- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Barbe Crabtree | @ComeOnPeopl
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
- Mark A. Morris
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Tina Glasneck | @TinaGlasneck
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Siren X Star | @sirenstar
Siren X Star | @sirenstar
Stanton says: I love a strong female character. The main characters willingness to get back up, even after she was broken, drew me in. It's a relatable sentiment.
Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
Stanton says: Love the futuristic tent of the story as well as the elements of paranormal. Created a steamy scene that made you feel closer to the lead character, garnering feelings of concern over weather they were being chased or not.
Tina Glasneck | @TinaGlasneck
Stanton says: I enjoyed visiting with the Gods in her scene. I was intrigued by the battle scene. Got to really feel the playfulness of the Gods as well as the strength of the female lead.
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Stanton says: I was thoroughly intrigued from the begging to the end of the story. It was a completely original read. I wanted to learn more about the Wengle as well as the people who owned him. Very intriguing word picture. I would have continued reading for sure.
“I’ll strip the skin off your backside you little scallywag if you don’t answer me.”
“W E N G L E!”
“It’ll puss up and ooze out…”
“Leave the fosterling alone, Rachel, “I intercede. “Even a bug needs a few moments alone with whatever is goin’ on in its noggin.”
That gets her attention.
Rachel stares me down like I’m somethin’ less than a creepy-crawly in her eyes. Somethin’ barely living, a stump of cartilage she swallowed and that is now chokin’ her.
It wasn’t always that way. I squeeze my eyes mud-tight and I can almost see her the way she was back then, when she’d stand in the sun and glow like gold.
Where did that woman go?
How did my golden girl turn to a chunk of coal?
“Between me and it, Wallace,” she says firmly. “Get on with your chores. You’re not needed in this.”
I want to defend the poor lad. Earlier, when I’d heard Rachel scream, “You’re too sick to play,” to Wengle, I knew that the boil was about to burst. Even I could see the paleness about the boy. He drags his limbs low to the ground. He barely eats. In the few months he has been with us, the circles under his young eyes have darkened like a southern storm approaching.
They’ll come for him soon.
He’ll be the last one we get.
Even if he lives.
Then who will do all the work?
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