Taking
a large drink of his beer, Eamon looked around the pub. It was one of his
favourite things to do, people watch. It wasn’t Patricks; he liked to be in the
crowd. Liked meeting new people, seeing new things, whereas Eamon was content
to sit by himself and watch the world around him.
Taking Control of my Werewolf (Moonlit Wolves #4) op
What I’ve done
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Seeking my Werewolf (Moonlit Wolves #3)
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Want: Finish It
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Done: finished, first draft. (18,464w)— more info below
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Untitled (next blog story)—Valentine’s Day!
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Want: To start—mostly outline
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wrote: 2,062 words
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Taking Control of my Werewolf (Moonlit Wolves #4)
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Want: start
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wrote: 3,527 words
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You’re Telling Me (YA
Romance, Stand-alone)
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Want; started it up—read below if interested, excerpt included.
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wrote: 1,030 words
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outside
work
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190
words
(Filled Monthly Quota)
[Research] What I
Learnt
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muscle relaxants
o is a drug which affects
skeletal muscle function and decreases the muscle tone.
o Back in the 16th
century the natives of Amazon Basin used a poison-(today known as
curare)-tipped arrows that produced a death by skeletal muscle paralysis.—cool,
huh?
o There are a whole heap of
others, but it’s boring, it’s so boring I could hardly keep my eyes open. And what’s
below is much more interesting, and more relevant to my books, which this one
is not.
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Poppers
o Well, it’s a slang term for a
drug (boppers & snappers are also what it could be known as). It’s been
part of the club culture from disco (1097s) to the rave scene (1980-1990). It
has a long history of use due to the rush of warm sensations and dizziness when
the vapours are inhaled.
o ETRMOLOGY: “Amyl nitrite, manufactured by Burroughs Wellcome (now GlaxoSmithKline) and Eli Lilly and Company, was originally sold in small glass ampoules that were crushed to release their vapors, and received
the name "poppers" and "snappers" as a result of the
popping sound made by crushing the ampoule.[5]”
o HISTORY: is actually quite interesting.
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"He was into amylnitrate. I don't know if you know what that is, but
basically it's a popper. You use it for sex."[7]
o EFFECTS
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Effects are instantaneous and brief, but intense. These effects are
caused by a sudden surge of blood to the heart and brain
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Light-headedness, giddiness, heat flush or heightened sensual awareness
may also result. This is known as a headrush
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Some users may also experience the impression of time slowing down
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The effects fade two to five minutes after use
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Users are often left with a headache.
o
APHRODISIAC: “Inhaling nitrites relaxes smooth
muscles throughout the body, including the sphincter muscles of
the anus and the vagina.[8] It is
unclear if there is a direct effect on the brain. Smooth muscle surrounds the
body's blood vessels and when relaxed causes these vessels to dilate resulting
in an immediate decrease in blood
pressure, producing a sensation of heat and excitement that
usually lasts for a couple of minutes.
o
Alkyl nitites are often used as a club drug or to enhance a sexual
experience.[1] The head rush, euphoria, and other sensations that
result from the increased heart rate are often felt to increase sexual arousal and desire.[1]”
Well I’d never be able to use this, but then I’m
a Gemini and I’m too much about the need to (or think I am in) control of me
brain. Though saying this, my recreational drug use (other than being spiked,
which I think I was once, though not efficiently). I ran on a theory, my whole
teen life when it came to heavy drugs. I would either love it or I’d hate it.
And I didn’t particular want to kill myself for something I didn’t need, nor
get addicted to the shit. Still, it’s kinda interest.
o
Seems these days (reported)
it’s a common use with under age 12-17yrs. But the percentage is still low.
1.5%--1.8% with 20% in North West England in ’00. In the late 80’s the
percentage of gay men using it was 69%. This same survey also found that 11%
was recreational increasing to 22% among ‘heavy abusers’
o
HEALTH ISSUES: to society. Which I think
all heavy drug problems do. So it’s a no brainer. (but the risk is actually
low)
o
A serious decrease in blood
pressure leading to fainting, stroke, or heart attack. There’s Poisoning if
your swallow it rather than inhaling it. Can make problems with your sight.
o
Anemia Popper inhalation also has been associated with Heinz body hemolytic anemia and methemoglobinemia.[33].
o
Poppers can also increase intraocular pressure, and so should be avoided
by people who have glaucoma.[34][35]
o
Irritated throat may cause breathing by mouth (but not by nose) harder.
Probably increased risk for throat cancer if cancer if prevalent
o
Side effects: Common side-effects of popper
use include headaches,[36] and in
some cases temporary erectile problems. Other risks include burns if spilled
on skin.
o
Rarely, the use of poppers can cause methemoglobinemia and hemolysis, especially in
individuals predisposed towards such a condition or in overdose. Hemolytic anemia (or haemolytic anaemia), a
form of anemia due to hemolysis, may break out consistently.
o
More rarely, acute use of poppers has been associated with asphyxia, arrhythmias, cardiovascular depression, carbon monoxide poisoning, hepatorenal toxicity, mucosal, pulmonary, skin irritation and facial dermatitis.
‘Erectile problems’, kinda funny when it’s used
as a sex drug, don’t ya think? Kinda risking a lot.
Well that’s
me done. There are parts that I just couldn’t be bothered capping, which is why
I didn’t, but I did read it all. Anyway, I heard about it, needed to
understand, to find out. Interesting and not as it is. I did.
This was
from Wikipedia, so how accurate it is I’m not sure.
Thoughts for Thoughts
Let’s talk stories (ideas). Starting with Moonlit Wolves series, and ending with something
new.
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Gotta remember that I don’t want this book to have a wash of
happy-land, where the LGBTQ community is like everyone else. This will be shown
better in the later books, but for now, I have to remember to put some shield
between them and the hets.
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—okay, so it’s not going to work. I guess the people that frequent the
bar, at least that this time of day, will have to be, either use…
o Oh, shit—story line, fuck
yeah!!!
o Book 11: To Catch a
Werewolf’s Attention, Jack (werewolf) & Terry (Tim’s friend)’s story.
o This books starts, at least
Jack’s story starts in book 5, which is becoming a book with many starts
because it also introduces us to John, from book 15: Functioning Werewolf. He’ll be in the story,
most of the time, from book 5; he is there doctor.
But this way, yeah, again to
me I made a character that it smart and I really should stop that shit.
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I’m going to be writing my next ‘Blog Story’—you know, after the ten
weeks it’s going to take for me to put this one threw (and I’m gonna, no matter
if no one reads it). I’m thinking of (and it’s not going away) that I’ll write
a story about two men in a ‘gay for you’ after that first admission.
o It will either be, straight
after, the two of them coming out (or one, I’ve not decided if they are best
mates that fell in love, or a gay dude and straight dude. So it will be one (or
both) coming out to the family.
o —or it could be that a few
years later when the honey moon is over (though straight to gay, it would sorta
happen the first place, this one, other than the other will be a couple of
years (5-10) and be more about trust and another man, kinda thing. That lake of
passion, that rut and a man spending too much time somewhere else.
o —or, it will be even further
down the line, when the gay dude dies and the other is in a struggle to find
out what that means for him. It will have the grief, though I’m thinking it
will be a step beyond that when he’s ready to move on. But what does that mean?
Going back to being straight? Continuing to be with men??
Though saying this, I could
actually do them all, because the time line between them is actually a big time
difference, so maybe I should start out with the first step, and then if you
want more, well, I can write more. Hum….
It will be a Contemporary LGBTQ
Romance, ‘gay for you’ story between two men.
NOTE: I
thought about it, and I really like the idea that I write these three stories
from these guys points of view, in major points in their lives, that everyone
has. Anyway, I’ve decided I’m going to do them all. This year. One for each
‘holiday’—valentines will be the first, then Christmas in July, and lastly
Halloween. We’ll see if Christmas and New Year’s gets one, but I could have a
different idea by then. We’ll see.
So do any of you want to name them???
(Book 12: Naming our Werewolf, has just been set uppish.
Or at least the love line threw the threesome—yep. I’m taking a hand at a
threesome. Yeah!)
486w Taking Control of my Werewolf (Moonlit Wolves #4)
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But I doubt I’ll keep them. (the dabble or two I’ve written for further
in the story)
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I am going to have so many problems with this story. Shit. I really
wish I could magically get rid of this story. Or these characters. How the hell
am I mean to do it??
Really, people, it’s going
to be hard. Here’s my why’s:
1.
Firstly the attitude that comes through Chris. It’s about his past.
Throw in a little small man syndrome, and a beating by his family. He has
attitude I’m not sure if I’ll be able to write done as strongly as it’s coming
from inside my head. Really, even the past points of him, aren’t what I see him
as.
2.
Eamon is older, smarter, like PHD smart—being as I’m making him a
shrink—though, it won’t be as hard as I think it will because I know the back
stories. I know what they are like. I’m hoping I’m as good as I think I am at
reading people, so I should be alright at making the right movement when he’s
looking.
§ But more so, he’s smart, and
I’m not.
His pervious partner was a
slave like sub. They were deep into the scene and so….I at least have to have
reference points. And things he’s like—shit, I have to make him complete
possessive alpha. I’m shit at normal alphas how the hell am I meant to write a
possessive one?
3.
Chris might like the scene, a little, though he’s never gone into it. He
just likes the roughness, the pain, the strength his partner puts over him, the
safety and the knowledge that he can completely let go. He doesn’t do full on.
4.
So basically I have to have a struggle with Eamon to not see Chris as
he’s old partner and create something new. While what he’s known for so long
comes naturally.
§ Which means at first he’ll
have to try and push that shit onto Chris a little. Which is going to be the
point in the story. The struggle to let go of the past and become something
new.
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It’s hard. Right. Since I just don’t think I’ll ever be that good at
writing, so this probably won’t come out half as well as I hope it will.
Worse is I can’t get rid of
it either. The story is getting written.
It’s just accrued to me that I don’t think
I’ve ever told you where the names come from in the Moonlit Wolves series
(there are enough for 29 books). Huh. It’s an interesting tale. Not. Maybe I’ll
get around to it later one
1,082w Seeking my Werewolf (Moonlit Wolves #3)
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Yeah I really need to have that confrontation with the rest of the boys
so that his personality when it comes to Phil is shown. The differences with
it.
That he’s not as open about
everything with the others as he is with Phil. Especially when it’s just Phil.
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Shit, they have to have an argument and I’m not really in that type of
mood. Shit. This is gonna suck. Hehe.
[Chap 10: 1,412w]
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I think this will need to be lengthened but I can’t think of anything
else at the moment. Added the part in a previous chapter that I have to write
out….
I FINISHED!
Seeking My Werewolf (Moonlit Wolves #3)
First draft early November 2012 to 15th
January 2013
18,464 Words / 11 chapters / 38 pages
Paranormal Romance, m/m
Next step: add in what’s missing, read threw
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Fix Ups: losing 457 words, being
replaced by 410w. –which makes Chap 10 have 1,385w, losing us 27 words. =
18,437 words, instead on above.
It feels better now. Feels
finished.
Apparently Picnic’s can’t be put in the fridge.
Let’s
start the next one up, hey, Moonlit Wolves, book 4:
Taking Control of my Werewolf
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This is a Paranormal Erotic Romance, lite BDSM m/m.
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It’s Eamon, a shrink who’s lost his partner to death a while back and
he’s at a point that he’s friends put him in the car and told him to take a
vacation. Ends up at one of his partners properties Eamon never knew he had.
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Chris is a small man with chip on his shoulders, but he has a group of
friends he calls family.
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This is about them coming together and creating something better of
themselves with each other.
o You can look above, and see
the struggles I’m going to have with story so I’m not going to put it up again.
And previous posting have told you about the small amount I have already
written.
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This is already sitting at 1,999 words and Eamon has seen Chris—or is
about to, at a local pub. He will end up hiring the group to clean up his
property and that’s how they will meet. Properly.
o Then add two parts that will
be in there but might be written up differently. Part 1: them talking about
Eamon being a Dom, 429w & then talking about sex, and safe words, 278w
Did you know that when you become a Buddhist
you have to swear not to participate in any oral or anal sex because it’s too
close to being gay?!
(Obviously one-sided paraphrasing)
1,312w Taking Control of my Werewolf (Moonlit Wolves #4)
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Ah...the help of the yellow pages—okay, so more the white pages, but it
is all one book.
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Shit, I don’t even know how long the dude has been dead for. What kinda
writer am I? A few years. A year? Shit, I don’t want it to be to close,
because….well, like hell, that fall in love with someone that quickly, no
matter if you’re a soul mate of not. Grief needs to be possessive and all that
crap. I think a year? Maybe just under?
I don’t even know how he
died. Was it natural? Cancer? Surprised? Killed?
The dying of cancer would
actually work better, wouldn’t it? And if you think about it, it can have a
shorter time of one lover to the next because your grief sorta happens while
the person is still alive.
[Chap 2: 1,321w]
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Gene’s back story is spoken about, which helps, though he isn’t next. I
think though a lot of the others histories might come out in this one, because
of…yeah.
Also gotta make sure I got
the school system right. Add a school name, which I don’t know, and then…yeah,
part done.
I have this thought (You’re Telling Me)
Though I’m really not going
to go into that great a detail, unless you want, but I’ve been thinking ‘bout
this group of kids—and I say that with the utmost respect, but I’m old I’m
allowed to call a dude whose 16 ‘kid’ but it’s about these kids. At first they
were also in another point of view and I could never really understand the
story they wanted to share. But there it hit. Like a light in a dark room and I
was just too blind to see.
Kids, a group. Three meet in
primary school. Two kids sitting on a silver bench in kindy, a girl works up,
sits down in front of them and tells them that now there her best friends.—see
where my problems have lied, she’s a force of massive personality, and it’s a
little hard to see around her.
So we have these three kids,
thicker than thieves. When they reach high school they pull two more into their
atmosphere. One they meet at the school, the other his best mate from
preschool.
This group, well, that’s
where I land—actually I know a shit load more about them. Who’s who and who
likes who kind of gossipy that you have when you’re in high school. I know
what’s gonna happen, but how I should get this story out….?
Though, it is, and will be,
a YA Romantic fiction, probably romance, that will hold the true edge of teen
life we adults don’t want to think your kiddies are getting up to.
I’ll give you a sampling….
~*~
“Fuck I’m bored,” Adam leant back in the mattered mattress they
had leaning up against the wall—a makeshift lounge, set on a low table to keep
it off the concert floor.
“Well
watcha wanna do?” Kale asked as he beat the shit outta a couple prostitutes on
the screen.
“Fuck
knows,” Adam scratched his head. “To fucking bored to do anythin’.”
“Whatch
watching Cade?” Jack asked as he sat next to the man on a battered lounge
Adam’s dad gave him when he wanted the garage as a crash pad.
“Porn,”
the rest of them announced at the same time.
“Figures—fuck
men, that black dudes hung.”
“Is’he?”
Kale asked throwing the controller onto the table the console sat on.
“Yeah,
seriously, though he’s balls are small as shit,”
“Doesn’t
even look like he got any,” Cade muttered.
“Angle?”
Adam asked off hand.
“Could
be a…a…shit, ya know, the…”
“Transsexuals?”
“Yeah,
could be that, man is pretty,” his smile was more pride at the thought that
anything.
“Could
be,” Jack nodded, his hand fiddled with his crouch. “Oh! Adam’s right—angel! Look
how tight they are?!”
Adam
shook his head smiling.
“Fucks
that’s hot,” he muttered before he gave up and just undid himself. “Wanna see
who finishes first?”
Adam
shrugged.
“Nothing
better to do,” Kale muttered pulling the phone out of Cade’s hands.
“Not
really,” Cade muttered.
“Yeah
whatever, you’re just pissy ‘cause you always lose,” Jack laughed as he lift
his hips and shifted his pants down.
“Like
lasting longer is a bad thing,” Cade muttered as he got comfortable, his dick
in hand.
“Is
when it’s a competition on who blows first,” Jack’s voice sounded tight.
“Here,”
Kale said a moment before the phone landed near Adam’s feet. Dick already in
hand and a slow pump Adam looked at the image playing out over the phone. He
was in a good point, the woman on her knees, her head turned the other way. A
black hand fisted her dirty blond. Her breast swung back and forth.
The
camera angel changed, a thick black dick sliding in and out of puffy swollen
red lips, a piercing in her clit, his balls brushing it with each quick thrust.
A
slow, deep roll of hips. And Adam had enough; he threw the phone back at Cade.
“Show
time,” Jack moaned and they all started the real work.
Adam
let his head tilt back, his eyes closed, as a movie work its way through his
head. An image on image of what he’d just seen.
“eerg..”
hit his orgasm, wetness covered his hands as he moved his hand over the head to
catch what he could so he didn’t have to change.
“Suck
it bitches!” Jack’s voice filled the pants and grunts.
Adam
laughed threw the end of the endorphins that were running threw his body. A few
seconds later he was leaning over to the other side of the mattress for the
towels and ruined shirts that were dumped there.
“Fuck!”
Cade’s finish always last. And it made the rest of them laugh.
Cleaned
up, pants in place they were relaxing into the bliss.
“Gentleman,”
Mandy said as she came into the room, a muttered, “always smells like fucking
sex in here.” And then she was sitting next to Adam.
“Your
timing is impeccable, again, my dear,” Jack said as he picked up the
controller.
“Yeah, yeah, how long ago did ya cover up?”
~*~
Apparently
I’m okay doing my first drafts the way I do them. Josh Lanyon does to. He
writes down parts, I’m guessing what’s in his head, and then jots down the
notes that need to fill the rest of the part in.
It’s
what I do. When I need to keep on writing, or I’m not in the mood to make it
work. Or I’m not fully sure what/how/which position… it’s going to work out, I
jot the notes and when I have it figured out. Their character more defined.
Then I go back and fill it in.
646w You’re Telling Me + 384w = 1,030w in total
[Prologue: 1,190w]
Just the back story, might
not actually make it into the book at all, but it’s what’s in my head and it
really needed to be concreted onto page for me.
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Yeah, I’m going to try and write this one without the prologue, but not
grantee, and even if I do, I’ll actually write up the first part and make it a
short story for the whole book, to put up for you, if your ever interested.
Second Week
1,068w Taking Control of my Werewolf (Moonlit Wolves #4)
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There’s a part of dribble that I’m not sure matters, other than filler,
and it seems a little boring. So….
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Descripted Eamon, and I’m not sure, shit. But… like he seems right, or
at least I couldn’t stop myself from describing him this way. Maybe it’s just
Chris’ description. But then, I don’t really get full on looks at my
characters, just the thing that stands out on them. And I have to let the one
describing them tell it. Since people see people differently, right?
Anyway, Eamon is more a type
of personality that I see, I don’t know if I’ve…wait! Maybe I’m—no, actually he
seems perfect this way…. huh.
It kinda makes what he can
do a little bit more impressive.
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This book isn’t turning out like I hoped, sorry. I just can’t seem to
write that full on personality that I hoped Chris’ would have. Maybe it’s
because he doesn’t have it. Or that I haven’t really gotten that far….but I’m
not hopeful this will be any great book.
[Chap 3; 1,273]—will have more contexts,
when I fill it in.
You
know, it took me five years to get into the reading that I liked. To get to
this point.
In 2007 (I think) I started reading YA, starting with Twilight,
Evernight, House of Night, and more, working threw them ‘til, round 2009 (I
think) where I read my first adults romance, Bloodline, to lords of the
underworld. Black dagger brotherhood, dark-hunters, Anita Black and more…. I
think it wasn’t ‘til mid-2011 when I got my first erotica, Wolf Tales, and my
first real bite of m/m loving, which went slow, because I had to order than in,
but resulted in Heaven Sent, With or Without, The Assignment, Faith Love and
Devotion and then mid-2012 when I got my iPad and the whole lot of books came
and went. Lost shifters series, Wolves of Stone ridge. Josh Lanyon, RJ Scott,
Mercy Celeste…. And it won’t be until mid-year that I’ll get the books that I
really want, because I’ll get myself a Kindle, or something of my birthday.
Still, five years from the first book I truly picked up and made me fall in
love with reading. Pretty impressive, how far I’ve come.
The rain sounds like it has a bladder
problem… with a lot of gas.
170w untitled (blog story)
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Until now. Named it: Being that for You.
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This one is starting with them getting together, but it’s not working
out as good as I hoped. We’ll see how it ends up. But I started it without
being in the right mood. Honestly it’s the next story that I can’t seem to get
out of my head. But I want this out for Valentine’s Day and that’s like in a
couple of weeks, so I don’t have the time to write the next one first. But
we’ll see. This one might be shorter than the ones to come because of this.
It’s also one of the easiest and honestly one that can be over with in under
2000 words, so….I might just make it sweet and simple, and then the next one,
have more depths.
661w Taking Control of my Werewolf (Moonlit Wolves #4)
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Just did the end of the book. –he, it’s a set up for book 5 and 11,
because I’m not going to make you read in order, but it’s probably going to
help. Sorry. I’m shit at this, but then, it’s only my first time. –
1,892w Bring that for You
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This is a three part story. First part done. Not that I’m going to give
it to you in three parts, I’m hoping it will be a single posting for
Valentine’s Day, unlike the next one, this chunk is actually really easy to
write, to do. Because there isn’t all that much to it. Christmas in July, that
ones the one I can’t stop thinking about, it’s going to be the toughest, and
most likely a little longer.
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Oh, and I re-wrote the start, there’s a little confession point, that
might still go, because it’s actually really hard to write a tear jerking
ending to a book at the start with no back story.
190w Sharing Death
Ending Paragraph
“Love you too babe,
sleep well.” And with a sigh that Mike couldn’t hear over his own breathing he
hung up the phone and went to clean himself up.
He really should stop doing this in his office.
Being that for You, page 4
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