Love After Midnight
Storytime, Romance, LGBT
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Category: LGBT
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Do you believe in soulmates? Why or why not? I want to believe in them. I think the idea that there is a soulmate(s) out there for everyone is awesome. Im also sad about the idea because at 38 I still havent met mine, or God forbid I have and for whatever reason we either…
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Yay!!! So I just checked, and we are up to 27 reviews on Amazon for “The Mirror Between Us,” and I can’t be any happier. I have some more coming soon, so my hopes are high. As far as the rating goes, we are at an overall 4.7 out of 5. Again, I am happy…
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We are getting there, guys. It might take a while, but I am glad to see that more people are not only reading my book but also leaving great reviews. I love it. Thank you to everyone who has supported me. I can’t wait for us to grow together, and I can’t wait until I…
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The next morning, Kai woke up in Caleb’s arms, and the morning looked as peaceful as it could after the rain. He moved a little and was pleasantly sore after last night. Caleb was passionate, and Kai loved every minute of it. He let his mind wander to Sierra; they had been dealing with so…
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Got another review and it looks promising. I luv reading these n i luv that they are going to recommend the book to friends cause that means more ppl reading my stuff and hopefully liking it
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Now that Liam wasn’t focusing on the crazy lady coming at him with a needle gun, he realized that he could now understand Cornelius clearly and without difficulty. Halfway listening to what Cornelius and Jessica are saying, and looking around as best as I can, being strapped down. Jessica is at the desk typing away,…
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Coming to Liam feels his arms and legs are bonded to something that is metal. He squeezes his eye closed, the pain in his head making itself known, and he tries moving around a little to test how far he can move before his binds hinder him. When he opens his eyes into slits…
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I am stuck right now in my current stories, I know where I want it to go but it’s hard finding the right words… so, I am going to do what I normally do when this happens… I am gonna write something else so I can still get my creativity out and then maybe it…
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Dawn smelled of rain and printer ink. Ari woke with the practiced calm of someone who had learned to steady herself before the world asked for steadiness. She dressed in the same careful order she used for drills: socks, shoes, a braid Cashel had started, and Leonidas finished. At breakfast, they spoke in small, ordinary…
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Ari learned to count in two languages now: the tidy numbers her teacher wrote on the board and the quiet measures of power that lived beneath her ribs. Mornings were arithmetic and playground politics; afternoons were drills and debriefs. She practiced tethering a thought to a name until the syllable felt like a stone she…