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12/30/2019

TuesDay Tales - YeAr

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Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales!
We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “year”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**

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She shrugged as tears burned her eyes. “You’re pretty observant.”
“Well, I’m pretty. I’m not so sure about being observant though.”
Dakota chuckled through her tears. Leave it to Ezekiel to crack a joke.
There was a moment of awkward silence before he spoke again. “Come here, Dakota.”
She turned to find his arms open to her. She scuttled across the floor until they were wrapped right around her.
“You’re the first person I ever brought here since Danny died. It’s been a couple of years,” she said, her words muffled against the fabric of his damp shirt.
“I’m honored you shared this with me.”
She snuggled a little closer to him.
She was sure how long they stood there holding each other. She wasn’t ready for it to end when he pulled away from her.
“We should hit the road, baby,” he encouraged.
She nodded as she wiped a couple stray tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. He threaded his fingers between hers then squeezed her hand with his. Together they locked the door leading to the garage. She watched Ezekiel grab the rusty garage door and yanked it back down into place. Dakota took the combination lock dangling from the hook it was kept on and squatted down. After some pulling and tugging, she lined it up enough to slip the lock into place. She spun the tumbler then stood upright.
They climbed into the cab of the truck without a word. Dakota stared at her house as Ezekiel threw the vehicle into reverse and backed out of the driveway.
As they reached the street, she turned to watch him drive. Something stirred inside her, an emotion she had never felt before. It was stronger than what she had for Danny. Was it this crazy mating bond Zeke claimed they had? She had no idea.
She was certain that if he died too, so would she. She couldn’t live without him.
* * * *
The truck was quiet as Nashville faded away in the rear view mirror. Dakota watched the cars as Ezekiel passed by them. He had sort of a lead foot.
His voice disrupted her thoughts. “You know, you can sit next to me. I don’t bite. I might nibble but trust me, you’ll like it.”

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12/23/2019

Tuesday Tales - Gift

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Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales!
We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “gift”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**

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Then again, he wasn’t. Seeing a beast like him doing something so domesticated stirred something inside her. It made her want to strip naked to reward him for a job well done. It made her want more from him, his heart, a home, children.
She glanced around the empty house then to the bleach spot on the floor. A whimper escaped her throat. She wanted those before and bad things happened. It was selfish for her to want them again.
She tried to busy herself with things. It was hard in a house with nothing in it other than the matching black and white ceramic cat salt and pepper shakers that sat in the windowsill over the sink. They had been a wedding gift from her mother-in-law. They only stayed because Dakota filled them both with garlic powder. They were helpful to protect the house not that it needed it anymore.
The buzz outside droned on for a little over a half hour moving around the perimeter of the property before it died off. A few moments later the garage door opened. Ezekiel stepped inside, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His shirt hung out of the back pocket of his jeans. Dakota could have sworn her brain short circuited at the sight.
He smiled at her. “One last thing to worry about.”
She swallowed hard to find her voice. “Yeah, thanks.”
He stared at her for a long quiet moment before he looked around the blank walls. “What was his name?”
Dakota frowned at him. “Who?”
“Your husband.”
Her heart sunk in her chest. She didn’t realize just how fresh to wound still was after all these years. “Daniel. I called him Danny.”
He tugged his shirt out of his pocket and slipped it on. He wandered around, studying the empty rooms. “How’d you meet?”
“We were best friends in high school. He asked me to marry him our second year of college. I’m not sure how in love I was with him but then again I didn’t really know what love was. I said yes.”
“You weren’t in love with him?”
“I loved him. He was my friend. Zeke?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it right now.”
He looked at her then nodded. “Of course.”
“What even made you bring that up?”
“Empty house. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Bleach stain on the floor. It’s your house. It’s where it happened. The attack that made you who you are now.”

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12/14/2019

Tuesday Tales - Persuade

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Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales!
We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “persuade”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**

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“Hey.”
He pulled his hand from his face to find Dakota standing beside him. She bit her lower lip as she watched him. Despite the terror coursing through him, seeing her do that stirred a lust deep within him.
“Hey,” he replied.
“You okay?”
“I don’t have an army at home. I have my brothers. They have their mates and children. There’s my mother. That’s it. What am I going to do?”
There was a pause before Dakota spoke. “We’re going to Memphis. We’re going to stop the son of a bitch before he can reach Minnesota.”
Ezekiel twisted a little to look at her. He smiled. He liked this “we” she mentioned. She was the only one he wanted on this journey with him.
“Maybe I could persuade you to consolidate vehicles,” he suggested. “If you’re in my truck, you won’t be taken out by some asshole suffering from road rage.”
“He didn’t even get near me,” Dakota scoffed.
“Not from my angle. From what I saw, you were almost road kill.”
She scowled at him then huffed. “Fine. We need to make a stop first to store my bike before we head towards Memphis.”
Ezekiel gestured towards the street they had come from. The noise of the crowd made him shiver. “Lead the way.”
“Yeah, no. Not after all the bullshit we went through.” Dakota thumbed in the opposite direction, “I know a few alley backways to the truck and bike. We’ll only have to cross the street once and it’s at a shallow spot. Follow me.”
She led him to an alley then wove him from one corridor to the other. He hurried up to capture her hand in his. He figured she’d rip her hand away then tear his arm off to beat him with it.
Instead, she glanced back at him in acknowledgement. Her cheeks were a rosy pink.
It took twice as long to get to the vehicles but it was a quiet walk with no crowds and no drunken, amorous partygoers to touch them and make them ill. One quick sprint across the street landed them at their destination.
As Ezekiel opened the driver’s side door, he looked at Dakota mounting her bike.
“Where to?” Ezekiel queried.
Dakota big at her lip before she answered. “Not far. We’re going to LaVerge.” She fired it on and sped down the street. With a sigh, Ezekiel followed her.

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12/1/2019

TuEsday Tales - Frozen

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Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales!
We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “frozen”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**

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“Are you okay? she asked. She brushed a few stray locks from his forehead.
“Been better. You?” he countered.
“Still feel like I could puke.”
“It’ll pass. You might try to eat. Strange, it sort of helped me.”
“What the fuck happened?”
“We’re mated. This thing keeps us from cheating on our mates.”
“Another way you’ve fucked up my life in a very short time.”
“Don’t start keeping track now. I have lots of time to keep fucking it up. I’m just getting started. Now, where are we going?”
Dakota gestured up the street as she started walking away from him. “It’s up here a bit. It’s just a little hole in the wall shop.”
He jogged a little to catch up with her. “So how many contacts do you have? Here. The middle of bumfuck, Egypt.”
“When exactly were we in Egypt?”
“Okay, then. Bumfuck, Tennessee.”
Dakota glanced at him long enough for him to see her roll her eyes. “I wouldn’t consider this a contact. Ryan is more of a double agent so you might want to be ready to fight your way out.”
“So he works with vampires?”
“Sweetheart, he is a vampire.”
Ezekiel stopped frozen in the street and gaped at her. “We’re walking into a smoke shop run by a fucking vampire? Have you lost your mind?”
She turned to him as she stopped at a glass and wood carved door. One delicate hand gripped the door handle as the other reached to her thigh for her knife. “Zeke, we have an agreement. And if he breaks it, the odds are far better than they were in that bar where we met. So are you coming?” She pulled open the door and slipped inside.
Ezekiel sighed as he hurried to catch the door before it shut. He followed her in. “Do I have a choice?”
The tiny store was dark, the walls lined with deep stained wood shelves holding jars of chocolate colored dried out leaves. A display case towards back held smoking paraphernalia of all sorts including ones meant for illegal substances. Ezekiel had seen ones like them being used at the club. Not that he had ever used one. He preferred getting a high other ways like in the gym or naked with Dakota.
A scrawny twenty-something kid wandered out through the beaded curtain that partitioned off the back from the showroom. His greasy hair came down in his eyes. He carried a rough wooden box between his hands like a treasure.
“Hey, Ryan,” Dakota greeted.
Ryan looked up at her spooked. He stumbled back a step as he let go of the box. It crashed to the floor, splintering into pieces. The leaves inside, a shade or two lighter with a tinge of emerald green, scattered over the black tile floor.
“Fuck, Dakota. I just got those. That was some prime stock. You just cost me thousands of dollars. How am I supposed to retire now?” Ryan protested.

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