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Sweet Vernal Zephyr: The Breeders • Wrap Up Review
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The Breeders • Wrap Up Review. Posted by Sweet Vernal Zephyr. Matthew Beier’s debut novel tells the intimate story of two people bound by the force of life itself as they set out to protect their unborn child and find value for themselves in a world that has rendered them worthless. This rainbow-tinted reflection of our own society- part political satire and part dystopian thriller- is a novel you won’t want to miss.". I had trouble reading it consistently only because of the premonition of horrible thin...
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Sweet Vernal Zephyr: Reviews by Author
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Sweet Persuasion, Sweet Seduction. Bardsely, Michele R. Barrett, Julia Rachel. Captured, Beauty and the Feast. The Devil's Playground, Speak of the Devil. A Black Tie Affair. Guilty Pleasures Graphic Novel. Bowie, J. P. How I Met My Countess. Burkhart, Joely Sue. Hurt Me So Good. Someday This Pain Will Be Useful To You. Mind Games, Double Cross. Gone With The Monster. Halfway to the Grave. Tri Omega Mates Series. Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter. My Sykes and the Firefly. Hamilton, Laurell K. Roth, Mandy M.
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Innovator’s Dilemma on an Accelerated Timeline | Seth's Blog
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Random thoughts about whatever. Laquo; Getting Into Running – How to Start from Scratch. Innovator’s Dilemma on an Accelerated Timeline. July 29, 2012. You can’t help but watch in amazement at the hyper growth of many recent consumer internet companies. And now, just as quickly, the speed at which some are plateauing, or even declining, is just as striking. Thanks to http:/ joshbersin.com/2008/07/31/make-learning-part-of-your-business-strategy/ for the graphic! For the company to achieve rebirth, it ofte...
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M. D. Whit: Pussy
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I shut my laptop,. Pause the race,. My guards and my will. And close my eyes. A kitten, curled loose. Such peace I find. Prone at his side,. Cheek warm and quiet against his thigh. His eyes focus above me. On things of no import. His fingers dance beside me,. A teasing sort of sport. I catch those playful digits. Like a nip-laced kitty toy. His quiet laugh rewards me. And my pleasure overcomes. Any thoughts of powerful women,. Objectification or mere strife. I know only the love he shows.
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M. D. Whit: Cockkiss
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Take just a taste,. A lick to wake. She rides the waves. And all the while. The sour smell of dragon's breath. Precludes the mint of morning's death. Reworked from original posting on Joy Reflected. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). To, My Vampire Lover. Template images by hdoddema.
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M. D. Whit: Reindeer and Demons
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Only days before Christmas, he'd discovered his fate. A Trusted Bond bound them, despite Santa's black hate. Snuggled cozy and warm, and protected from harm,. He lost himself to dreams in the circle of his lover's arms. Visions of shiny new Ipads danced in his head,. As his sugarplum cuddled him tight in their bed. Oh how he would wow him and show him his love,. With piles of gifts that would tower from above! Though The Darkness Is Coming, Black Wings hold him close. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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M. D. Whit: Lone Reader
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We dance without touching. He cooks and I clean. We smile through dinner. A cozy home scene. He kisses my cheek. In a jovial goodbye. I sigh in relief. As he pulls out the drive. I prepare my body,. My mind, and my space. With sweet scented candles. And chilled wine by my place. A flick of the lights. Soothes the chaos inside. As I settle my macbook. The refreshing white riesling. In the peace of the dark. On the couch in the silence. On a story, I embark! These men, they whisper. Telling stories of love,.
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M. D. Whit: I Give You My Heart
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I Give You My Heart. He saw her between the classic fiction stacks, fussing with the miss-shelved new releases. She was a vision in wrinkled khaki and bleached cotton. Her glasses were perched atop a nest of curly black hair arranged in a poor attempt at a bun. Frizzy strands escaped to tickle her nose and wrap around her ears like a kracken reaching out of the depths of the ocean. She was enchanting with her smudged mascara ringing shrewd gray eyes without a touch of warmth. And so it began. His private...
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M. D. Whit: His Place
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Small talk became more animated as the wine had a chance to loosen tongues and ties. He stood behind me and slightly off to the side, adding a few sporadic comments to the conversation but mostly observing those around him. My glass was never empty, basking in the persistent attention of multiple conversationalists. The men grew more aggressive despite the quiet man at my side. I reveled in the challenge of juggling them all, and fending off the more zealous of the lot. In that moment he recognized his p...
