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Thursday, December 12, 2019

The Angel Experiment





The Angel Experiment by Corin Grillo 
Inspiration & Spirituality

DOWN-TO-EARTH SPIRITUAL WISDOM FROM THE ANGELS TO HEAL YOUR LIFE
A mind-blowing miracle from the angels saved Corin Grillo’s life, cured her of lifelong depression, and awakened her spiritual gifts. She now teaches others all over the world how to awaken their intuition, heal illness and addiction, create financial abundance, and discover their true purpose by working with the divine.

IN THIS 21-DAY ADVENTURE, YOU WILL LEARN:

• A powerful way to talk to angels so they can hear you and help you
• How to hear, see, and feel the angels in your life
• Which specific archangels to call upon for your unique needs
• 21 daily angel invocations to help you manifest miracles
• 21 healing meditations to detox your heart, mind, body, and soul

Try The Angel Experiment, and you’ll discover firsthand that miracles are real, there is no such thing as coincidence, and a mighty team of angels always has your back.

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Blitz: Grimmer Intentions


Title: Grimmer Intentions
Series: Tales from the Grim, Book Two
Author: Jodi Hutchins
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: December 9, 2019
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Female/Female
Length: 91100
Genre: Paranormal, LGBT, romance, paranormal, demons, ghosts, spirits

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Synopsis

She screwed up. She broke protocol. She saved a life. Grim Reaper Margo Petrov may have resurrected a drowned surfer on the brink of death, but she isn’t earning any awards or receiving employee of the month from Corporate; she’s under more scrutiny from the Grim governing body than ever before. Since she has a massive secret that could spell disaster if revealed, she sure as hell doesn’t want to be in the spotlight, in any form.

Margo vows to keep her head down and stay out of trouble, reaping her quota of spirits lest she cause more problems for herself and the woman she saved with an illegal blood bond. She certainly shouldn’t be opening doors to the Fae lands or offering her neck to an Empusa woman suffering from bloodlust, but Margo’s laundry list of bad decisions keeps growing. With the threat of becoming decommissioned by Corporate looming in her periphery, Margo stumbles deeper into the politics of her people and soon realizes their intentions are far worse than she initially thought.

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“Margo, calm down. You can’t go killing someone just because they pissed you off.”

Margo Petrov pumped her arms, increasing her speed as she cut across the dead grass of the front lawn, though her initial fury had settled to a low broil. The cold metal of the baseball bat against her palm was soothing but not calming enough to ease the rage completely.

The sound of Luis’s sneakers pounding the asphalt behind her indicated he’d finally caught up. “I’m not going to kill them,” she grumbled.

Luis snorted. “Okay, well, when you storm out of your apartment, yelling, ‘I’m going to fucking kill ’em, Luis,’ I think I can safely assume you’re going to kill someone.”

She stopped abruptly, causing Luis to run into her chest as she turned to face him. “Fine,” she said, tossing the bat into the bushes lining the sidewalk. She grabbed his shoulders, lowering her gaze to his. “Nobody fucks with my brother without consequence. Nobody,” she said, shaking him slightly to emphasize her seriousness.

Headlights from a passing car gleamed in his wide brown-eyed gaze as he nodded.

“Besides”—she started, as she dropped her hands from him, quirking an eyebrow—“I just want to know if they’re afraid of the dark.” She’d been livid when Luis told her the resident group of asshats from their high school decided to give Luis hell on his way back from the library.

Without further discussion, Margo continued down the cracked sidewalks of downtown Philadelphia.

“They still hang out at the bowling alley on Daly Ave?”

Luis huffed a discontented sigh, eliciting a grin from Margo. “Dude come on. Think about this for a second; do you really want to risk another arrest? You’re almost eighteen, and you could be charged as an adult.”

He had a point, and she admitted that to herself, but she continued down the sidewalk anyway, cutting across the street, her feet displacing loose black asphalt pebbles on the worn roadway. “Yeah, but they need to leave you the hell alone. This is getting ridiculous.” For years, she and her brother experienced taunting for their otherness, Luis taking the brunt end most times. The basketball team tormented Luis for merely existing; however, Margo guessed they blamed their mocking on his differences. They needed a good scare, using a bit of magic, the otherness his tormentors weren’t aware of. She wanted to scare them so bad they’d piss themselves. If all else failed, she’d just beat the shit out of them.

Luis gave a shrug of nonchalance, something she instantly recognized as her brother’s passive language, which furthered the desire to teach the perpetrators a lesson. Instead of digging into his dismissal, she turned and continued her way toward downtown.

Luis followed.

The streets were busy even though rush hour had ended a few hours prior. Cars zipped past, a stray honk resounding a few blocks away, voices rising in a cacophonous argument. The late-night city sounds were laden with a warning, hinting at the kind of night bad things happened, stirring a deep foreboding in the air around them.

Luis jabbed her in the ribs, ripping Margo from her eerie thoughts. “Hey, do you see that?” He pointed to LOVE Park on the opposite side of the crosswalk. Standing beside the water fountain was a child, their head turning from side to side in rapid succession. Luis was clearly pointing to the small person; however, the iridescent shift of air around the child indicated to Margo they weren’t alive.

Before meeting Luis, she agreed with the titles given to her—weirdo, crazy, psychic—the names condensing her down to a freak who could see ghosts with the only person to possibly believe her long dead. Of course, she’d been ecstatic to find kinship in another, to prove at least to herself she wasn’t crazy. That is until Luis stopped for every spirit in sight with their Sally-sob story. “Yeah, I see them, and no, we don’t have time.”

Luis scoffed just as the light turned, and he hurried across the street without waiting for Margo.

She rushed after him, forgoing her planned scare tactics on the basketball team in hopes she’d convince him to leave well enough alone.

They approached the park’s edge, Luis carefully watching the child. Luckily, the park held no other visitors, alive or dead. “We have to help her,” he whispered before he stuck his lower lip out.

She rolled her eyes. “They aren’t stray puppies, Luis. We can’t help every single one of them.”

Brows cinching, he met her gaze with an icy stare. “Maybe this is why we can see them, to help them move on.”

Though reluctant to admit it, she’d come to the very same conclusion herself a long time ago. With no way of knowing why they could guide ghostly apparitions to the other side, she couldn’t come up with a better reason herself. She glanced over at the redheaded girl and sighed. “Fine, but we need to be quick, and I still want to find those idiots so I can mess up their night.”

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Jodi Hutchins is a healthcare professional by day and fanatical writer by night. They are also an avid reader, coffee connoisseur, helpless romantic, amateur artist, enthusiastic maker-upper of things, spouse, and parent. The frequent rain of western Washington doesn’t stop Jodi and their wife from gallivanting through the next trail head with their two children.

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Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Blitz: Jasper

Title: Jasper
Author: Apryl Baker
Genre: Security Romance, Holiday Romance
Publisher: Crave Publishing
Publication Date: December 10th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb: Jasper
Honor.
Duty.
Loyalty.
Three ideals every Marine lives by, and Jasper Watkins is no different.
Only he’s lost his edge. He’s failed in his duty to keep someone safe, not once, but twice, and he doesn’t know why. He blames himself and feels he’s lost the respect of the people who matter to him. To get his head on straight, he goes to ground in a little nowhere town where he won’t be found.
Only fate throws a wrench in his plans in the form of a beautiful blonde who loves Christmas, kittens, and sassing him., He soon finds himself caught up in her secrets—secrets that may get them both killed.
Sloane
Wrong place wrong time.
If she’d just stayed in the wedding tent, she never would have seen men dumping body parts, and she’d be safe and sound in her Miami apartment putting up Christmas decorations.
Instead, she finds herself hiding at her cousin’s farm, bunking with a complete stranger who thinks he’s all that. And he is. Just don’t tell him.
The more time she spends with her unwanted housemate, the more she starts to unravel the mystery that is Jasper Watkins. .
She finds herself falling fast and hard for a man who can break her heart, but he also has the ability to save her not only from the cartel, but from herself.
Christmas is a time to bring people together, and if the two of them get out of each other’s way, they might just find their own Christmas miracle.
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So who am I?
Well, I’m the crazy girl with an imagination that never shuts up. I LOVE scary movies. My friends laugh at me when I scare myself watching them and tell me to stop watching them, but who doesn’t love to get scared? I grew up in a small town nestled in the southern mountains of West Virginia where I spent days roaming around in the woods, climbing trees, and causing general mayhem. Nights I would stay up reading Nancy Drew by flashlight under the covers until my parents yelled at me to go to sleep.
Now, I live in a small town in West Virginia where I entertain my niece and nephew and watch the cats get teased by the birds and laugh myself silly when they swoop down and then dive back up just out of reach. The cats start yelling something fierce…lol.
I love books, I love writing books, and I love entertaining people with my silly stories.
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Monday, December 9, 2019

This is Love


Fall in love in Harmony Pointe, where hearts are lost, found, and sometimes misplaced…and everyone get a happy ever after.

If a woman can’t find love in the quaint town of Harmony Pointe, it’s sure to find them—whether they’re looking for it or not. Here, the remaining single Dalton siblings are about to discover that they’re next in line to get swept away by love. A sweet and sexy spin-off of Melissa’s beloved Sugar Lake series.

Actress Remi Divine is sick of bodyguards, sick of stalkers, and sick of feeling like she is always under a microscope. But this movie star isn’t helpless by any means. She’s got a rebellious streak and she knows how to use it. First order of business: Getting rid of the overbearing bodyguards who are sticking to her like glue.

Mason Swift has made protecting others his life, and when Remi ditches his two best men, he takes over and gives it everything he has. Having grown up in the foster care system, and as an ex-special operative, he knows all the tricks. Nothing gets by him, especially not gorgeous, sneaky, and rebellious, Remi.

He thinks she’s a diva. She thinks he’s arrogant. But when sparks turn to flames and their walls come down, their hearts are revealed and their connection is unstoppable. But when tragedy strikes, Remi realizes that being protected isn’t the worst thing in the world—but losing Mason just might be.


Rating: 5 out of 5 fairies

Review: This is Love is full of sugar and spice and everything nice with just enough heat in time for the holidays. Remi is full of sass and fire, and Mason might the only man on earth other than her protective brother who can match her. Mason is all about being professional, but he knows from the start that Remi might just be the one to break through his tough outer shell to the passionate man beneath. A fire that will keep you warm on a cold winter's night blazes between them, and it's a romance you don't want to miss!


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Also in the Harmony Pointe Series
Call Her Mine (Harmony Pointe Book 1)
Ben Dalton has always been honest, except where his heart is concerned. He’s been in love with his best friend—saucy, smart-mouthed Aurelia Stark—forever. But Ben’s a planner, and timing has never been on his side. When he finally decides to make his move, Aurelia beats him to the punch with a move of her own—to a different town.

Aurelia loves her new life in the charming town of Harmony Pointe. She has a great apartment and her very own bookstore, and best of all, the sinfully hot, commitment-phobic friend she’s crushed on for years is no longer just around the corner. Maybe she’ll finally be able to leave her unrequited love behind and move on.

But when a baby is left on Ben’s front porch—a baby that is presumably his—Aurelia is there for him. Neither one knows the first thing about babies, but how hard can it be? Ben and Aurelia are catapulted into a world of love, laughter, and tracking down the baby mama, and it might even add up to a very happily ever after . . . just not one either of them expects.

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She Loves Me (Harmony Pointe Book 3)
Fall in love in Harmony Pointe, where hearts are lost, found, and sometimes misplaced…and everyone get a happy ever after.

If a woman can’t find love in the quaint town of Harmony Pointe, it’s sure to find them—whether they’re looking for it or not. Here, the remaining single Dalton siblings are about to discover that they’re next in line to get swept away by love. A sweet and sexy spin-off of Melissa’s beloved Sugar Lake series.

Releasing April 21st, 2020
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Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and women’s fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa’s emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented–perfect beach reads for contemporary romance and new adult romance lovers who enjoy reading about loyal, wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines with complex relatable issues.

Melissa also writes sweet romance under the pen name Addison Cole.

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Blitz: Undergrowth


Title: Undergrowth
Author: Chel Hylott and Chelsea Lim
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: December 9, 2019
Heat Level: 1 - No Sex
Pairing: Female/Female
Length: 53500
Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy, LGBT, Hurt/comfort, children, immortal, demons, apocalyptic, lesbian

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Synopsis


Seventeen-year-old Mariam has been mixed up with the supernatural since she was a kid. Between a half-rotting Beast showing up in her dad’s study when she was six years old and the fact that she can’t die, it doesn’t come as too much of a shock when drought-ridden Los Angeles turns into a sentient, carnivorous rainforest overnight.

The tedium of wandering through a ruined city filled with dead bodies and crumbling buildings is broken when she stumbles upon beautiful Camila and her ragtag crew of survivors. Mariam isn’t exactly altruist of the year, but her soft spot for kids means she can’t just leave them to fend for their own. She rescues them and decides to throw her lot in with theirs.

Despite herself, she quickly becomes a part of their family. However, even as they all start feeling at home in their new vegetal world, sinister figures from Mariam’s past begin to reappear, and the whole hell-jungle situation begins to feel a lot more personal. As she learns more about her family’s involvement with the unnatural forces that caused all of this destruction, Mariam is faced with a terrifying truth: she might have to betray someone to save the city and her new friends.

Excerpt


Undergrowth
Chel Hylott and Chelsea Lim © 2019
All Rights Reserved

Chapter One
The door gives way with a wet squish, and Mariam wrinkles her nose against the smell. Damp wood, ripe fruit, the sharp tang of tree sap, and, yup, there it is: there’s something dead in here. Probably whoever thought holing up in a hardware store would save them. At least, she thinks it’s a hardware store. The sign out front is mossed over in green, and the display window has been overrun with vines. Still, it seems like the right kind of place.

Mariam doesn’t really want to go inside. She’s seen plenty of death, and the smell is rank enough, it’s almost certain that there’s more than one body in there. But she’s here for a reason, and who knows when she’ll next get another opportunity this good? She needs tools, and there are tools here.

Shoving a shoulder against the door gets it open wide enough to slip through. Inside, it takes a minute for her eyes to adjust, but eventually, rows and rows of shelving swim up out of the darkness. Everything is slick with damp.

Under the death, there is the smell that is particular to home improvement and hardware stores, something like sawdust and varnish. That and the nails scattered all over the floor indicate she’s found the right place. She bends to pick up one of the nails, considers it, grabs a box off the shelf, and stuffs it into her backpack. Who knows? Maybe she’ll need them at some point.

Down the first aisle, then. Screws, nuts, hex bolts…halfway down she trips and catches herself, but not before something moist brushes her ankle. She looks down and sees a leg, then another. Bile rises to her throat; she chokes, the stench suddenly overwhelming, before she steadies herself, hand on a shelf. Memories of her mother rise before her, short blonde hair streaked with red and gray slime, sprawled over the floor, her pale white hand blackened with gunpowder. Then Mariam blinks, and she’s back in the dark, the stink of blood replaced with that of rot, and nothing to be heard but the thudthudthud of her heart.

A family, maybe. Those shoes are too small for an adult. She leaves them where they lie.

She tries to distract herself and rakes her eyes over the shelves in a direction away from the bodies, and a large red toolbox catches her attention. She walks over and tries to open it. It’s stuck fast. She tries not to think about the bodies, thinks instead of her father, and braces herself, then pounds the toolbox with her fist. Her flesh breaks and she hisses, but as soon as the pain hits, it shifts a register, run through with a tingle of the supernatural. Skin knits back together before her eyes, and she bites back the scream that’s welling up inside of her throat. Goddamnit. If she could turn it off, she would, though that might not be advisable in her current situation. It’s useful, she can’t deny it, but the pain feels like more trouble than it’s worth.

At least the toolbox is open now, and the pain’s cleared her head. She takes a shaky breath as the scar fades away into clear skin and peers inside the toolbox.

Inside she finds pliers, a pair of shears, a utility knife, two screwdrivers, and a chisel. She puts them into her backpack and moves on to the next aisle, where a shelf of flashlights piques her interest. Promising. But when she finds the batteries to go along with them, they’re all wet and leaking acid. So much for that.

Three aisles later and she’s picked up a coil of nylon rope and a dust mask, but what she really wants is at the back of the store. A rack of sledgehammers, picks, and axes has fallen over in the corner, already half overgrown with slippery vegetation. Mariam lifts one after another, testing them for weight and grip and something else she can’t pinpoint.

The last one is wedged under the rack itself, but she yanks it out and blinks at it in the dark. This one. This one will do. It’s small, just a little hatchet with a wooden handle and a blade painted red, but it feels heavy and solid in her hand.

She gives it a couple of practice swings and smiles to herself as it snicks through the air. It’ll cut through the less robust vegetation, in any case, and it’s still light enough to use as a weapon if she ever needs it. And she probably will, if she’s honest, despite the twist it puts in her gut. There are animals, now, smarter and more vicious than they have any reason to be, and plants, too, that will grab at your ankles and wind themselves around your neck if you aren’t careful. And there are people. Not many, it seems, but there are some, and Mariam knows people aren’t always friendly in times like these.

The hatchet sits snug at her hip, looped through her belt.

She avoids the first aisle and its inhabitants on her way out. A careful step over the vines at the door and she’s back out into the perpetual gloom of what used to be a six-lane boulevard. It’s morning still, probably. Overhead, the arms of newly sprouted trees make a lattice of dripping green that just about blocks out the sky. Down here on the ground, time passes almost imperceptibly, everything slow and sluggish like she’s underwater with only faint, filtered light from on high to guess at the position of the sun. Maybe time stopped when the tremors ceased. Maybe a lot of things.

It’s been weeks, now. How many, she’s not exactly sure. For a while, she’d kept track of the days in a little notebook, but then a curious vine plucked her pen right out of her hand, so that was that. And what’s the point anyway? By now she’s pretty sure humans won’t be around long enough to read anything she writes for it to matter, not if what happened here happened everywhere.

It started with the blackouts, which wasn’t so bad. Just another summer storm rumbling through, making the lights flicker with its static, she’d thought. But soon there were rolling waves of vibration that pulsed through the walls, through the floors and ceilings, and set her bones to shuddering. The lights brightened, dimmed, buzzed, and then popped. When they went out for the last time, who was to know they’d never come back on?

After that it was quiet for the space of about five seconds. All the electric humming in the whole world suddenly gone. It was the kind of stillness no one had known for a hundred years or more.

Then, a sound like a screech, like the earth itself was screaming. The sky flashed neon and the ground shook and shook and shook. Suddenly in her nose, the choking stench of smoke, sickly sweet but caustic all the same.

She doesn’t know, really, what happened next, because she was home alone at the time, and, yeah, she’d locked herself in the basement with a box of crackers and three bottles of water until it was over. A couple of times someone had banged at the door, and once they’d begged and pleaded, but she didn’t open up. She’s not ashamed. It kept her alive, which is more than can be said for most people who ventured out to help their neighbors or investigate or whatever the hell they were doing outside. She’s found their bodies all over the place. Some of them still had skin.

The bodies aren’t the main feature, though, because most of them are gone by this point, overgrown or threaded through with leaves or sunken into the peat. The world is different now.

After the last of the aftershocks faded, she’d crept up to the door and peered outside to discover that overnight, everything had turned green.

So much for the drought. So much for ripping out your lawn and replacing it with desert plants, because, oh man, this is not a desert anymore. Los Angeles is now a clot of humidity and vegetation. Huge trees, their trunks furred with moss, sunk their roots right through what used to be highways and sidewalks and stretched up to tangle their branches in the windows of skyscrapers. Every surface, it seems, is covered with flat, spongy leaves or snake-like vines that secrete a sticky sap when they get agitated.

It burns, the sap. Mariam found that out the first time she tried to fend them off and came away with her palms crisscrossed in acid burns. They healed up quick, like they always do, with painful side effects, and she’s been careful ever since.

The vines aren’t the only things to look out for, and in the short time she’s been out here on her own, she’s discovered that pretty much anything can turn out to be deadly. Not long after she’d crawled out from her house, some guy she knew from around the neighborhood called to her from across the way and started toward her, until halfway there, he shrieked and the ground just swallowed him. She didn’t go over to investigate. That’s the kind of stupidity she has no time for.

She doesn’t quite know what to do after raiding the hardware store. Without a purpose, the emptiness that’s threatened to eat away at her since she was a tiny girl hovers at her consciousness, so she does what she usually does when despair sits heavy in her gut: she goes to the ocean.

She used to spend so many nights at the beach, playing her guitar for strangers and staring at the sky. It was her place to think. Maybe it can still be.

It turns out to be a bad idea.

Finding it at all is hard enough with her sense of direction torn to shreds from all the new vegetation. The vines mostly leave her alone, but every so often, like a curious kitten, they bat at her face, hair, and clothes. It’s disconcerting and horrible and weird. The vines cease their explorations once she removes her hatchet and starts swinging wildly, anger and a case of the heebie-jeebies giving her newfound strength. At first, sap stings at her face and arms, but that will pass. Better than to have the creepy things all over her.

She gets close to the beach when her heart stops.

She can hear people, lots of them, and dogs barking too, somewhere on the other side of a thick lattice made of branches and vines. Through the chinks in the trees, she can see them moving, bright spots of color in the green.

She yells, “Hey! In here!” and jogs as fast as she can through the tangled plant life toward the voices.

“Hey!” she shouts again as she gets closer, but there’s no answering call from the other side of the vines and no change in their movements. Mariam peers through a gap in the vegetation, just a little gap as wide as her hand. She can tell it’s almost sunset, but even so, it’s blindingly bright out, the sun bouncing off the ocean, and she has to squint for a moment before things become clear. Closer to her, a group of men and dogs are milling around on the beach: military, probably, based on their uniforms. One’s talking into a radio, the rest walking back and forth along the tree line, peering in suspiciously.

“Hello? I’m in here!” she calls out again, but even to her it sounds muffled, and none of them turn.

“No, can’t get through. Chainsaw didn’t even leave a mark—the stuff just kept growing back thicker. We’re going to head out,” the man on the radio says, and his handset crackles in response.

“No way through the top, either. Wait, there’s something going on. Something’s moving down there, it’s…looks like vines. Vines are…” There’s a pause, and the static buzzes louder, then, “Oh my God, they’re coming at us! They’re pulling us down! Someone help! Someone—” The radio crackles again, this time ominously, and Mariam hears a crash somewhere far behind her. She curses under her breath.

What the hell is going on?

She tries another, “I’m in here!” as loud as she can, the desperate sound scraping at her throat, but it’s obvious they can’t hear her. They don’t even turn. Instead, they shuffle nervously in place and glance around at one another in silence before their leader puts the radio to his mouth and asks, “John? You there?”

Static.

After another moment the man issues an order and they turn away, dogs and all, heading back toward the sea.

“Wait!” Mariam cries, but they’re already climbing into their boat. Someone starts the motor.

She has to fight back tears of frustration and anger.

Mariam scrubs an agitated hand through her hair, cropped close to her head but still longer than she likes—she’d been due for a haircut already when disaster struck. Now it’s threatening to tickle her ears and stick to the back of her neck.

What’s she gonna do now? Hack her way through to the beach to try to get to the people there? She can’t. The vines are too thick and her little hatchet isn’t big enough. If the military with all their tools can’t get through, how can she even begin to—

She hears a shriek inland. Sounds like one of those scary smart monkeys. She’d better get away from here before…another ungodly scream rents the air, and wait. That doesn’t sound like a monkey.

That sounds like a little girl.

Mariam hears more shrieks, childish voices screaming in horror, adult voices shouting to run. She looks at her hatchet, and her eyes harden. Then she runs back into the overgrowth, her weapon at the ready.

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Chelsea Lim is a writer, teacher, and reluctant academic. Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in Los Angeles with her partner and too many books. In her spare time, she loves cooking elaborate meals, watching wushu films, and procrastinating on her dissertation.

Chel Hylott is a Brazilian-American living in Surrey, England with her wife and pug. When she isn’t writing sappy Sapphic short stories, you can find her reading Tarot or listening to Bossa Nova.

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