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Book Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Rise of the Nephilim by Marcus James


Rise of the Nephilim
A Blackmoore Prequel
Marcus James
Genre: Erotic PNR/Gothic Horror
Publisher: Candiano Books
Date of Publication: 07/24/2017
ISBN:1545039895
ASIN: B073q4gb9w
Number of pages: 201
Word Count: 61,272
Cover Artist: Ransom Graphics
Tagline: Sex, witchcraft, and rock and roll on the Sunset Strip
Book Description:
LOS ANGELES, summer of 1987.
Kathryn Blackmoore, the 26 year old heir to Blackmoore World Corp. and the future matriarch of the Blackmoore dynasty of witches has fled the haunted old monied neighborhood of South Hill in Bellingham, Washington looking to trade in a century of rumors, superstition, and her own heartache  for the sun, sex, and music of the Sunset Strip.
Taking up residence in the famed and decaying Chateau Marmont hotel, Kathryn quickly finds herself in an erotic and thrilling journey into the world of Niiq, Arish, and Kuri; members of the band Nephilim, who seem to have the women of the Strip enthralled by their dark and sensuous sound. When bodies begin to turn up all over town and a mysterious and haunting figure fixates on Kathryn, she quickly learns that you can never escape your destiny.
RISE OF THE NEPHILIM is the first of a two part erotic paranormal romance/thriller revealing the beginnings of one of the most captivating characters in The Blackmoore Legacy series. It is a standalone prequel of eroticism, romance, and suspense.
 
Excerpt:
The library was
quiet with the exception of the short and humming-to-herself library assistant
stacking the books left out or returned through-out the day. The girl was a
junior; she was sure of it. She had never talked to her; they had never orbited
the same solar system in the day-to-day endless galaxy of Mariner High School,
but that didn’t matter.
She could still
reach inside the girl’s mind whenever she wanted to, and explore everything she
kept hidden from the rest of the world. She could travel the fleshy terrain of
the girl’s brain and see her hopes and dreams, her fears, her loves, and her
longings.
She was able to
pick out that her name was Tammy. She was a studious girl with dirty blonde
curls that hung to her breasts, her skin milk-white and soft, her face delicate
and scattered with a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her small nose.
Her brown eyes were golden and looked over the spine of each book, scanning
their titles and looking up to each aisle to see where they belonged.
Kathryn
Blackmoore stood from the table where she had been discussing after graduation
party plans with her best friend Lila Sifuentes and with her boyfriend
Sheffield Burges, excited to finally walk and receive their diplomas and be
done with this place forever.
She was tall –
five feet and nine inches. Her lean body was dressed in a pink-and-white
pin-striped collared shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the collar
popped and buttoned only to her full breasts.
A three-tiered
pearl necklace glistened in the bright white fluorescents overhead, and her
thick shoulder-length feathered mane was a rich auburn that seemed to glow
around her like a halo.
She gathered her
books and began to make her way to the doors to begin the walk through campus
back to her home. Her long legs were encased in a khaki, knee-length Ralph
Lauren skirt with a slit up the left thigh and a tasseled and thin brown
leather belt was fastened loosely around her waist and rested on her hipbones.
Kathryn looked at her watch; it was 9:00 p.m. They had been put in charge of
the after-party by the entire student body – at least by the Golden Gods, as
the popular kids were called – and it was their job to deliver.
Somehow by some
cruel joke perpetrated by the universe, Kathryn had somehow become one of them.
That was a first for her family, and it was no surprise to her that this
ascension in the school’s hierarchy was achieved by her relationship with
Sheffield. He was one of the kindest and most popular guys at their elitist
school, and was a rock star on the Soccer field. It was the school’s claim to
greatness and claim to fame. Other schools had football, but Mariner was known
throughout the country for their school’s soccer team. In the eighteen years of
its existence – as long she had been alive – Mariner was a crowning achievement
and had only ever lost three games. Families from the country over, who dreamed
of soccer field futures for their children chose Mariner – a public high school
– over the best sports-driven private schools.
Mariner was a
dynasty of Bellingham Washington, and the rite of passage for the exclusive
children of South Hill, with their centuries-old Victorian, Tudor, Colonial,
and Craftsman mansions that stood on large plots of land between treacherous
and almost guard-like evergreens on every street, and sidewalks lined with
monstrous oaks and maples. Homes filled with inhabitants of both the living and
the dead.
Then there
werethe Edgemoore kids. Nouveau riche. Most of them were native Californians
whose parents moved here in a great rush for cheap land when California’s real
estate began to climb higher and higher, and for the chance to get their kid on
the Mariner soccer team.
Here, on the
cliffs on the other side of Bellingham Bay, and staring back at the old genteel
mansions, were the castle-like and gaudy estates of Edgemoore.
These kids had
no respect for the history that still stood in the city, and the almost haunted
charm of Fairhaven, that filled the space along the water between these two
wealthy neighborhoods. Fairhaven was the last town to merge with the county of
Whatcom in 1903, finally forming the greater city of Bellingham. For the city,
and everyone in it, there was a difference between the South Hill neighborhood
and the rest of Bellingham itself, as if it were still its own town.
Connecting the
south to the north of Bellingham was the campus of Fairhaven University, which
in the 1890s had been the Washington State Normal School. Fairhaven University
was carved through the trees and made up of tall, red-orange brick buildings
and concrete bridges overpaved pathways in between the green. The city was not
unlike Bram Stoker’s description of Transylvania: a place wild and filled with
spirits, and fiercer things that lived in the mouth of the Carpathian Mountains
that surrounded it.
The city was
surrounded by cliffs and an endless army of evergreens.
Interstate 5
snaked through all of this above the city, so that every exit dipped down into
it. Kathryn had grown up here, had been born here, into South Hill’s
superstition and paranoia and never-ending fears.
South Hill was
filled with the descendants of the founding families, and the majority had
worshiped at The Cathedral of the Sacred Heart.
The white wood
church with its gorgeous and detailed mammoth windows of stained glass was
crowned with a single black-slated roof and spire.
The first time
Kathryn had ever used her witchcraft against another was the priest who had
tried to take advantage of her when she was twelve. It had felt invigorating to
watch his body convulse and the blood begin to slip out of his mouth, eyes, and
nose – even his ears.
When he had hit
the floor, his brain fried, she had screamed and run out of the office as soon
as one of the nuns and another priest – Father
Malady – opened
the door, covering her tear-stained face.
It didn’t help
anything when she told them what he had been attempting to do when the aneurism
hit. She could hear the headmaster’s thoughts, as well as the two nuns and
Father Malady, who had sat with his arms folded, his angular and almost
rat-like face with his beady green eyes looking at her with a smug grin. They
knew she had somehow caused it. She was a Blackmoore, after all; she was a
witch and she had used her charms to seduce the priest. To bewitch him and
befuddle him and make him lose all of his sense and self-control. She had made
him weak on purpose so that she could kill him – to sacrifice him to Satan and
make another hit in their diabolical war with the Church.
She had said
nothing. She wanted to leave and go to Fairhaven Middle School. She was in her
last year of junior high and she didn’t
want to be in
this place any longer, with ruler hits and other obscene punishments. They were
more than happy to get her out. Her father,
Trevor Mayland,
had been the one to insist she go to Catholic School.
He feared the
Blackmoore name as much as anyone else, regardless of the fact that he had
married her mother, Annaline Blackmoore in 1961.
He had loved her
so much that he had wanted to save Annaline from what he saw as the Blackmoore
curse. He thought that she would be far from the devil’s reach if he could
marry her and make an honest woman out of her. A God-fearing woman who would go
to mass every
Sunday and keep
far from her family’s other practice, aside from Blackmoore World Corp. – a
multi-billion-dollar-a-year international company which handled almost all the
shipments of goods, most legal and some more questionable, of the entire world
– was running the Church of Light, the Spiritualist church that her
great-grandmother Aria had started in 1898, where she would commune with the
dead, read palm, tarot cards, and tea leaves.
It was a place
where for a hefty sum, Aria could be hired to work her witchcraft for others,
no matter the intention. The Church of Light was then run by Aria’s daughter
Fiona, and now her daughter Mabel, her mother’s older sister. Annaline had been
too adventurous for that anyways, and so Trevor’s plan meant nothing one way or
the other, as Annaline was too much of a wild child, concerned with music
festivals and poets and drinking while smoking pot and cigarettes.
This fact did
not stop Trevor Mayland from worrying about “his girls,” as he called his wife
and daughter, and sending Kathryn to boarding school, only a few blocks from
her actual home, to only visit on the weekends, was extremely easy for him.
Yes, she had had
enough at that point, and the death of the priest put a smile on her face – a
smile she had to fight back when they almost hesitantly told her that she was
finished and would be going back home.
They were
witches; this was true, and Father Malady had known this. A man of forty-seven,
straight from Ireland – in Kilcommon,County Mayo – where the Blackmoores had
originated from, and where they still lived inside the great limestone citadel
known as Blackmoore Hall on the shores of Broadhaven Bay.
Everyone in that
part of Ireland knew of the Blackmoores. They believed them to be a family who
grew into their wealth because of a pact with the devil, and those who knew
them gained fortune or befell ruin simply for knowing them.
During the witch
hunts her ancestors had fled the Black Moor and built a rustic cottage with a
thatched roof along the cruel and wild sea, in hiding from both the evils of
Christian men and the even greater and ancient evil that had tormented the clan
of the Black Moor for centuries before finally escaping. He was a dark and
bloodthirsty God who had tried to make slaves of the clan and had forced them
to sacrifice the weak and the innocent to his altar.
They had finally
escaped him, turning their back on him and refusing to write his name down or
speak it from their lips. This went on for two hundred years, until all those
who had known him had died, and he had grown weak from being forgotten. They
left the moor in the year 1145 and journeyed northwest, as far from the wood
and that deity as possible. They were secluded and far from wealthy, and then
suddenly in 1845, they began to buy up nearly thirteen thousand acres of land
and built a great, almost castle-like home. They were all certain that the
family was finally reaping their rewards for the trade of their souls.
This had never
been the case. The reason for the wealth was far more mundane; Katy Blackmoore
of New Orleans – where the family
had moved to in
the 1780s – denounced the family and the many evils that served the Dark God of
the Wood who wished to wipe out the Blackmoores, and left for Spain. She
returned almost a year later married to Spanish royalty, and bequeathed a
fortune enough for a kingdom to her father Tristan, her brother Nicholas, and
her grandparents Sarafeene and Malachey, in exchange for being left alone by
them so that she could live a normal life.
She had lost her
mother to her family and their Legacy – the name of their great curse – and she
was certain that if she separated herself from her family and lived a good
Christian life, never summoning her witchcraft, then she would not lose her
husband, and her children would never suffer the loss of a parent, or the
feeling of knowing who you were and what you were would end up killing the one
you loved.
The Blackmoores
had agreed and with that money, they made the family flourish. First in New
Orleans and Ireland, and then later, the family moved west and north, and all
points in between. Spreading out all across the United States, England, France,
Italy, and Ireland, in vesting in industry and especially shipping; and
acquiring and building fleets upon fleets of ships, until there was no one to
rival them.
By the time the
family had arrived in Fairhaven to begin building their empire in the “Gateway of
Alaska,” as it had been known, the residents of the city were openly hostile –
being fueled by the legends and superstitions of immigrant priests and servants
who whispered about the dangerous and devilish Blackmoores of Kilcommon and
their mission to take over the Christian world and hand it to the devil and his
fallen angels, wrapped with a big bloodstained bow.
It was shit, but
superstition is slow to die, and even in 1979, the people of South Hill still
feared the Blackmoore name and what it meant if you talked to them. Kathryn had
suffered that for so long, and for the longest time, Lila Sifuentes – the only
Latina in the school –had been her only friend.
Her father had
always loved Kathryn, but up until his death a week after the incident – due to
the sudden brain tumor that claimed the lives of those who have unprotected sex
with a Blackmoore – he had always been slightly wary of her, as if he could see
the curse deep under her veins.
Unprotected sex
with a Blackmoore always seemed to kill seven to twelve years later, and always
of a severe seizure and hemorrhage caused by the tumor. Blood pooled from the
nose, mouth, and other parts of the face, and the body would convulse. They
would be biting their tongues so hard that often they bit the tip off completely.
Every witch in her family always hoped and often believed that they would be
the Blackmoore to survive the curse, that their lover would be strong enough to
beat it back.
They always
died, and her father had been no different.
Kathryn had been
dangerously beautiful all her life, with a statuesque body and icy eyes – the
palest of blues – and soft olive skin with an always-perfectly-feathered auburn
mane lik ealion, and the latest fashions straight out of Vogueclothing her. She
had a husky whiskey voice, much like the actress Kim Novak. She had loved Bell,
Book, and Candle, so the comparison was flattering; besides, she thought Kim
Novak was a magnificent and stunning creature.

 

About the Author:
 
Marcus James is the author of five novels and has contributed to several anthologies with Alyson Books and has been a contributing writer for Seattle Gay News. He lives in Seattle with his husband and Staffordshire terrier. He is 32 years old.

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Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Cinderella Necromancer by F.M. Boughan

About the Book:

Title: CINDERELLA NECROMANCER

Author: F.M. Boughan

Pub. Date: September 5, 2017

Publisher: Month9Books, LLC

Pages: 324

Formats: Paperback, eBook

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CINDERELLA,NECROMANCER is CHIME meets ANNA, DRESSED IN BLOOD and was inspired by a real medieval grimoire of necromancy from 15th-century Germany.

Ellison lost her mother at an early age. But since then, her father has found love again. He’s happy and doesn’t quite notice that Ellison does not get along with his new wife or her mean daughters.

When Ellison discovers a necromantic tome while traveling the secret passages of her father’s mansion, she wonders if it could be the key to her freedom.

Until then, she must master her dark new power, even as her stepmother makes her a servant in her own home. And when her younger brother falls incurably ill, Ellison will do anything to ease his pain, including falling prey to her stepmother and stepsisters’ every whim and fancy.

Stumbling into a chance meeting of Prince William during a secret visit to her mother’s grave feels like a trick of fate when her stepmother refuses to allow Ellison to attend a palace festival.

But what if Ellison could see the kind and handsome prince once more? What if she could attend the festival? What if she could have everything she ever wanted and deserved by conjuring spirits to take revenge on her cruel stepmother?

As Ellison’s power grows, she loses control over the evil spirits meant to do her bidding. And as they begin to exert their own power over Ellison, she will have to decide whether it is she or her stepmother who is the true monster.

Excerpt:

(Excerpt from Chapter Twenty-Six: The Second Ball)

They left. I did not hesitate.

I set up the parlour as if by rote, though the ease with which I fell into the routine stirred a concern. I buried it.

The spirits did their work, and I would do mine.

I had no doubt of my power, though if anyone had asked, I couldn’t have explained why I continued to tempt my eternal fate. I was as though driven by some force—something unseen—to use the ability, now that I had it.

I don’t excuse what I did. I only wish to explain why I continued to seek retribution despite my misgivings.

What is more, I longed for something deeper. Harsher. More severe, for a part of me believed that no matter what, I still held control over the spirits and what they did. And that same part of me wanted to see Charlotte suffer.

And so it was with this in mind that I turned further pages in The Book, knowing full well what I sought.

“To inflict harm,” I read, “make an image of wax on the day and in the hour of intent, in the name of the one to be harmed. Thus, you should use wax of candles burned at a funeral, and on the likeness, fashion hands in the place of feet, and feet in the place of hands.”

And so I did. With candles from my room that I had saved from Mother’s funeral, I molded a crude figure of my stepsister. With my fingernail, I inscribed Charlotte’s name on the wax doll’s forehead, and on its chest and shoulder, carved the book’s images of circles, planets, and five-sided stars.

Then I called my spirits. With the bridle still, I had no need of the first spirit. To the second, I had only to repeat my request. And to the third, I gave the wax doll, which he consecrated with spit smeared over the doll’s eyes.

“What would you have me do?” Oliroomim spoke with an unsettling eagerness.

From my hair, I drew a pin. With a hollowness in the pit of my belly, I pierced the spine of the doll.

About F.M. Boughan:

F.M. Boughan is a bibliophile, a writer, and an unabashed parrot enthusiast. She can often be found writing in local coffee shops, namely because it’s hard to concentrate with a cat lying on the keyboard and a small, colorful parrot screaming into her ear. Her work is somewhat dark, somewhat violent, somewhat hopeful, and always contains a hint of magic.

You can follow Faith on Twitter (@FaithBoughan) for plenty of flailing about food (she likes to cook!), TV shows (she watches too many), and world dance (did you know she’s been performing & instructing in Bollywood-style dance for over 8 years?).

Or catch her on Facebook where she just might post pictures of her adorable cat & bird… among other things.

F.M. Boughan is represented by Bill Contardi of Brandt & Hochman.

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Giveaway:

1 winner will receive a finished copy of CINDERELLA NECROMANCER & a signed bookplate, International. (Wherever The Book Depository Ships)

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Tour Schedule:

 

Week Two:

8/28/2017- BookHounds YA– Guest Post

8/28/2017- A Dream Within A Dream– Review

 

8/29/2017- Wandering Bark Books– Guest Post

8/29/2017- Portrait of a Book– Review

 

8/30/2017- Morbid Romantic– Excerpt

8/30/2017- A Weebish Book Blog– Review

 

8/31/2017- Arvenig.it– Interview

8/31/2017- Pandora’s Books– Review

 

9/1/2017- Rainy Day Reviews– Guest Post

9/1/2017- The Autumn Bookshelf Review

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Virtual Book Tour, Book Review & Giveaway: Guardian Angel by William McCauley


Middle Grade / Young Adult
Date Published: 6/2013
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Markus Simmons, a 13-year-old 8th-grader, wants to hang with the cool kids. When his social studies class begins a Holocaust project, some A-listers befriend him to get him to work with them so they can have access to his Oma, who was in Auschwitz, and he discovers that there are Holocaust deniers in the world, one of whom is in his class. Then someone identifies his Oma as having played a criminal role during the Holocaust, and he has to reconcile his love for his grandmother, his desire to work with the cool kids, and his anger at the deniers and the others who attack his grandmother.
About the Author

William McCauley was born and grew up in the Northern Virginia suburbs of Washington, DC, in a delightful little town called Vienna. His B.A. in German and M.A. in English are from George Mason University, and at the ripe old age of 29, he “ran away from home” to do doctoral work in linguistics at the University of Colorado in Boulder. After two years, his Wanderlust attacked again, and he trekked on down to Miami, FL, where he did more doctoral work at the University of Miami. Then the powers that be at The German School Washington, where he had taught English for six years, tracked him down and asked him to come back. That brought him back to the DC area, where he taught at the German School for another eighteen years. He finished his career in education at the end of school year 14-15, retiring after ten years as a Gifted and Talented Education specialist with Howard County Public Schools in Maryland. Now all he wants to do is write – and read.

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Book Review & Giveaway: Amber Sky (C.O.I.L.S. of Copper and Brass, #1) by Claire Warner

Amber Sky (C.O.I.L.S of Copper and Brass #1) by Claire Warner
Genre: Dystopian Steampunk
Release Date: June 2nd 2017

Summary
“You thought I did this out of the goodness of my heart?” He gave a short mirthless laugh. “Not a bit of it, this is going to be dangerous for me. What are you offering for my help?”

Beneath the Amber Sky, the nobility control the food, education, and the mysterious C.O.I.L.S of Copper and Brass. To Tay, struggling to keep her siblings alive, the ideas of rebellion and freedom are distant and unreachable.

But when her father is arrested, she begs Darius James, the son of the Overseer, to save his life. Darius agrees, but his help costs her a favour, one he can call in at any time.

Darius’ favour will bring her to the Palace, and the perfect position to help the growing rebellion. But the court has games beyond anything she has seen before, and Darius’ secrets will add to the danger.

Tay is now able to make a difference, to join the rebellion, find the C.O.I.L.S and discover the secrets of the Amber Sky. All she has to do is survive.

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About the Author

When I was a child, I made up games and characters when my sister and I played with dolls. As I grew older, I would make up scenarios and scenes, fully intending to write them down but never finding the time. In my late teens, I discovered the world of role playing and settled into an avid ‘geeky’ life of D&D, comics, sci-fi and fantasy fiction. Years passed and I finally gave voice to the stories in my head. I write romance, fantasy, action and adventure. I love tales of steampunk and history, tales of magical powers and dark curses lurking in the shadows. Though The Black Lotus is not my first attempt at a novel, it is the first I have finished.

And some fun facts about me:
I sew.
My favourite Disney film is Atlantis.
I’ve been a film extra and stood 5 feet away from Sam Rockwell.
Babylon 5 is my fave sci-fi show.
I cried at the end of Toy Story 3.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Omega (The Infinity Division, #2) by Jus Accardo

Infinity (The Infinity Division, #1) by Jus Accardo
Published by Entangled Teen
Published on November 1st, 2016
Genre: YA Science Fiction
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Jump dimensions. Find the bad guy. Don’t fall in love.

Nobody said being the daughter of an army general was easy. But when her dad sends a teenage subordinate to babysit her while he’s away? That’s taking it a step too far.

Cade, as beautiful as he is deadly, watches Kori with more than just interest. He looks at her like he knows her very soul. And when he saves her from a seemingly random attack, well, that’s when things get weird.

Turns out, Kori’s dad isn’t just an army general—he’s the head of a secret government project that has invented a way to travel between parallel dimensions. Dimensions where there are infinite Koris, infinite Cades…and apparently, on every other Earth, they’re madly in love.

Falling for a soldier is the last thing on Kori’s mind. Especially when she finds herself in a deadly crossfire, and someone from another Earth is hell-bent on revenge…


Omega (The Infinity Division, #2) by Jus Accardo
Published by Entangled Teen
To be released on August 1st, 2017

One mistake can change everything. Ashlyn Calvert finds that out the hard way when a bad decision leads to the death of her best friend, Noah Anderson.

Only Noah isn’t really gone. Thanks to his parents’ company, the Infinity Division, there is a version of him skipping from one dimension to another, set on revenge for the death of his sister, Kori. When a chance encounter brings him face-to-face with Ash, he’s determined to resist the magnetic pull he’s felt for her time and time again. Because falling for Ash puts his mission—and their lives—in danger.

But there’s more going on in Ash’s alternate universe than either of them knows: a mysterious project called Omega. A conspiracy spanning multiple Earths and revolving around none other than Ash. Its creators would do anything to keep Omega secret…

Anything.


About the Author

JUS ACCARDO spent her childhood reading and learning to cook. Determined to follow in her grandfather’s footsteps as a chef, she applied and was accepted to the Culinary Institute of America. But at the last minute, she realized her true path lay with fiction, not food. Jus is the bestselling author of the popular Denazen series from Entangled publishing, as well as the Darker Agency series, and the New Adult series, The Eternal Balance. A native New Yorker, she lives in the middle of nowhere with her husband, three dogs, and sometimes guard bear, Oswald.

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“Maybe you used to be better at it?” I prodded. “I mean, you probably don’t get a lot of time to date while skipping all over creation, right? Maybe you’re just out of practice?”

“I’m not out of practice.” He seethed.

“It’s okay! It’s nothing to be ashamed of—”

For the second time since we’d met, he assaulted me. One second I was having the time of my life pushing his buttons—ridiculously easy to do—the next I was against the wall, Noah’s body covering mine. His lips moved furiously, scorchingly hot and with a level of passion I’d never felt before. His tongue slipped between my lips and despite having told other guys that I hated that, I melted, reveling in the millions of electrical tingles the action sent shooting through my body.

His hands gripped my head on either side. No roaming, no exploration. Somehow it made the whole thing hotter. Like he couldn’t bear to release me in fear that I’d move. That I’d get away and he’d have to stop.

And stop? No. That was a dirty word. A softly whispered sin in the darkest corners of the earth. Stopping this would be a crime of the highest caliber.

Except he did. Stop, that was.

He pulled away just far enough to look me in the eye, not yet letting go of my head. With an extremely satisfied tilt of his lip, he said, “Decent my ass.”

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