I felt her arms twine around me, and the warmth of her breath in my hair. “Come on, darling. You have enough leaves to murder every wizard from here to Uxmalé.” She stood and tugged me gently to my feet.
The Wedding Dress Tea Parties of 2443 By Merrie Haskell
October 9th, 2008
The next item, naturally, was a courting brochure. Full color. Fourteen different poses of the potential groom, standing variously with his brothers (also available), his parents, his dowry (modest stacks of gold coins and a few jewels), his dogs… Also included were summaries of his education, his work experience, his life expectancy, his gene survey, a list of famous ancestors, special skills, and at the bottom of the last page, a discreet list of references for past performances in sexual liaisons. Lydia flipped quickly back to the middle of the brochure. She’d never read a courting brochure before, and now she stared at the health overview in horrified fascination…
Just Say Yes By Jo Dillon
May 11th, 2008
He spoke in the most rational, least threatening tone she’d heard since her townhouse burned. She couldn’t answer such a voice with the truth. I kicked a psycho trick in the balls and I was running from my pimp. Shame drained the last of her strength, and she fell to her knees.
Stones By Lydia Kurnia
March 5th, 2008
She hesitated, not wanting to risk a kiss in public; but Yvran gestured at the pillar behind which they were hidden and tried a persuasive look. With a gentle sigh, Sheera leaned forward to seal his lips with hers.
By the Light of the Dark By Stephanie Burgis
January 2nd, 2008
Not common, for a bear to lumber so purposefully toward a palace full of men, in broad daylight; not logical, for the beasts know to fear capture and bloody death. I could not fathom it; shock stilled my voice from calling warnings to my father’s guards, who sat behind me playing cards in the warmth of their shelter, while the cold wind whipped through my hair.
Riptide By Gerri Leen
January 1st, 2008
She turned; a boy stood on the beach, as naked as could be. Kenna hastily forced her eyes up to the boy’s brown eyes — didn’t the kid own a bathing suit?