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The gunman stood only a few feet away from her. Caught in the mist of a robbery, Shelley has to decide whether to hand over the money (like she’s been trained to do) or fight back, something she’s never done before.

Scared Rabbit

Seeing the gun in his hand didn’t frighten Shelley, at least not at first. Growing up in a small town like Finley, most folks owned a gun or two. When they weren’t being used for hunting or on display at gun shows, town folks usually stored their guns and rifles safely away.

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Melissa has spent her entire life preparing for her wedding day. She’s a beautiful princess about to marry her handsome prince. Everything is perfect, except for one thing. Melissa doesn’t love Shawn.  Will Melissa go ahead with the wedding?

I Do?

Be careful what you wish for,
because you might just get it.

This was it…that rare, sweet, precious moment when a dream no longer teetered between fantasy and manifestation, but slipped quietly into reality or at least some form of tangible matter. My long awaited wish had finally come true. I was euphoric! Life was suddenly beautiful, charming and magical. For I, Melissa Ann Faraday, would from this day forward live happily ever after.

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Thomas is finally getting his life back on track. Then one day, Eleanor J. Mosley (the boss) discovers Thomas’ drug stash. But before she can call the police she suffers what appears to be a heart attack.  Will he save his boss or let her die?

Pleasing Mosley

Eleanor J. Mosley, Satan’s number one protégé. The more I got to know Mosley, the more I was convinced that she was absolute evil.  She was unbelievably gorgeous, a super badass with hypnotic breasts, which she took every opportunity to use to her advantage. Her lips, always slightly opened, were full, scarlet and as tempting as a shiny, poisonous apple. At six-feet, Mosley was raw heat wrapped in a perfectly toned physique. She was brilliant and flirtatious just enough to maneuver her way to the top of a field dominated by men.

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Sure he thinks he’s handsome and he even believes that all ugliness (especially ugly people) should be eliminated. But would he do the unthinkable? Murder his neighbor just because she’s…well ugly? Do looks really matter that much?

The Ugly Truth

Am I crazy? Look at me. Could a crazy person look this beautiful? Absolutely not. Do you mind if I smoke? I know…I know it’s such a bad habit. But I get nervous when people stare at me…the way you’re doing now. Of course, I should be used to it. They are always staring at me. Eyes, eyes…big eyes, little eyes, red eyes, yellow eyes, eyes desiring me, eyes undressing me, eyes everywhere, staring, watching me. No escape, not even when I go to sleep. It’s enough to drive any man insane. Well, except for me; I’m not crazy. My only crime is being terribly good-looking.

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