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- Mark A. Morris
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- Melissa Bennett
Mark A. Morris
Louisa says: The story evokes strong feeling and emotion via description, without telling the reader. In the second paragraph, this tidbit put a knot of uneasiness in my stomach. Definitely intrigued.
“It knows we’re here. We’re finished.” Ms Ward tugged at my sleeve, pulling me deeper into the little cover we had.
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Louisa says: The poignant descriptions in this story make the reader feel like they’re in the tale, and know these characters.
“He looked maybe thirty-five but he carried the weight of the ages on his shoulders and in his eyes, making him seem ancient.”
Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
Louisa says: The piece builds suspense and tension between the characters. “She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing as he closed the distance between them.” I also really liked the interplay of dialogue, and the use the prompt.
“Mhm,” Ry hummed. “I heard you during our break. The crowd loves you.”
No hardship there, he thought, committing every inch of Ava’s sweet body to memory. He suspected her songs would haunt him long after tonight.
“The crowd loves you, too,” Ava said. “No one’s saying they have to love us at the same time.”
She danced on her feet, an anxious little shuffle.
“Do I make you nervous, angel?” The idea shot a purely masculine thrill through him. He shifted to his side, hiding a necessary adjustment to his dick.
“What?” Her electric blue eyes rolled up to meet his. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Well, I know it ain’t the crowd. And you’re a pro at your job.” He reached out to tug gently at one honey blonde curl, coiling it around his finger. “That leaves me.”
“You think pretty highly of yourself, mister.”
“I promise I’m too busy thinking of you, Ava.”
She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing as he closed the distance between them.
“C’mon, angel,” he murmured. “Play with me.”
Her lips parted on the tiniest gasp, and it was sayonara comfort, his jeans suddenly tight enough to strangle his dick. Oh, fuck yeah, his angel had a dirty mind.
“Maybe—no, we shouldn’t,” she said softly.
“And maybe we should.” He had to lean down to whisper the words in her ear.
She panted softly as he curled his hands around her hips and reeled her in.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “We absolutely should.”
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