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I’d been poor as shit for my entire life. I’d learned to roll with it most days. Other times, like this morning, it punched me in the teeth.
In Harmony- Emma Scott
“You need to go,” she ordered him. “Now.” Danny stopped talking, his face going still behind his clear shield. And then he removed his oxygen supply. “We die together, then.” He was every bit as resolved as she was, an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.
Consumed- J. R. Ward
His children were left behind, like a sock in a drawer that was almost empty, and that was a million times worse than if there was nothing left at all.
Bring Down the Stars- Emma Scott
I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, asking it to be a doughnut.
Lost and Found Sisters- Jill Shalvis
Ragged police tape swung from the columns. The double-wide front door had been blown open, like the house had died mid-scream. Like it is still screaming.
Every Deep Desire- Sharon Wray
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Another light dusting of snow fell overnight. To hear everyone talk, the big one was only days away, and the forecasters projected a storm headed their way before or right after Halloween.
Here Nate was, in front of the woman who smelled like gardenias and had haunted his daydreams for the past two weeks, and he could barely speak.
Flicking away the last of the cookie bits from her sweater, she dipped her head and studied our adversaries. “Yup. And from my point of view, they look pretty scary.”
She looked a lot better than the last time he’d seen her. On that occasion fright had twisted her face into a…
