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Honey Trap Part One — Giselle Renarde

When Brezida stepped out of the stall, Jack was sitting on the loveseat across from the sinks.  She hadn’t heard the door open, hadn’t heard his footfall against the black tile, but somehow his presence—even in the women’s washroom—didn’t shock her.  After-hours at the restaurant, there was no telling what he might do.  One leg [...]
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Principal Favors — Brandy Fee

“Ryan is a good kid, Principal Lyons, he’s just a little troubled since his mother and I divorced.” Keith sat across the desk from his son’s principal, yet again. Last time, graffiti in the restroom. This time, a fight in the lunch room. The Principal, red-headed with enormous green eyes, stared at him over her [...]
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All for You — Giselle Renarde

You’re worth the wait. You must have known that all along, and known I was so besotted with you I would have waited a lifetime.  Despite everything going against us, you’ve remained my eternal fantasy all these years. And now the day has come. Hotel. Not an exotic setting, but given our respective home situations [...]
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A Stolen Moment — Cecile Lovell

I opened the door and walked into the dark dankness of the room. It was quiet, but unlike normal, I wasn’t afraid, this was a room I’d been in many times. I walked a few paces until I was almost to the hallway, I stopped, my breathing a little erratic, my heart thumping too loudly [...]
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The Bad Dream — Genevieve Delacroix

Act 1 Scene 1 Setting – Master bedroom – middle of the night. Door bangs open waking and startling couple in bed. Small boy of the age of five runs in. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” “What’s wrong little guy?” Dad leans out of the bed arms spread wide. “Come here little man.” Lifts son into his [...]
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The Poor Reverend Moore — Yasmine Jones

Over the tops of his piously folded hands, the Reverend Sherman Moore considered the petite new wife of the stalwart farmer Joe Johnson. She sat several lengths away from him in the first pew of the now emptied church, after the last parishioners had pressed hands with him, praised him for his customary exceptional sermon, [...]
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A New Love — Saffron Sands

Her skin came to life once again as his hands brushed over her. She could feel the tiny hairs on her flesh rising to meet his fingers, longing for his touch just one more time.  She closed her eyes and deeply breathed in his scent, a mixture of cologne and sweat, then slowly exhaled, ever [...]
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