I started the new year by removing my ebooks, and later, my paperbacks from the site. This wasn't a spur of the moment thing for me; I've been thinking about jumping ship for a few years now, but was wary of cutting off that income stream.
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The hotel was large, with no shortage of available units. Vallens and ver panther explored half of the occupied rooms in a futile attempt to find a few survivors. Instead, they found nothing but the usual: ruffled bedding, scattered clothes, running water, and food left to sit. Food that lacked
In those first fretful seconds before the bike took off, Vallens warned her not to look back, not to look at the small mirror mounted on ver handlebars. Why would she even want to, knowing there was a fleet of sharks on their tail? It was easier to close her
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Prior to all this, Saffron was just milling around. It had no real purpose here, other than watching for the ever creeping waterline. Vallens busied vemself with packing up as much food and booze as possible, and Eisbaer was hard at work, fashioning protective gear. What else could it possibly
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“I can’t believe Vallens is missing out on this!” Eisbaer was worried about the rain at first, but the shield extended a good distance over the lake, stopping near the center. There was even a dock with several boats: a simple rowboat, a pair of paddle boats for lovers,
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“Fuck fuck fuck,” Vallens yelled at nothing in particular. Ve were drenched to the bone, and could barely see inches beyond ver own nose. “Motherfuck—” The cruel wind whipped pellets of water into ver open mouth, lacerating ver cheeks and tongue. Ve spat out blood, and spotted a few pixels
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Saffron awoke not to the sound of terrified cries or clashing blades, but to the pleasant crackling of a low fire. And then there was the smell! Baked fish and eggs on fragrant leaves. It hadn’t handpicked these for vem, but recognized the smell from its day among the
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This is a decision I made after very careful consideration, but I will be delisting several romance books. Fluid Bonding is an exception because it was my debut and I've still got a fondness for it. But all of St. Acton and maybe Never Too Much. St. Acton
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Vallens had vemself quite the feast, taking several fastidious bites of a skewered fish, and washing it all down with ver crawfish stew. If not for the little critters, it would’ve been quite appetizing. Ve did prepare a more vegetarian friendly version for Eisbaer, including radishes, carrots, and a
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Literally just talking about myself here, which isn't fun because it's gonna affect how I approach future books. Perhaps. I've said for years now that if I had to have a dream job, it would be writing related. I love the idea of spending
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Logically speaking, Eisbaer knew they’d only been walking (both ways) for an hour at the most, but she was still relieved to be on the back of Vallens’ motorbike. Her poor paws were dead tired! I really need to work out more... Maybe it was all the downed trees
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Foraging for berries and inspecting that tree actually boosted Saffron’s botany level by one, planting it firmly on ten. Ten! Now it would receive extra items while scavenging and toiling in the field. Why hadn’t it tried this before, instead of scouting out toy stores and dodging slavers?
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“I can’t believe it even needs to be said, but please stop licking yourself.” Grunting, Saffron lowered its arm, the fur matted with its own saliva. If ve hadn’t said it, Eisbaer would’ve. “It’s just a flesh wound,” it started, but she wasn’t having it.
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“Are you sure about this?” Saffron asked, when it was just the two of them. Vallens moved fast, robe drifting on the wind. And Eisbaer was happy to see nothing but ver back; that skeletal makeup (or what she hoped was makeup) creeped her the heck out. And seeing ver