshiner, Matthew Emerson, just wants her right where she is—safe in his arms and hidden away from her sordid past.

Trouble is, Charlotte’s not that kind of girl. The spitfire has her own reckoning to bring, and the last thing she wants is someone thinking she’s worth protecting.

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Excerpt

She seemed agitated, sipping a fresh glass of water, fluttering the front of her nightgown against her bosom. Matthew, eyes smoldering, thanked God he’d satiated his need before seeing her in such a state. Had he been as rock hard as before, he would have shoved her down right there on the floor and shown her just how fucking much he ached for her.

Moving towards the small pool of moonlight, he saw her startle and blush.

God, she was perfect.

“Matthew.” As if painfully aware she was practically naked, Charlie began to scamper away. “I just came down to get something I needed.”

He moved closer, cutting off her escape as he prowled closer. Voice rich with want, he asked, “Did you find what you needed?”

It was written all over her: the flushed cheeks, the swollen lips—the way her eyes darted over his body before settling on his mouth. He could practically smell her arousal.

Barely managing a frustrated whisper, she admitted, “I don’t… rightly know.”

Trapped with the bar at her back and the red-blooded man corralling her in, Charlie visibly swallowed. Big, callused hands came to her waist and lifted her to perch at the edge of the counter. Nose went to her throat, Matthew’s mouth skimming up the ivory column until stopping at her ear.

A rumble of noise, a deep sultry purr, promised, “I know what you need, Charlotte.”

Distracted by the way his mouth moved against her flesh, his golden girl failed to notice the palm skimming up her thigh, or that her legs had parted indecently around his torso. Aware she might bolt, he placed his arm around her, before eager fingertips slipped beneath the pretty blue silk.

A confused, hungry cry, and Charlie wilted.

He hushed her once, felt her trembling something awful, and moved to stroke her sweet little pussy. One swipe, and Matthew found her drenched, swollen, and ready for him. Groaning approval, all it took was one simple pass over her pert clit before she moaned, wide-eyed and breathless.

Steady gaze boring straight into hers, Matthew watching as he touched—reading how she needed to be stroked by her little pants and mewls.

Slipping one finger into her saturated heat, he began to twist his fist around. His golden girl just about lost it, rolling her head back and bracing her body against the counter. He pumped against spongy flesh at the roof of her passage, his thumb running tight circles over her little pearl, growling in appreciation at the feel of her.

It began.

Charlie clutched the side of the bar until her knuckles shone white, squirming to escape those wonderful fingers, yet ultimately working her hips to invite him deeper. A tangled, confused feeling built up, tensing, her insides clenching like an overwound coil.

Through it all, Matthew held her steady, mercilessly fostering what made her breath hitch and mouth gape. Lips went back to her neck, biting and kissing, he upped the tempo and felt her hips roll wildly against his hand. When his mouth closed over the silk covered tip of her breast, her whole body lurched. She bucked, crying out.

The female flesh around his fingers squeezing tight.

Matthew didn’t ease up a bit. Continuing to twist his hand at her pussy, to pluck her nipple with his teeth, he gave her all she needed and more.

Not until her body was limp, his golden girl whimpering for reprieve, sagging beautifully against his body, did he consider stopping.

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I am so close to my trip to South Africa, I am simultaneously overwhelmed with my to-do list and SO excited to leave for such an amazing vacation. Unfortunately Inheritance wasn’t finished by November, I’m sorry lovelies. The good news it that I hope to have it ready by January now (no December releases!), so fingers crossed they finish talking to me so I can wrap the last of this book up!

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USA Today Bestselling author, Addison Cain, is best known for her dark romances, the internationally bestselling Alpha’s Control Series, and the twisted alien worlds of the Irdesi Empire. Her antiheroes are not always redeemable, her lead females fierce, and nothing is ever as it seems.

Deep and sometimes heart wrenching, Addison is driven to push her plots beyond the pale. Her books are not for the faint of heart, but they are just right for those who enjoy unapologetic bad boys, aggressive alphas, and a hint of violence in a kiss..

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11/20/18

Teaser Tuesday! ‘Black Light: Fearless’ by Maren Smith

It’s finally time, after Maren teased everyone with her deviously evil cliffy in Roulette Redux, Kitty’s story is finally being told and I ADORE it! This story is amazing and you are going to love it, Noah and Kitty are the best couple and their story reminds me a little bit of Thalia’s recovery (in the very best ways). A man who wants nothing but recovery for her, a strong woman who is coping with unbelievable emotional damage, and the light that comes after such darkness. I can’t wait for you to grab Black Light: Fearless, lovelies, and I hope you love it as much as I do!!

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Black Light: Fearless

He was the last thing she thought she needed, but she was everything he wanted.

Abused and alone, Kitty had no idea how far she’d have to flee after she finally got the courage to run. She never would have guessed she’d end up halfway around the world, or in the home — much less the arms — of dominant Australian whip-master, Noah Carver.

He knows she’s damaged, that she needs safety and time to heal, but the way her submission calls to him has Noah thinking more about what could be between them than her history.

The only question now is what she fears more: standing up to her abusive ex-dom, or staying with a man she’s afraid to love?

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Excerpt

She wanted relief. She wanted absolution from the horde of sins—real or imagined—clawing at her back. If he ever met Ethen a second time, he was going to feed the man his own teeth, but for now Noah put his mind where it needed to be. Taking his hand off Kitty’s trembling backside, he stepped back into position.

“Say it for me again,” he told her, shifting his grip on the strap, letting it become an extension of his ready arm. She’d chosen the widest one, the same one she’d taken to bed with her last night. Two strokes would cover the whole of her small bottom. Every stroke after that would ignite a painful fire, building on it lash after lash, without mercy or pause until the movements of her writhing body let him know she was done. That wasn’t going to happen any time soon. He could tell by looking at her, she’d been haunted for so long she didn’t know how to let go of it. He was going to have to show her. “I want you to repeat each phrase after every stroke I give you.”

She hesitated, her brow furrowing further.

“I am a good girl,” Noah supplied, helping her remember how it started.

“I-I’m a good girl,” she whispered, and he struck.

It wasn’t his hardest blow, but it wasn’t gentle. And yet, the only sign she showed as her flesh absorbed the impact was the catch in her breath and the tightening of her knuckles against the multicolored quilt. Her bottom barely flinched, though he knew it had to hurt.

Oh yeah, Ethen had ‘taught’ her all right.

“I am safe,” he prodded her.

All the pain he hadn’t seen in her reaction was right there, trembling in the whimper of her voice as she repeated, “I am safe.”

The crack of the strap wrapped the base of her buttocks, hugging them in its painful embrace.

Her breath caught again, but she didn’t so much as arch onto her toes. Anyone else would have been squirming. Noah frowned, not at all liking what he saw.

“I am loved.” Her voice broke.

There was no help for it, but to whip where he’d already struck.

Her hands spasmed—her fingers snapping open, then clawing up tight again. She made no sound apart from a shaky exhale.

What was it with doms who robbed their submissives of the cathartic freedom of expressing their pain in movement. Bucking, writhing, crying—there was beauty to be seen in the full wallow of the hurt as it engulfed them.

“I-I-I d-don’t ha-have—” She blinked rapidly against the shine of rising tears.

“To be afraid of anything,” he said, helping her through it, and swung.

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I just ADORED this story and really hope Maren writes more because I KNOW that Ethan’s menagerie story is not done. I have been so busy writing Inheritance and I JUST got back from a writers weekend and I have so much I want to capture before my muse runs off *shhh*. Fingers crossed I will have more to share VERY soon, lovelies? Until then, grab Black Light: Fearless and let me know what you thought!

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10/30/18

Teaser Tuesday! ‘Catacombs’ by Addison Cain

Just Breathe is doing fabulous, people love Cocoon, Black Light Fearless is going to have a cover reveal next week, and Twisted Sacrament with Baptized in Eden releases on Friday! On top of all of that, I am in fact writing and words are coming at me from not only David and Lianna, but from characters for a book that won’t even be written about until next year.

For now though, my bestie Addison Cain had a release that is so dark, so fucked up, and so damn hot that I just could not let it go by without featuring it on Teaser Tuesday. Keep your light on, lovelies, it’s about to get dark!

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Catacombs

“There is no God for you but me. There is no heaven waiting for you. I own your soul and your body. I own your mind. I am your life and your only reason for existence.”

Catacombs is a tale of pure horror featuring the ruling vampire lord and his captive Treasure. Be warned.

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Excerpt

He was talking her in circles, and Pearl felt he’d done so thousands of times. Her own tongue could not break from the cycle. “I was obedient and still you hurt me. If I tell you I love you, you will hurt me again.”

“True.” The monster seemed appeased, even gratified by her statement. “My Pearl, isn’t honesty a beautiful thing?”

Before she could answer, Darius had her splayed on her belly with supernatural speed. Face pressed to the blankets, she bit back a scream, the feel of something boiling hot penetrating the cavity he’d torn apart. True, the damage had healed, but unlike the first time he’d taken her that night, she was ill prepared for such brutality.

Clawing at the bed, trying to find purchase, she pitched deeper into the mattress with his every thrust.

Struggles and pained grunts only drove him on. He wanted her to fight back.

He wanted to steal.

Going limp did not save her either.

A muscular forearm flexed around her throat, a fist once again knotted in her hair, and he bent her back until her spine screamed. Roaring like the devil he was, Darius slammed his cock into her body, snapping his hips violently against her backside.

He denied her air. Twisted as she was, there was nothing but him to hold on to. She couldn’t even see his eyes, only red velvet bed curtains that blurred as her world tripped between conscious and unconscious. Pain and true suffering.

But in there, under all the malevolence was a twinge and a lesson.

She was only allowed to be limp if he made her limp. She was only allowed to scream if he made her scream.

Pearl was a possession. She was a treasure.

One he could control physically or mentally, the point driven home when the tendrils of his dominion invaded her thoughts and tempted her to revel in the violence.

The instant her cracked psyche gave in, flashing fangs tore through his wrist and the spurting wound was pressed to her slack mouth.

Absolution arrived. She swallowed.

As he fucked her, she drank.

Gurgling around a mouthful, Pearl felt herself dragged to a higher state of being. High on his power, she could feel everything: each shredding thrust of a veined cock moving through skin not quite lubricated enough to facilitate smooth passage. She could feel the microscopic tears healing even as they split open anew. Overwrought nerves throbbed from both pleasure and pain, for he had found a place inside her body where, textured skin ached for punishment.

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I’m still working away on Inheritance, hoping for a November release, so send me ALL THE GOOD VIBES! I need it, lovelies!!

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10/25/18

Teaser Thursday! ‘Loops’ by Toni LeMay

My real life friend wrote the story ‘Loops’ in the Just Breathe anthology. I’m just so fucking proud of her for finally taking the leap to publish, and I want you guys to see just how talented Toni LeMay is so I am sneaking her in as a Teaser Thursday!

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Blurb

What if you woke up and everything was wrong? What if being insane gave you what you really wanted? Ruth’s world is shifting, her perception skewed. Confusion and anxiety grip her as she navigates an unfamiliar life. Will she escape the loop? Does she want to?

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Excerpt

“Where were you just now? We’ve been trying to talk to you. John was telling a funny story about how you were asking how to spell fruit.”

Kara cackled.

“Oh that….I remember Fruit Loops spelled differently. It’s been a weird day.” She shifted in her seat and looked around the bustling cafeteria.

“I like the idea of it spelled with O’s too, Ruth,” Jane offered.

They don’t get it.

“And I found a bunch of other weird stuff too, guys. All these things spelled differently and quotes from movies that have changed, and car logos, and even when and how famous people have died. Like…it feels like my memories don’t match up with reality, or with this reality.”

The table laughed.

“It’s fascinating. I like all this Matrixy stuff too,” Kara quipped.

“Oh stop it, this is just silly!” John looked warmly at Ruth.

She fell silent and twisted her mouth. “The new cashier seemed odd to me too.”

“New cashier?” John asked.

“Wasn’t it Carmen up there like always?” Tracy added?

The whole table looked at her waiting.

“Yeah,” she mumbled, “I guess I am confused.” She wasn’t confused. Ruth was certain that last week, and for the last three years, Lucy had been the cashier in the work cafeteria.

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Isn’t the story just so twisted? Toni was so excited about finally getting her story out there and I love it! I am working on Inheritance BUT some scenes for Beth from Breaking Beth keep popping into my head which is distracting me! I can’t wait to have enough to share with you. Until then, let me know what you thought of Loops!

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Toni is a single mom of two kids with an active imagination. Writing is an outlet at the end of a long work and parenting day. She loves to write twisty stories with a sci-fi or paranormal flair and while she started with Flash Fiction, she is now branching out into longer forms.

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/toni.lemay.7
Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Toni-LeMay/e/B07JH2Y33F
Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/ToniLeMay

10/25/18