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Tina says: I enjoyed the vividness of the story and the twist. I didn't expect that ending.
Mark A. Morris
Tina says: OMG, I laughed. It was funny, had an interesting twist and I will never look at centaurs the same!
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Tina says: You had me at the Bureau of Magic and Dragon! I loved the frustration, and the underlying emotion on his quandary of how to act. Very well done.
Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
Tina says: I loved the fun, imagery of her story and the hint of sexual tension. For such a short snippet, I wanted to curl up and keep reading!
“Val Rougeau.” I grinned wide. “You’re a chicken.”
“Cluck, cluck, cluck.” I tucked my hands under my armpits and waved my doubled arms like wings. “This place is great. Open your damn bar already.”
“But—” A funny sort of focus took over Val’s expression. A focus on me. “I’m not entirely ready to share this place with anyone but you. You’ve spoiled me for things like customers.”
“Don’t you kind of need those to keep this place?”
“Oh.” I blinked. Well, I supposed stupefaction was bound to happen to even the best. And I had plenty of fatherly advice stored in my memories in case I ever thought I numbered among that rarified crowd. “So you’re what? Independently wealthy?”
“Not so independently,” he sighed. “My parents have put in most of the work so far. This is just going to be my contribution before I officially take over the empire.”
“There’s an empire?” I swallowed hard. “And here I was hoping you were just a budding entrepreneur.”
“You have something against the wealthy?” he asked. “Dependently or independently?”
“Nah,” I said. “Not so much. But they sure don’t seem to like me.”
“I like you.”
Three words, and I forgot to breathe. He came close, his hand finding a path along my cheek and into my wild hair.
“I like you just fine, Billie Daye,” he whispered. “More than fine, even.”
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