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πŸ–€π˜žπ˜ͺ𝘡𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘡𝘩𝘒𝘡 𝘸𝘒𝘭𝘬, 𝘡𝘒𝘭𝘬. 𝐼𝑑’𝑠 π‘Žπ‘  π‘ π‘–π‘šπ‘π‘™π‘’ π‘Žπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘. π‘Άπ’π’π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏 π’Œπ’†π’†π’‘ 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔.

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β€œOh dear, you’re not looking so hot.” 

I’m fully aware he can’t hear me over the blasting of the music, but I don’t really care. Doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun. After all, this is one of the few moments in my life when I actually get to let go a little and enjoy myself, when I’m in control; when I hold all the power. When I’m holding some asshole’s life in my hand, I get to gain back some semblance of dominion over my own goddamn life. So yeah, I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it. 

Leaning forward, this time, he doesn’t even look at my now blood-spattered tits as I wrap my hand around the dagger sticking out of the headboard and give it a hard yank. 

His hands collapse onto the pillow, unmoving as his eyes begin to droop. He’s close to passing out, and well, we can’t have that. 

I give his cheek a hard smack, and his eyes fly open, blinking rapidly as he tries to orientate himself. 

β€œPay attention, motherfucker.”

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πŸ–€Graphic by @nikkiepperson_reads

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I love books! I have been reading for as long as I can remember. I was the kid with the flashlight under the covers reading until the wee hours. Books were my refuge. I was delighted to discover tree climbing. I would take a book and climb to the top of a Mimosa tree and read for hours...and of course ignore my mother calling for me to do chores. I was committed to reading all of the Nancy Drew stories. Ned was my first book boyfriend. When I was in my early teens I discovered Harlequin romances. I feel in love and it changed my life. I was in love with Love πŸ’• That’s something for a girl who hadn’t been kissed yet. When I read β€œhe thrust his throbbing member into her womanhood” I was lost to discovering more about this particular brand of romance. But I don’t just enjoy romance reads. My father-in-law introduced me to the high fantasy genre and I loved it. When I bought my first Nook the world of books really took me by surprise. I was enthralled with all the available genres and to my delight I discovered erotica. In most cases, I was with family on visits to bookstores and you don’t peruse those even if they carried them. Oh the shame of it! ;) Thanks to Nancy Drew I still enjoy mysteries along with romance, fantasy, erotica, paranormal, steampunk, thrillers, and well, most anything except a horror of a horror. My favorite might be romance suspense but it’s hard for me to pick just one. I had a serious health issue a few years ago and was forced to quite working after building a career I could be proud of. It was devastating and depressing. I lost myself in books and now spend my days (and nights) reading. I am so appreciative of authors and the wonderful storytelling I’ve found in books. It takes me away from my troubles and introduces me into a world like no other. I love books!