Month: November 2018

Week 102 – Hit me . . . What . . . Hit me then flee . . . but what about you I will go back undercover its the only way

He should be angry. Astor had used him, played him, intended to send him to prison for the rest of his life. If she hadn’t gotten him killed when she used him to crack the human trafficking ring. But she

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Week 101 – Both stark naked, clothes drawn on hastily, barefoot. Shushing him, she cautiously opened the bedroom door, advancing slowly into the dim, narrow hallway.

Everything was spinning out of control. Astor had no idea how to stop it. When she had started on this journey she had never expected things to turn out like this. How could she? Frost was a bad man, he

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Week 100 – Round and round; There’s something you don’t know as well; Stared down at the piece of paper, ice streamed through his veins. Not this. Not now!

“What?” he asked, what could his sweet Astor possibly have to tell him that he didn’t already know? She drew in a breath, opened her mouth, then closed it. “I can’t do this with you touching me.” Her gaze dropped

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Week 99 – Had she heard right he said he loved her no one had ever said that to her

Had she heard right? He said he loved her. No one had ever said that to her before. This was crazy. It was all wrong. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She had played her part as best she could, being

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