Saturday, January 21, 2017

A.M. HALFORD


Teak’s Second Start

A.M. Halford

Part Two

Teak dried his hands on his pant legs as he thought about what to do with the man sitting on his couch for the second time that night. He wasn’t sure if by letting Olander into his house he’d agreed to the mating, or just a late night cup of coffee. Wait, he didn’t have any coffee. Damn it!

Shaking his head, Teak started riffling through his cupboards looking for something to serve his guest. All he had was hot chocolate, herbal teas, and a single bottle of brandy. They’d just had dinner, so food wasn’t really an option.

Turning, Teak slammed his knee into the center island in his haste and confusion. “Fuck,” he bent over, rubbing at the sore bone.

“Everything okay?” Teak glanced up to see Olander standing in his kitchen, a concerned expression in his grey eyes. “What are you doing in here?”

“Um, trying to find something to drink,” Teak answered, choosing to leave out the part that he was really stalling for time.

Olander smiled as he crouched in front of him, and pulled his pant leg up. “That’s going to turn into a nasty bruise if you leave it alone.”

“A quick shift will take care of it,” Teak brushed his words away.

“Right,” Olander laughed, the sound not quite genuine. “Well, I think we’ll call it a night. See you tomorrow at the clinic?”

Worrying his hands, Teak nodded. Did he do something wrong? Was that why Olander was leaving? Why was he so concerned about him leaving? Wasn’t he just trying to figure out what to do with the man? Him leaving should take that stress off of his shoulders.

“Hey,” Olander reached down, and pulled Teak to his feet. “Don’t look like that. You’re obviously not ready for anything to happen tonight. We’ll take it slow.”

Slow. Slow was good. Teak could do slow. “Yeah, thank you.”

Despite his words, Olander still leaned in and stole a kiss from Teak that left him wanting more before he exited the kitchen, collected his coat, and left Teak’s house. Teak, his mind now in a lust filled daze, moved to the living room window and watched as Olander climbed into his truck and drove away. He had to be a special kind of stupid to let him leave like that and feel disappointed. It was his own fault, and what he wanted. Right?

Sighing, Teak turned around and sat on the couch. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted anymore. Moving to Spirit Valley was supposed to be easy, a new life that would allow him to relax. The last thing he felt was relaxed. He felt drawn tight, filled with want and need.

“Damn it,” Teak rested his head against the back of the couch and looked up to the ceiling. Moving his legs made him pump his injured knee against his coffee table, earning him a new jolt of pain up his leg. Hissing, he rubbed the sore spot. Tonight was an absolute disaster.

With a heavy weight in his chest, Teak stood and stripped out of his clothes as he walked to his room. He’d pick them up in the morning. Reaching his bedroom, he shifted, his fox easily taking over and jumping onto his bed. He clawed at the blankets, bunching them up into a mound, and then circled atop them. Satisfied, he scurried into the nest of blankets and went to sleep. Even his fox was sad, his sleep restless as he longed to run from their house and search out their mate.

* * * *

Olander reached the clinic a little before midnight, but he sat in his truck for another thirty minutes. He was staring at his phone as thousands of possibilities rushed through his mind. He wanted to return to Teak’s house, but knew his little fox wouldn’t appreciate that. He’d agreed to take this slow, and he needed to keep to that promise. No matter how much torture it put him through personally.

Finally, he climbed out of his truck and walked solemnly to a side door between the clinic and pet supply store. Unlocking it, he flipped a light on revealing a staircase leading up to the above apartment.

He couldn’t remember the number of times he’d come home late at night to this very scene after settling into Spirit Valley. His leopard had been happy here, but now they were both restless. This hallway was no longer comforting, but lonely. He dreaded walking up those stairs to the empty rooms.

He wanted to be with Teak.

Leaning against the wall, Olander slid to the ground and just stared at the ascending steps. Whoever said finding your mate was supposed to be easy needed to be hit over the head with a hard dose of reality. This was anything but easy.

Suddenly, the door opened and Jessica walked in with two full paper bags in her hands. “Uncle Olander?” she gaped at him. “What are you doing on the floor?”

“Nothing,” Olander said standing and following her up the stairs. “What are you doing here so late?”

“Mother sent me,” she said going straight to his kitchen and unloading the groceries she’d brought. “She bought all this and said you should be getting low about now. Of course she waited until right before she was ready to go to bed to tell me.”

“It’s passed midnight,” Olander frowned. His sister was both responsible and careless. “I can do my own shopping.”

“Take it up with her,” Jessica replied, placing the groceries in their proper place. “How did it go with Teak?”

Olander sighed. He was doing that a lot tonight. “We had dinner.”

“Progress. Good,” Jessica smiled as she came around the counter and sat on the floor across from him. She handed him a root beer and popped the tab on her own soda. “So, why are you home and not staying the night with your sexy little fox?”

“It isn’t that simple,” Olander said, hoping that would be the end of it. Knowing his niece though she’d have questions, lots of questions. “He’s still getting used to the town, and I don’t want to push him,” he added.

She frowned, but didn’t continue pursuing the topic. “Well, I should be heading home. I’ve got a test in chemistry tomorrow.”

“Good luck,” Olander tipped his can to her.

“Thanks,” she tapped her soda to his, “But you know I don’t need it. I’m brilliant.”

“Modest you’re not, though.” Olander shook his head.

“What a boring trait.” Jessica stuck her tongue out to him before leaving.

Again his home was empty. He almost wanted to chase after his niece and ask her to stay for the night, but knew better. His troubles weren’t hers to take on. The fact she helped out at the clinic was enough, of course he paid her. She worked hard for him and deserved the paycheck.

Damn, tonight was going to be a long night.

A miserably long night.

* * * *

The morning rays saw Teak healed, and in a more hopeful mood. Pulling up to the clinic, an hour before opening, he smiled upon seeing Olander hard at work taking supplies into the building.

“Morning,” Teak grabbed a box, and passed the man on his way in. Teak intentionally let their shoulders meet as they slid by each other in the door. He set the rather heavy box on top of another, and then returned for next one.

“Morning,” Olander stopped him, his arms wrapping around Teak’s waist and pulling him close. “How’s the leg?”

“Better,” Teak looked up to his mate, a strange kind of giddiness overcoming him as the man leaned down and kissed him. It was slow, hesitant. As if Olander wasn’t sure if a morning kiss was okay. Teak pressed closer, deepening the kiss just that much more to ensure Olander it was.

“I guess I worried for nothing,” Jessica said, announcing her arrival. They broke apart as she walked up the path. “I came by to check on you, Uncle Olander. After last night I wasn’t certain if you’d drunk yourself into a root beer induced hangover.”

“Not possible,” Olander glared at his niece.

Teak wanted to ask what she was talking about, but stayed his tongue. Instead he chose to continue carrying the boxes in. With Jessica’s added help it only took a few minutes, after which she excused herself to go to school.

Next came placing everything in their proper locations. Having worked only one day, this served as good training for Teak to learn where everything was stored. He quickly memorized where the more common items were placed, and made notes of where less common supplies could be found.

They were done five minutes before opening, leaving Teak just enough time to boot up the computers and turn the neon sign on.

The morning brought in a steady stream of patients requiring updated shots, flea treatments, and a few follow ups from surgeries. Most of the customers were welcoming to Teak, though one or two were suspicious of him. Olander explained it as him being a new face in a small town. Not everyone was okay with change.

One older gentleman in particular was rather abrupt about Teak’s appearance in the clinic. He kept demanding to know where Jessica was, and why such a girly looking man was behind her desk. Every now and again he mentioned someone named Rodger, who Olander identified as his last assistant.

“You must be Teak? I brought lunch.” Startled, Teak looked up from his paperwork to see an older version of Jessica placing takeout on the counter. “Olander get out here! I swear, if you don’t drag him away from work my brother will exhaust himself into an early grave. You’ll watch him for me, won’t you?” she winked at him.

Before Teak could even answer she was shouting for Olander again and moving deeper into the clinic. “Oh!” She backpedaled and smiled at Teak, “That’s fried chicken, French fries, and a side of macaroni. I wasn’t certain what you’d like, so I just grabbed the lunch special. Make sure you tell me what your preferences are, okay? Olander! You owe me seventeen fifty!” and she was off again.

Teak now understood where Jessica got her personality from. Seemed it was a family trait to be bossy, over confident, and—well—pushy. He’d also noticed there was a definite family resemblance in the looks department too. Were all snow leopards stunningly beautiful and elegant in how they carried themselves?

“For the love of Vȃnt, will you stop shouting Mary. I can hear you just fine,” Olander grumbled as he came down the hall, his sister hot on his heels.

“I wouldn’t have to shout if you’d answer me the first time,” Mary complained.

“Remind me to send Conrad my regards,” Olander cringed. “The man’s a saint to put up with you.”

“Ha, ha, you’re a regular comic genius,” she replied sarcastically. “You’d better eat, and did Jessica bring you the food I sent over last night?”

“Yes,” Olander sighed. “Of course she did. Why must you constantly check up on those around you?”

“It’s my job,” Mary smiled cheerfully.

“Given to you by whom?” Olander demanded as he opened his own Styrofoam container and took out a large mushroom and Swiss burger.

“First off, Mom, when I was born before you. Second, biology when I gave birth to Jessica,” Mary said confidently. “As for my employees, well they signed up for it when they got a job at my restaurant.”

Teak looked to the food he was eating, impressed to know it was from her establishment. Mary must run a very profitable business based off the chicken alone. It was good.

Olander on the other hand didn’t seemed nearly as impressed with his sister, though that was probably because she was family. A part of Teak wondered what that was like, to have a sibling to argue with. Despite the crease he could see on Olander’s brow, he could tell the vet was enjoying his sister’s visit by the small smile curving his lips right before he bit into his burger.

“Anyone ever tell you, you have a god complex?” Olander asked after chewing and swallowing.

“Yes, you,” Mary laughed. “How’s the chicken, Teak?” she asked, looking around Olander and smiling at Teak.

“It’s amazing,” he answered honestly, a bit intimidated to have this woman’s attention back on him.

“I’m glad,” she beamed with the compliment. “It’s my own recipe. Of course the chef behind the food is my mate. You should come by for dinner tonight, so we can all get better acquainted. Olander,” she looked to her brother, “bring him.” She glared at her brother before leaving without an answer from either of them.

“Is she always so,” Teak struggled to find the right word. He didn’t want to insult Mary and possibly offend Olander.

“Bossy? Insane? Over controlling?” Olander provided easily enough. “Yes, and no you don’t get used to it.”

Teak couldn’t help it, he laughed. “I was going to say, insistent or intense.”

“Yeah, them too,” Olander smiled at him. “You might never get used to her, but she loveable like that. At least according to my brother-in-law.”

They ate in silence for a bit, a comfortable air between them, until Teak realized he didn’t know what Olander was going to do about tonight. His sister had all but ordered them to make an appearance. Did that mean he was going to meet his mate’s family formerly tonight? Teak didn’t know if he was ready for that.

“What about tonight?” Teak asked, unable to stop himself.

“What about it?” Olander paused in bringing a fry to his mouth. “If you don’t want to go, I’ll just make up some excuse to tell her. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve ducked out of something,” he winked at Teak and it instantly reminded him of Mary.

Rubbing his hands together, Teak considered his options. He could not go to the dinner, and possibly alienate the woman that might as well be his sister-in-law. Or he could go and spend the evening locked in awkward conversation with people he hardly knew. Neither option sounded pleasant.

“Hey,” Olander moved around the counter and crouched beside Teak. Olander turned the chair, and cupped the side of Teak’s face. “You don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

Licking his lips, Teak leaned in and kissed Olander gently. He pulled back before it could get too deep, but he lingered long enough to let Olander know he appreciate the sentiment.

“How mad will she be if we don’t show?” Teak asked.

“Fire and brimstone,” Olander answered, an odd conspiratorial smirk on his face.

Teak gaped at his mate. Surely the man was jesting. When his expression didn’t change Teak made up his mind. He’d rather suffer awkward conversations then the wrath of a possibly legitimately insane female.

“I’ll go,” he said.

Olander chuckled before kissing Teak himself and standing. “I’ll let her know,” he promised as he moved back around the counter to continue devouring his own food.

* * * *

Jessica arrived after school, and the rest of the day went smoothly. Soon Olander found himself locking up, and promising to pick Teak up at his place in two hours. Rushing upstairs, Olander showered, shaved, and put on a fresh pair of dark jeans paired with a black t-shirt. He’d told Teak it would be a simple family dinner, nothing fancy. Hopefully he took his advice and didn’t feel the need to dress up.

Right about the point when he was ready to go and get Teak, his phone rang. Answering it, he hustled down the stairs. “Talk quick.”

“I just wanted to know if Teak’s allergic to anything.” It was his brother-in-law, Conrad.

“Not to my knowledge,” Olander frowned. “Then again we haven’t exactly reached the life threatening medical conditions talk.”

Conrad laughed. “Okay, well I’ll text you the menu and you can have Teak look over it. If any red flags pop up, let me know.”

“Will do,” Olander promised as he locked his door and walked to his truck. A fresh snow was falling on the town, making his leopard want to come out and play. Reminding his cat that they had a date with their mate, and sister, calmed the beast a bit. He still had that scratch to shift in the back of his mind as he drove off toward Teak’s.

The drive was quiet, with most people choosing to stay home with the snow falling. Olander didn’t mind, plus he had four-wheel drive. Arriving at Teak’s, he slowed right before turning in when his headlights caught the edge of what looked like someone hiding in the bushes. As he got closer though whatever, or whoever, it was ran off.

Instantly he went on alert as he pulled up to Teak’s house. Before he could even get out of the truck, Teak was stepping out of the front door, and locking it behind him. Olander kept an eye on the surrounding forest as Teak made his way to the truck.

“Is it going to be safe to drive in the snow?” Teak asked as he opened the truck door and climbed in.

“Of course,” Olander answered, half distracted. Maybe he was just being paranoid? Yeah, probably. “It’s just a dusting.”

Teak looked at the falling white flakes with a bit of apprehension, and longing. Obviously his fox also wanted to go play in the new snow. Perhaps Olander could convince him to for a run when they got back from dinner?

Once Teak was buckled in, Olander reversed out and headed for his sister’s. The large, two story farm house was situated another two miles out of town on the same road as Teak’s own home.

Again, as he pulled in, someone was already coming out the front door before he could turn the engine off or get out. It was his sister, Mary. Unlike during the day, when she wore business attire—black slacks and a white button up blouse—now she was wearing a long floral dress that was synched at the waist with a matching belt. A half apron was on over that, giving her a seventies housewife appearance. Something she most certainly was not.

“Teak,” she smiled and held out her arms in the universal show of wanting a hug when they got out of the truck. Though his mate looked uncomfortable, Teak still embraced her. “I’m glad you could join us tonight.”

“Like we had a choice,” Olander reminded his sister, accepting his own hug from her.

“Oh, hush,” Mary scolded kindly. “Please come in. Your family now, and our home is your home.”

Olander watched as Teak looked startled by his sister’s proclamation. He was about to intercede when Teak smiled and said, “Thank you.”

* * * *

Mary’s home was beautiful, and the food was amazing! He had to assure both Mary and her mate Conrad that he had no food allergies before they would even serve him, but it was worth the fuss. After dinner Jessica updated her parents on her day in school, and proudly proclaimed that she knew she’d aced her chemistry test.

Teak was definitely seeing a similarity between mother and daughter.

Despite the women’s large personalities, and Olander’s, Teak found himself easily falling into conversation with the family. He liked them, and he liked the side of Olander he got to see through Mary and her family. He was more subdued, the baby brother and uncle, not the boss and confident predator that Teak had first met. It was refreshing.

By ten Olander and Teak were saying their goodbyes, and Mary was demanding they take it slow on the roads home. The snow hadn’t stopped, if anything it was getting thicker. As they drove, Teak looked out his window at the new blanket of snow covering the ground seeing it like his own life.

Moving to Spirit Valley was like this snow, a fresh clean slate. Olander and his family were the tracks, hills, and soon to blossom spring flowers waiting beneath it all. To allow that to happen, all Teak had to do was let spring come and melt the snow.

Glancing over to Olander he smiled. Yeah he could do that.

Arriving back at Teak’s, he turned in his seat after unbuckling and took a deep breath. Meeting Olander’s eyes he said, “Stay the night?”

The widening of Olander’s eyes and the scent of his sudden arousal were impossible to miss. Teak’s own desire spiked with the heavy scent filling the cab of the truck.

“Are you sure?” Olander asked.

Teak nodded and leaned in, taking Olander’s lips in a chaste, but tantalizing kiss. “I’ll just go unlock the door.”

Olander didn’t waste any time in following Teak to his house, though he did refrain from touching him as he opened the front door and stepped inside.

“I’m just going to wash up,” Teak said, his nerves kicking in again for some reason. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Not waiting for an answer, Teak rushed to his bathroom and stripped down. Turning on the hot water he looked at himself in the mirror and screamed.

“Teak!” Olander shouted rushing into the room and looking around. “What happened?”

“There was someone in the window!” Teak pointed to the window looking over his backyard, his hand trembling. “It was him!”

“Who? It was who Teak?” Olander demanded, wrapping a towel around Teak and pulling him from the room.

“My ex!” Teak felt fear spike in his veins, replacing the excitement from moments ago. It figured that he would follow him here. Why did he ever think he could escape that place and start a new life?

To Be Continued …


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Desires of a Mage
(Mages of the Nether 2)

Blurb: Marcus, bored with his new role as Daniel and Aiden’s bodyguard, agrees to go on a mission into the Nether. Seeing this as his chance to do something exciting, he tries his best to put up a good front for his assigned partner, Edmond Elena of the house of the rabbit, of which he shares a passionate yet sad past.

Edmond holds deep scars from his past with Marcus, scars he doesn’t want reopened. Still, the pieces of Marcus that he sees beneath his armor of strength and aloofness weakens his heart to him even as he realizes Marcus hasn’t changed in all these years.

Fighting off their growing desires and feelings for each other, the two must find the stolen tomes of the previous Mediums. Their search for the books brings them into contact with the mysterious group known as the Blood of Aeon, the group responsible for the death of the Dalrymple family forty years ago, and possible secrets that could destroy their world.

Excerpt:

Thirst and hunger were the first things that registered in Edmond’s mind as he rose from his unconscious state. He couldn’t believe he’d let himself get to the point of fainting. How many years had it been since he’d lost track of his own condition?

Slowly rising from the hard bed he found himself on, Edmond opened his eyes and looked around the cavern. The dragon was lying on a large pile of gold and jewels. As a Mage he knew many things that appeared in fairy tales were true, but to actually see a dragon sleeping on a bed of riches certainly didn’t seem real even to him. There was just something truly otherworldly about the entire scene.

The fact this dragon was silver also intrigued Edmond. From what he’d read dragons were gold with jewel-like eyes. Alderon’s eyes were amber, similar in color to that of autumn leaves.

With difficulty he looked away from the slumbering beast and glanced at the rest of the large room. The crystals and volcanic glass in the walls were breathtaking, reflecting the light of the torches and casting rainbows about the walls. A human-sized podium stood in the center of the room. Several bookshelves, all empty, were on either side of the cot he was sitting on. A fire crackled across the cavern, a pot of something that smelled wonderful simmering over the flames.

The aroma of the food woke Edmond from his sleep. He carefully stood and made his way across the cavern. Reaching for a wooden ladle, he lifted the lid just a bit and inhaled the rich scent of beef stew.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” Marcus snapped from behind him.

Dropping the ladle, Edmond nearly let it fall into the fire. “I feel fine. Just a bit hungry.” His stomach chose that moment to growl.

The look the prince gave Edmond was enough to send him slinking back across the cavern. He wasn’t sure why he so easily bowed his head to Marcus, but he just didn’t have it in him to argue. Maybe he was a bit more tired than he thought.

“The stew will be done in a bit,” Marcus said, going to the fire, picking up the ladle, and stirring the stew. “I forgot to pack bread. You wouldn’t have any, would you?”

“Let me check.” Edmond smiled. Opening his bag, he pulled out the packages from the manor chef and quickly opened the dry goods. The third one in revealed some nice loafs of sourdough bread.

“Here.” He snapped his fingers, breaking the magic seal on the bread that kept it small, and handed it over to Marcus.

“Thanks.” Marcus nodded.

Edmond noticed that the prince made it a point not to touch him, grasping the very edge of the loaf.

“Are you okay without your glasses?” Marcus asked.

Blinking, Edmond reached up and realized he wasn’t wearing them. “Yeah. I only need them to see things at a distance.”

“You always did look better without them.”

Edmond didn’t think he was meant to hear that last comment Marcus mumbled, but he did. For years he’d toyed with the idea of contacts but always came up with a reason not to use them. Now he definitely didn’t want to.

Turning his back to the prince, Edmond returned to the cot and sat. He was a bit surprised that the prince knew how to cook. He couldn’t. Sure he got the principle behind it, but he’d found out a long time ago that not everything turned out the way it did in books.

“Thirsty?” Marcus called over his shoulder, pointing to a pitcher to his left. “It’s just tea, but it’s better than nothing.”

“Thanks.”

Edmond stood and poured himself a glass. Returning to the cot again, he continued to watch Marcus. His back muscles flexed behind his shirt as he stirred the stew. His angular back brought up images Edmond had long thought he’d forgotten. He was remembering a lot of things today, and he wished he wasn’t.

Edmond could still clearly hear Marcus’s cold words that day four years ago. He didn’t want to relive that moment so he needed to stop thinking about it right now.

“Here.”

Looking up into blue eyes, Edmond could only see guarded concern. “Thank you.”

Taking the bowl offered to him, Edmond pried his eyes away from Marcus’s. If the prince wasn’t willing to give him the time of day, then Edmond wasn’t going to push it. Then again, if he was so determined to keep the distance between them why was Marcus being so caring? He could clearly remember Marcus catching him as he feinted, but nothing beyond that.

Had Marcus placed him on the cot and removed his glasses? If it were the Mage he used to know Edmond was tempted to say yes, but this Marcus wasn’t who he led others to believe he was. The prince was calculating about everything, including his own emotions.

Edmond half wondered if anyone truly knew the prince beyond his cousin Zachary.

Shaking his head firmly Edmond reminded himself that he was not supposed to be taking up his time thinking about the prince. He needed to concentrate on finding the tomes taken from the cave.

“What kind of books were taken?” Edmond asked. Taking a bite of the stew he groaned at the taste. It was actually really good. “This is delicious.”

“Thanks.” Marcus nodded. “And you don’t need to know. All you have to do is find them.”

Blinking Edmond stared at the prince. Surely he was joking? Yes, he hadn’t made a big deal out of it in front of Daniel and Aiden, but knowing exactly what he was looking for was a huge part of finding a lost item, or items in this case. Knowing just the number wasn’t going to make things go easier.

“Do you know how scrying works?” Edmond frowned.

“You picture the item you lost and desire to find it while concentrating your power into a reflective conduit,” Marcus said, regurgitating an extremely basic definition of the process.

“And how do you propose I narrow down my search if I don’t have an idea of what the items I’m searching for are?” Edmond demanded. “I can desire to find them for eternity. It still won’t do me any good unless I know exactly what I’m hoping to find.”

Marcus was shaking his head through Edmond’s entire tirade. “You aren’t authorized to know, and that’s all there is to it. As long as you can point me and Alderon in the right direction we’ll take care of it from there.”

Edmond fumed. He’d never met anyone so fucking arrogant with his words before. Did Marcus honestly expect him to find these stolen books without any hint as to their true purpose? Edmond was good, the best in this field even, but he was not a fucking miracle worker! If he said he needed to know what he was looking for then he needed to know.

“You might as well check the entire eastern half of the Nether then,” Edmond snapped, “because I’m not going to be able to narrow down your search any further.”

Edmond slammed his bowl down and stormed down one of the dozen or so passages leading into the central cavern.

“Where are you going?” Marcus shouted after him.

“Home, seeing as I’m no use here,” Edmond answered as he turned a corner. A few minutes later, he held his hand up in front of him and chanted, “I call upon you, Lord of Flame and Light. Appear before me. Illuminate my path.”

The simple light spell appeared in the shape of a red-yellow ball of contained flame. Lowering his hand, Edmond allowed the orb to hover in the air before looking around him to see where he should go.

Looking behind him he blinked. There was a fork in the tunnel behind him and another in front of him. How many branches had he walked through in his anger?

Cursing Edmond realized he was lost.

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About A.M. Halford
A.M. Halford lives in Southern Oregon and enjoy spending as much time outside as she possibly can. Her and her partner often find themselves hiking with their two dogs when the weather permits it. Fishing, camping, and photography are also activities she greatly enjoys. If the weather doesn’t permit going outside she can be found curled up with a sketch book, drawing whatever comes to mind.
A.M. got into writing as an outlet for personal therapy and has since expanded that into a hobby and profession that she enjoys. She often writes down anything that comes to mind, combing through the ideas and expanding on plots that sound the most interesting. She likes to write believable relations between people overcoming unfair hardships set before them. She always loves a happy ending and no matter the hell her characters go through they’ll always get their forever person.

39 comments:

  1. Cliffhanger....so cruel. Can't wait for the next installment.

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  2. Need.... more....
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  3. Stoopid exes. Really enjoying this story :) laura.striplin@gmail.com

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  4. Awww. Can't wait for the next one.
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  5. Nice chapter.
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  6. I really like this story. Can't wait for more. hidee25@aol.com

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  7. Dang it the Fox and the snow leopard was about o get down on the good foot. Why his ex had to stalk him. Can't wait for part three. Lovelybunny40@gmail.com

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  8. Darn it. I want to know what happens now...

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  9. Can't wait to find out what happens next
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  10. different

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  11. Oh no. Want more.
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  13. Soo Good. Cant wait for part 3.
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  14. Very good and can't wait for part 3.

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  15. Hope we won't have to wait too long for the next part.
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  16. Well heck, waiting again! Lol
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  17. What a meanie! Can't wait for the next part andreamoran0801@gmail.com

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  18. Oh I hate waiting! Hurry!!!
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  19. OMG this is so good and now I have to wait for more. But I will thanks for read
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  20. Can't wait for part 3
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  21. I really really hated to see the words "to be continued". Hope to read more of this story soon!
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  22. Thanks for part 2.

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  23. Please...when is part 3?

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  24. Ooh nooo poor Teak
    When is the next part coming out?

    Mf3178@gmail.com

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  25. OMG you are such a tease!! Want the rest!
    aveseditservice@gmail.com

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  26. Ugh! I need the next part now.

    rhondaw1965@yahoo.com

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  27. Thanks for part 2, can't wait for more.

    Brandi
    Scssugar@yahoo.com

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  28. Tease...lol. Looking froward to part 3


    redmd@juno.com

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  29. Ahhhh... now I have wo wait for part 3.
    maddy_842@hotmail.com

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  30. Exciting.....!!! Can't wait...
    drew25_11981@yahoo.com

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  31. Great part two.
    Jennkay34@gmail.com

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  32. Okaaaaay, now where's the Rest of the story? kristinaleigh68@gmail.com

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  33. Eek! I'd scream too. Please tell us there's a part three! j dot stonewright at gmail dot com

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  34. like parts 1 and 2 now need the rest of this book thanks <3....... more more more PLEASE. and THANK YOU <3....blue_fay_wolf@yahoo.com

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  35. Loving it! Go Teak! Jmflymric7@aol.com

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  36. I really need the next part. sheryl1979.10@gmail.com

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  37. Ohhh drama. I like it.
    Nrdriscoll@aol.com

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