Today it's an excerpt from my shorter story in the Feisty Heroine's Collection. “This life,” she kept confessing, “it’s not a life. It’s scrabbling to survive. It’s existing for the sake of not dying. It’s…”A palm, warm as the summer sun, cupped her cheek. She leaned into it, craving him to the depths of her… Continue reading Six Sentence Sunday — Banshee Kiss
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