I’m about 1/3 finished with Araneae, and I have such a crush on this hero.

Exhaling a shaky breath, I continued my procession with my head high and eyes forward.

Isolde’s warriors ringed the room. Their armor held a dullness to match their expressions, both having lost their shine long ago. The tallest among them stood two heads above my height of five feet. His black hair brushed broad shoulders, and his eyes, the fierce green of new growth in spring, tracked me with predatory interest that raised goose flesh. He looked…hungry.

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Happy Sunday, all! This is a huge week for my family. My little girl turns eleven on Tuesday, and Friday is a trip to the GA Aquarium. Woo hoo! Love that place. Next Sunday is also a big day for us, but I’ll talk more about that next week. 😉

Across the room, the mattress squeaked as the mark shifted his weight. His bare chest presented itself to the ceiling as his tangled limbs twitched in peaceful sleep I would soon end.

The stink of cigarettes permeated the room and would linger on my clothing long after my work here was done. I probably burned more clothes in my fireplace than I kept in my closet. For that reason, I dressed casual for work most nights in worn jeans, scuffed sneakers, and a t-shirt.

My brother disapproved, which was nothing new.

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As expected, I have to swap projects and revisit an old one.

I can’t say I mind too much. I love this world. 😉

“This is a dream.” When she spoke, their lips brushed. “You’re a dream.”

“Dreams have no substance.” He gripped her hip, molded her to him. “I am substantial.”

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