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Muscle Memory by Stylo Fantôme

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Muscle Memory by Stylo Fantôme

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” I thought you were just some good girl who didn’t know what she was getting into,” he said.

“Well then, do you still think that?”

“No.”

“What do you think about me now?”

“I think you’re a very naughty girl who’s about to get fucked.”  

 

If she couldn’t be the love of his life anymore, she would help him love life. She would make him smile and laugh, she would encourage him and share with him.

 

I don’t know her, but she’s in my blood and in my bones and in my body. I wake up reaching for her, but can’t remember her ever being there. I turn around to look for her, then realize she was never with me. She’s my ghost, she haunts me. I don’t remember her, but I know her.

 

Other Stories by Stylo Fantôme

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51dLIGmqT4L._UX250_About the Author

Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since …, forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up.

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The Darkest Sunrise Duet by Aly Martinez

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The Darkest Sunrise Duet by Aly Martinez

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I wasn’t a rash person by any stretch of the imagination, but I felt it with her – the common denominator I’d never found with anyone else. Don’t get me wrong. Love at first sight didn’t exist. Soul mates were the likes of fairy tales. And lust wasn’t love, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself otherwise. 
“Please, Porter,” she said in a husky voice. I felt every single consonant and vowel of her plea deep inside my soul. She didn’t need to beg. Not now. Not ever. If she wanted anything, I was going to give it to her. 
“You’re hard to read, Charlotte. But your hands always tell me the truth.” His voice got low and husky. “You grip me tight when you’re nervous or anxious. You squeeze me soft when you’re being sweet. And you pull it away when you’re trying to hide.” He nuzzled his face and breathed, “Tonight, we’ll figure out what your hands do when I’m making you come. 

 

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I’m a wife and stay at home mom to four wild kids under the age of six. My life is pretty much crazy at all times.
I’m a proud wino. Reader. Author. Ice cream hater. Olive lover. Southern girl. Did I mention wino already?

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The Forbidden by Jodi Ellen Malpas

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The Forbidden by Jodi Ellen Malpas

The forbidden is too irresistible. It has a dangerous allure and a compelling magnetism. And it’s certainly going to inflict pain and anguish.

Karma isn’t just a bitch. She’s a barbaric psychopath.

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“Thank you for your help,” I say quietly, studying him, definitely detecting that he’s deep in thought. Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask. I need to get back into my apartment without engaging with him, which could prove tricky when he’s blocking the doorway and looking like he has no intention of shifting to let me in.

“Annie,” he breathes. “I’m struggling so badly.”

“I’m not doing this.” I swallow, pushing my way past him. He grabs me by the top of my arm and holds me in place. “Let me go, Jack.”

“I’ve already told you I can’t do that. Annie, I’m drowning here. I’m going out of my mind, and the more time I spend with you the fucking worse it’s getting. Listening to you, talking to you, sharing a passion with you that goes way beyond the amazing time we had in bed together.”

“You have to forget!” I yell, knowing anger is the only way forward. Be angry with him. Let it dominate me and rule me, because the alternative scares me to fucking death.

He pushes me into the hall and slams the door behind us, forcing me to back up. “No,” he says, straight and even. “No,” he repeats, moving one more step forward, except this time I don’t retreat. Because I can’t. Because he has me locked in place with those grey eyes, and now they’re back to their full glory. Sparkling, even if it’s with anger. He reaches for his shirt and starts unbuttoning it before shrugging it off and throwing it to the floor, revealing the chest that’s haunting me.

I quickly look down at the pile of material, my mind reeling. His chest. His perfect damn chest. “What are you doing?”

“I have no fucking idea.” He reaches for me and slides a hand around my neck, pulling me to him. Our chests meet, and my determination to repel him vanishes under our connection. Wrongs turn into rights. Conflict turns into craving.

“I can’t get you out of my head, Annie.” His forehead meets mine, his palm massaging away the tightness in my neck muscles, softening me up until I relax in his hold. “I want you all over again, and I can’t even find the will to worry about how much more that’ll make me want you.” He breathes down on me. “I’ve played that night on repeat. I’ve dreamed of holding you in my arms again. I’ve craved the sound of your voice, the feel of your touch, the softness of your lips on mine. I know I shouldn’t want you. But I do. Nothing has ever made me feel this insane with need. Nothing has taken up so much space in my head. I can’t fucking help it, Annie.” His grey gaze sinks into me, my heart steadying to an even thrum. His head starts to shake mildly, his splayed hand moving up to the back of my head and fisting my hair. “I don’t want to help it,” he growls. “I want you. I don’t care how wrong it is.” His clenched fist tightens, gripping my hair harshly. “I know I’ve been on your mind since I fucked you every which way in that hotel room. Stop denying it. Don’t insult me and tell me you don’t crave that amazing feeling all over again. I can see it in your eyes every damn time I look into them. You. Want. Me.”

It’s me who moves in first. All me. I lunge forward and smash my lips to his, the magnetic force winning. His words winning. Jack winning. My heart winning. I coax his mouth open with hard, hungry kisses. I’ve lost my mind to a craving too powerful to fight off. And, like Jack, I don’t care how wrong it is.

Lost.

Yet as he walks me backward until my back slams into the wall, I feel found again.

I cry out, and Jack moans. We’re clumsy and desperate. He’s pushing me up the wall with the force of his kiss, then he’s rolling away, taking me with him until it’s his back slamming into the wall. It’s the elevator all over again. The atmosphere is sizzling. I’m on fire. He scoops me up, pinning me to him, and carries me into my bedroom. I focus on him. Only him and the return of feelings that I’ve fantasized about since that unforgettable night. All the guilt is abandoning me, and I let it, unprepared to let anything stop me from taking the forbidden.

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Where Good Girls Go to Die by Holly Renee

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Where Good Girls Go to Die by Holly Renee

Favorite Quotes

I may have been a good girl then, but you destroyed every piece of her. I actually feel bad for Emily, because you, Parker James, are where good girls go to die.
“I love you, Livy.”
“I know, but fuck me like you don’t.”
He looked dangerous. He reminded me of a bad habit. He was something I knew I shouldn’t want, but I felt myself gravitating toward him regardless.  
I would take being bad with Parker James a million times over being good with anyone else. 

Other Stories by Holly Renee:

Letting Go (The Garage Series Book 1)

Breaking Down (The Garage Series Book 2)

 

        

Undo Me by M. Robinson

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Undo Me by M. Robinson

Favorite Quotes

See, love is a beautiful thing.  It builds you up so high until you reach the end and there’s nowhere else to go, but down.
“Love isn’t supposed to hurt this much,” she wept.
No one said that love was easy, baby.”
She didn’t falter. “Yeah… But no one said it was going to be this hard either.”

Good ‘Ol Boys Series Reading Order

Complicate Me: The Good Ol’ Boys
Forbid Me: The Good Ol’ Boys
Undo Me: The Good Ol’ Boys

Beneath the Stain by Amy Lane

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Beneath the Stain by Amy Lane

Favorite Quotes

The end. This was the end. He poured his heart out into the song, lamenting for the lover who would be gone when the sun was high and the sweat poured down their necks, crying for the kisses that would never come again. Because they wouldn’t.
Trav thought of the song–his song–and the cry from the invisible boy who slept in forgotten corners and lived to make people love him or hate him or anything so long as they didn’t forget his name.

Beneath the Stain

In Too Deep by Kate Sherwood

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In Too Deep by Kate Sherwood

Favorite Quote

Better to try and fail than to not try at all. He shuffled forward cautiously, saw Cade’s anxious expression, and tried to smile. “I think this is supposed to be fun,” he whispered.
“That’s crazy,” Cade whispered back. Aiden let himself reach up and rest his hand on Cade’s neck. This skin there was warm and soft. And it was Cade.

In Too Deep

Chasing the Dragon by Kate Sherwood

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Chasing the Dragon by Kate Sherwood

Favorite Quotes

They simply looked at each other, suspended there in the space between right and wrong, the space between bliss and disaster.
“You’ve taken out a serious loan against your body’s pleasure centers over the last couple of years, and you need to repay at least some of that loan before your body starts letting you feel good again.”
“I used to be fascinated by people smoking. They seemed like dragons, or something, breathing hot fire into their lungs.”
“That’s what they call smoking smack. Chasing the dragon.”

Second Helpings by Charlie Cochrane

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Second Helpings by Charlie Cochrane

Favorite Quotes

Paul was pleased to see Stuart laugh–he’d been worried there’d be tears, and he hated to see men crying, except on the rugby pitch during the national anthems. That was natural.
“You’ve done this before,” he said, as they came up for air.
“Once or twice.” Paul’s forehead rubbed along his. “Done some other things too. No complaints yet.”
“No, you first. I’ll wait. I want to be able to concentrate on looking at your face when you come. I want to know I’ve made you happy.”
Stuart could understand that sentiment, if he could understand anything at all in that moment. “You won’t need to see my face. It’ll be all over your hand.”

Second Helpings

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