Saturday, August 19, 2017

Introducing the Cimmerian Shade authors - Catherine Vale



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What happens when a dragon shifter chooses a fae for his mate? Magic Fire!



My jaw dropped before I could stop it. I seemed to have stumbled upon a grand hall of sorts, like the kind dwarves would burrow deep into a mountain’s core. The ceiling shot up at least a hundred feet above, revealing an opening from which one could see the stars, beautiful and twinkling and beckoning me forth.

And in the middle of it all, a man sat on a log in front of a healthy fire, roasting something on the end of a stick. I crossed my arms and straightened up, feeling his presence so profoundly and so suddenly that it actually took my breath away—not that I’d let it show, of course. No human could throw me so off-balance, yet he wasn’t a supernatural like me.
I inhaled softly. Not like a werewolf breathing in the scent of its prey, but like a snake who flicks its tongue out for just a second to taste the air.
Shifter. The word flashed through my mind when his head snapped up, eyes darting in my direction. He must have scented me when I let my guard drop, so startled to find a shifter in our fairy wards that I momentarily forgot myself.
Fuck it. No sense hiding now. We both knew the other was there.
“Hey,” he barked, shooting to his feet and marching around his bonfire. Attractive shifter that he was… I couldn’t stop myself from skimming his muscular figure, made more prominent by the fact that he was shirtless and totally ripped.
Chestnut brown hair, tousled and thick—begging for someone to run their fingers through and tame it. A chiseled jaw and light eyes: gray, if I wasn’t mistaken, and beautiful. Oh, and a six pack that probably made human women weep at first sight, with a tantalizing V-cut guiding my gaze down to the low-hanging waistline of his olive-green sweatpants. Yum. Yum times a thousand.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded, handsome face contorted somewhere between surprised and annoyed. I could deal with that. The shifter raised his stick between us, maybe to intimidate, but the now obvious marshmallow on the end was on fire. It bubbled up as I stared at it, my eyebrows shooting up, as it finally fell off and landed on the floor of the cave with an oddly satisfying splat.
I looked up, biting back a grin. “Wow. Terrifying.”
“Yeah, well…” He tossed the stick back toward his happy little bonfire. “I don’t need a weapon to throw you on your ass. Answer the question.”
“No need to be rude, shifter,” I fired back, temper prickling at the thinly veiled threat. Arms still crossed, I stepped out of the shadows completely and into the cave, noting the flash surprise, this time surpassing the annoyance that I called him out. Surely he could sense me too. “My sisters and I are camping at the base of the mountain. I…” I swallowed hard. “I couldn’t sleep and went wandering. No foul intentions, I swear.”
I raised my hands innocently. Lying had never come easily to me, or to most fae. We preferred to play with our words, saying one thing and meaning another, but not outright lying. And this wasn’t a lie. Just not the whole truth.











Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Introducing the Cimmerian Shade authors: Dariel Raye



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  1. When did you start writing?

I started writing stories as soon as I was able to write, and included them in the package deals I made for my custom paper dolls in first grade. Yep, I stayed in trouble in first grade, but an entrepreneur was born šŸ˜‰ The stories started out simple, and evolved into these deep, dark escapes as I grew older.

  1. What makes your stories unique?

My paranormal romance/urban fantasies are also interracial/multicultural stories that offer a positive view of heroines, mostly of African and Native American descent. Racial and social issues are subtly addressed from a more universal perspective without detracting from the romance or spoiling the much sought-after escape. Despite racial or cultural differences, love always transcends all.

  1. Is there a common thread that runs through your books?

Three main characteristics or elements seem to show up in most of my stories…

  • grandmothers, their powerful influence and wisdom

  • strong, educated heroines with exceptional street smarts who fight for what they believe, physically or socially.

  • And heroes who are protective, supportive, and willing to sacrifice themselves for the women they love.

  1. If money was of no concern, what would you envision as your perfect lifestyle? (where would you live, what would you do all day, etc.)

First, money has nothing to do with this, but I would not be chronically ill. I’d live in a ranch house outside the city limits so I could own lots of land, not far from where I live now, within walking distance to the beach. There, I could have 2 cats, 2 – 3 dogs, and 2 – 3 horses and my house would be connected to the barn so I could reach my horses no matter what kind of weather we faced. Inside, I’d have a studio with 3 distinct areas for my music composing, recording, and teaching (piano and voice), my writing, of course, and my art work (mostly sketches). I’d also own a shelter for stray and abused cats, dogs, and horses, hire staff to keep it state-of-the-art, and two resident veterinarians.

  1. Besides writing, what things are you most passionate about?

Animal rights, human rights, particularly children, women, and minorities because they have been systematically denigrated and relegated to secondary positions in nearly every society. They are abused and victimized constantly despite their contributions. I'm also passionate about music, true friends, and family, including my precious German Shepherd/ Pit Bull fur baby who has turned out to be quite the protector.

  1. Not limited to writing, what do you believe to be some of your greatest accomplishments so far?

Playing over 11 musical instruments and being named counselor of the year are among my most prized accomplishments. Although I spent most of my career as a mental health therapist and substance abuse counselor, while in the secondary and college systems, I helped over 300 students get scholarships, including academic and music. Above all of these things, I am proudest of raising a beautiful, compassionate daughter with wisdom beyond her years. She continues to be a blessing to me.

  1. Name a few of your favorites (colors, TV shows, movies, stars, songs, etc.)

  • My most favorite things besides books, music, and art are horses and dogs. Their loyalty, majesty, and willingness to forgive humble me. We can learn so much from them.

  • Green and brown are my favorite colors

  • I’m addicted to Game of Thrones, and binge watch it on Amazon Prime’s HBO subscription.

  • Also love The Blacklist, Haves and Have Nots, Queen Sugar, Supernatural (love those brothers. LOL), The Strain, Into the Badlands, and Outsiders to name a few.

  • Some of my favorite movies are Ryan’s Daughter, Working Girl, and The Edge (crush on Anthony Hopkins’ artistry). As for recent movies, I really enjoyed The Accountant.

  • Songs include classics like Rachmaninoff’s Variations On a Theme Of Paganini, and Rachmaninoff’s Vocalise, and on the more contemporary side, John Legend’s All Of Me. I can also get lost in the polar opposites, Kiss’s classic Who Wants To Live Forever and Rihanna’s Where Have You Been. I also enjoy contemporary gospel, so yeah, variety is the spice of life!

Broken dreams, an ancient enigma tainted by the past, a mystical

bond beyond time and space.

Thrilled about receiving funding for her new outreach program, Jaci meets Andreus and embarks on a journey wrought with mystery and answers to questions that have plagued her for years.

Three years after the accident, Jaci Allen believes she is as lost now as she was the day she awakened to the sudden, tragic deaths of her husband and two year old daughter. Throwing herself into her work has allowed her to avoid the reminders of her broken dreams, leaving her dangerously empty inside, always seeking…something.

Accused and convicted of the murder of his adoptive mother’s husband at the age of sixteen, Andreus admits his guilt, but acknowledges to himself that his memories of the night the abusive man was killed remain incomplete at best.

Meeting Jaci ignites the awakening of Andreus' frightening special gifts – gifts he has not only tried to hide from the rest of the world, but from himself. Can two shattered souls find a way to heal one another?

Andreus slid his tongue across his pointed incisors…

While the world changed outside, he had undergone a secret metamorphosis inside these walls, and searching for answers about who and what he was had turned up absolutely nothing.

Whatever the explanation, the sense of something lying in wait was always with him, ever present, and it had been a part of him as far back as he could remember. Everyone around him felt it, their fear of him instinctual. The reaction he received from most people reminded him of deer sensing the presence of a lion, but Helen, his adoptive mother, had been different. She had accepted him, even when she saw his skin instantly knit together seconds after being wounded.

Andreus closed the door on his memory of her again, putting it away safely until later when he needed her image to help him get some much needed sleep. Playbacks from his nightmares haunted his days as well, hounding him with swords clashing, molten rocks exploding, deep chasms filled with fire splitting the Earth, multi-timbre voices of war, and huge wings rushing toward him, claiming him. Even now, Helen’s image held the power to offer him a measure of peace. She was the only one who had ever cared for him.

He walked over to one of the exercise bars on the prison yard, set his playlist to a classical mix of Chopin, Rachmaninoff, and Debussy, and inserted his earbuds. When he looked up, the group of inmates who’d been hanging around the bars just seconds ago had sauntered off, giving him a wide berth. He had no interest in getting to know them or sharing their company for that matter, but being left alone within these four walls with nothing but his own disturbing thoughts made the maintenance of sanity a challenge.

Like most of his possessions, he had purchased the electronic device with “gift” money he’d earned for keeping another inmate safe. Easy money. All Andreus had done was to allow the bullied prisoner to sit with him in the mess hall and hang with him in the yard for a few days. He maintained a calm demeanor, never advertising his services, but business always came his way, particularly since the casinos had opened.

Andreus heard footsteps approaching from behind as he contracted his muscles and continued his daily exercise routine. He already knew exactly who approached before turning around, so he didn’t bother to stop what he was doing.

“Shannon, you too. The warden and the social worker want to see you.”

As if he hadn’t heard the guard, Andreus took his time finishing his last set of pull-ups, then leapt down from the bar. He snatched his t-shirt from the concrete bench and pulled it over his head. The moment he turned to face the guard and four other inmates, he saw and smelled their fear.

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Sunday, August 13, 2017

Introducing the Cimmerian Shade authors - Amanda Pillar



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Death is coming for Lori Hardcastle.



Half-Succubus, half-SĆ­dhe, Lori has been on the run since she was seventeen. Worried that her vengeful family will find her, she’s been hiding in the Borderlands, a magical plane nestled between the fae and human worlds. However, when her path crosses that of a dangerously sexy fullblooded fae, will she be able to survive the encounter?


Conrad Death is a cleaner (he doesn’t like the term ‘assassin’) for the fae White Queen. His latest mission: find the half-breed daughter of the Count of Tears. Easy. Except no one knows what she looks like, her real age, or even what name she uses. However, Conrad isn’t daunted by simple details – he’s finished every job he’s ever started. But when he meets a smoking hot Succubus in a Borderlands bar, his life is thrown into turmoil.




Conrad Death didn’t really like the term ‘assassin’.

He much preferred the human word ‘cleaner’. After all, that’s what he’d spent most of his adult life doing: cleaning up other people’s messes. Namely, the messes left over after people had pissed off the White Queen, Gwyndolen Dubois.

His liege.

More like his slave mistress.

But that was just semantics, or so the court chamberlain liked to tell him.

The White Queen solved her problems with clandestine murder. The Black and Red Queens were also renowned for their capricious natures, but were a little more…blunt about it. Because of that, they tended to nurture their reputations as complete and utter hard-asses, at least, that’s what Conrad figured. The human media loved it: the intrigue alone kept several of their magazines in business.

‘Night Court: Deadly After Dark’.

‘Day Court: Suns of Anarchy’.

He’d read those two headlines in just the last week.

The White Queen, however, liked to have a positive and – ugh – chirpy public image, all the while tidying up her court when the mood struck her. And it seemed to have been striking her a lot more frequently of late.

Conrad was currently kicking his heels in an antechamber to the chamberlain’s office. The waiting room was full of priceless artifacts, gold-filigree hangings and the occasional rare human antiquity, mostly of the Egyptian kind. And all about cats. The chamberlain had a thing for them. Put the whole ‘crazy cat lady’ thing into a new sphere.

“Death, there you are.”

“Lady Whisky.”

She hated the nickname he’d given her – it was really Countess Whiskertine – but he couldn’t be bothered with the formalities, and she had to tolerate him.

The chamberlain stood in the doorway to her office, hair tied up in an elaborate bun. Her slit-pupilled stare bored through him, but he didn’t so much as blink. Staring contests with Cait SĆ­dhe were important to win.

Eventually, she blinked and waved a hand at him. Following her into the office, he took a seat without invitation. The room was spacious, and was probably the size of an entire human apartment. It had a wall of books on the north side, and then a wall of glass on the south. In the very middle – he’d bet money on its exactness – was a large mahogany desk, with two red leather chairs in front. Incongruously, to the far left, there was a cat scratcher and plush rug made of sheep hide.

Conrad didn’t want to picture the chamberlain kicking back in her cat form, playing with mice. Come to think of it, he’d never seen a rodent within a hundred yards of this area. Gross. He did a lot of disgusting stuff, but eating rats was beyond even him.

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Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Introducing the Cimmerian Shade authors: Isis Pierce



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Back her in a corner and she'll give you hell.

When Samantha Smith agreed to cast a spell to sneak her friend Sassy into the hottest paranormals’ club in Vegas, she never thought she’d actually get caught. Now she’s facing a trial and the possibility of losing everything—including her magic, and maybe even her life. To get out of legal trouble, she might have to sleep with a vampire or go to hell with a bounty hunter. Maybe both. And that’s a whole new kind of trouble.




She needed to find her cousin, Mystic. She already knew about the Sassy disaster and Samantha’s night with the vampire. She could stay with her while she figured out why a man that looked like a serial killer was asking about her.


  The magical community has a survival saying, “Two is one and 

one is none.” Which basically meant by herself Samantha was 

fucked. With her cousin, she was safer than alone in a potentially 

unfriendly situation.

Potential kitten killer classified as a hostile fucking situation. She 

was screwed.

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Saturday, August 5, 2017

Introducing the Cimmerian Shade authors: Shelique Lize


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An Unconventional Love Story



Selene is an erotic tale about the moon goddess, who becomes captivated with the mortal realm and would give anything to visit earth. As much as she would love to go there, Selene knows that it is forbidden to step a foot on earth. When the temptation has become far too intense, Selene seeks out the only god brave enough to defy the ancient decree but he demands something in return.


Unknown to Selene, Pan has been obsessed with her from the distance. Secretly craving the taste of her lips, the feel of her pressed up against his body and the sound of her lost in ecstasy. Pan agree’s to help the goddess and he doesn’t hold back from claiming her but Selene isn’t giving him her all. She won’t fully give herself to the god but he waited this long, he can be patient because on Earth they are secluded and can go uninterrupted.

Over many secret visits from Olympus to Earth, the mortal realm begins to have adverse effects on the goddess and Selene changes in many ways neither of them had suspected. Then one day, something else happens to Selene, she falls in love with a mortal. It was love at first sight. A human after her heart and not just her body and suddenly her whole world is turned upside down.


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Thursday, August 3, 2017

Introducing the Cimmerian Shade authors - Gina Kincade and Kiki Howell



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After receiving a letter from an aunt she never knew existed, Kyna Hughes travels to Ireland only to find out that her whole life has been a series of well-orchestrated lies. Suddenly, this poor girl from the foothills of the Alleghany Mountains is thrust into a life of not only the wealthy and affluent, but of dark magic and secret societies. As Kyna learns of the magic hidden inside her, purposefully stunted as she grew up for her protection, she must now battle mystical hauntings which are the result of curses while getting a crash course in utilizing her powers. Kidnappings and satanic weddings become her daily events as she struggles not to lose her heart to one of two men—a former Navy SEAL hired to protect her or a wizard hired to train her. Soon she will realize just how true it is that “What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”



Ominous fanfare greeted her arrival in County Monaghan. Lightning shred the fall of dusk as a grisly storm surrounded the car. Her every nerve vibrated with electricity; the well read letter in her hand trembling in the heat of her clenched fist. Her last minute research of this part of Northern Ireland had not done the place justice. Beauty, that of a rolling and majestic nature even in the dark downpour, stole her already shallow breath.
The thousand slices of light tearing through the sky reflected in the grey water beside the road. Kyna perceived the ominous black shadows cast by the trees as decrepit, arthritic fingers reaching out for her from the heavy flowing stream. A resounding flood of sound, deep undulating thunder, made her curl her body in on itself as she angled away from the window streaming with tears from the sky. The squall so violent, she imagined the glass would shatter. Never one to cower, she swore in a whisper to herself. Ever since she’d landed in Ireland, someone or a something, specifically an indescribable dark presence, followed her. Sure, it made no sense, but she couldn’t convince her over-stimulated brain and racing heart.
Trying to swallow despite the dryness in her mouth, looking straight ahead, her gaze following the peaks and valleys of the deserted stretch of road, she sought a moment’s peace from the raging internal war. Deep breathing exercises had yet to award her tranquility. This unexpected twist in her life over the past few days propelled her toward her wits end. From the moment she’d pulled the cream-colored, gold-trimmed envelope containing the correspondence from her mailbox, every part of her being had been altered in some way. From bursts of indefinable energy making her want to run a marathon, to unbidden ideas reminiscent of familiar dreams, to a feeling of having a sixth sense that warned of impending danger, she warred within to maintain some semblance of composure. She didn’t understand her own body anymore, but had not the time or the mental capacity to analyze the abrupt changes as she traveled.
Erratic thought patterns plagued her instead, a barrage of unanswered questions. Prior to that fateful letter, she’d just been a girl from the foothills of the Alleghany Mountains, having lived her whole life in White Sulfur Springs, West Virginia. Her mother’s confession of her true heritage came when confronted with the communication, the damned letter, scrolled in a shaky hand, from an aunt from Ireland she never knew existed.
Apparently, Kyna was more Irish than she knew, as in born in Ireland and adopted through the Irish Mafia into the United States. The father she barely remembered, a man who’d died in a mining accident when she’d been barely five years old, had ties to the organization. She’d been a black market baby, for the love of all that is holy! The adoption had born conditions. Telling the poor child of her adoption a deal breaker, punishable by death. None of these random facts brought about feelings of safety and security as she traveled abroad to meet her aunt on her biological mother’s side.
The letter, the freaking destroy-a-simple-life letter, ranted on for two pages of a heartbreaking tale.

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Sunday, July 30, 2017

Introducing the Cimmerian Shade authors - Kharma Kelley


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  1. When did you start writing?

I’ve enjoyed writing for many moons; since I was a kid. But I didn’t start writing seriously till I was a teenager. I wrote my 1st screenplay in Jr. High and my first vampire romance too. I read my vampire romance recently and it was terrible! Just trite dialogue and plot holes, but hey, you gotta start somewhere, right? Fast forward into adulthood, I used to find excuses on why I couldn’t write. Always excuses…the sins of being a grown-up. Always think you have more time, right? When my brother suddenly passed away (also a writer—but with no excuses), I got inspired to complete my stories and stop making excuses. That was 2 years ago and the one positive thing from losing someone so dear to me. Now with 4 completed books, I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon! I love to write, because I’m a storyteller.You can ask anyone and they’d tell you. Water cooler talks ain’t got nothing on me ;)

 

  1. What makes your stories unique?

Coming from a household and family that’s male majority, I love featuring strong female characters to support the hero. She’s fallible, real and may not always have the right motive, but she can make her own way. It’s a big deal to me since I grew up in a feminist household (believe it or not) There’s a partnership in the best romance stories. When you take two people and have them compliment each other, that’s when you’ve got a good thing in the works. My heroine can’t be strong all the time—that’s when she needs her man to run interference ;) I think you’ll get a lot of that in my stories. Lots of voids being filled! (that probably came out wrong!)

 

  1. Is there a common thread that runs through your books?

Being different would be my most common theme in my current stories and in thinking about it; I guess it says a thing or two about me. I’ve always been a bit different and the best compliment I ever get from my friends is that I take people as they are. Acceptance (though we don’t like to admit it) is a great feeling. It really matters to us when the people we care about don’t see us in the light we want to be seen in. And in a world where being different is soooo hard, there’s always a story there. My characters will always be a “freak among the freaks”. Someone a bit off and trying to find their own piece of happiness in a tough world that I create that challenges them to embrace that difference. Or better yet, their love interest accepting that unique spirit. I hope my readers don’t get tired of that!

 

  1. If money was of no concern, what would you envision as your perfect lifestyle? (where would you live, what would you do all day, etc.)

Ah…I could see it now. I’m watching the crystal clear water rush up and crash little cool waves against my feet. My toes rub across the white sands as I sit under my palapa. In my hand is my Kindle. To my left is my laptop when I get the need to write. Time for another drinky-poo. Where is that cabana boy, I mean, my hubby? I look for a watch, but none exists. What time is it? Who cares? There’s no schedule to keep. Time doesn’t matter here. What matters is that the sun is warm, the sky is always blue and the Bahama Mamas never stop flowing! Eh, life is good.

 

  1. Besides writing, what things are you most passionate about?

I’m a HUGE Minecraft fan (if you’re on Xbox, let a girl know) I adore photography and have my wedding photography business on hiatus as I write. Of course, cooking is a big passion of mine and happy to share some recipes for the foodies out there. I get bored easily, so I have knitting, painting and guitar to mix it up. Polymaths are annoying af, I know!

 

  1. Not limited to writing, what do you believe to be some of your greatest accomplishments so far?

I would say that my biggest accomplishment is my entrepreneurship. I love running a business and having the independence to shape the course of it. I can’t say that all of it has gone off without a hitch, but it is those events that made me tougher and ready to face the bigger challenges. That and publishing my 1st book…those two things felt more awesome than anyone could imagine.

 

  1. Name a few of your favorites (colors, TV shows, movies, stars, songs, etc.)

  • Favorite color is Purple

  • Always Sunny is my go-to show

  • Horror & Sci-Fi are my favorite movie genres

  • I could probably kick your butt in any film trivia (yes, that’s a challenge)

  • My theme song right now is “Can’t Get Enough of Myself” by Santigold

  • My celebrity boyfriend(s) are Idris Elba and Alexander Dreymon.

  • My celebrity girl crush is Natalie Dormer J

Half-human. Half-vampire. 100% Badass

He motioned to the kitchen. "Are you thirsty?"

Chloƫ nodded, "Yes, thanks. You should let me be the judge of whether you're interesting or not. C'mon, let's get some fun fact time in. Let me ask you three questions and we'll see what happens."

He groaned in dismay. "I have a feeling this will end badly. I’d rather not."

His uneasiness made her even more intrigued. Just what did he think she was going to ask him? He might not have thought it, but he was interesting. If there was a water cooler in the office, he would be the main topic around it every day. Almost everyone in the district had wondered something about him, and the most they churned about was hearsay and rumors. Having this type of access to him appeared to give her a sort of divine right to find out more about him.

Ethan came back to the sofa with a couple of mugs and handed her one. She felt the warmth of the mug and smiled to herself. He nuked the blood for me. He's so cute, I just wanna punch him in the face! As he sat down next to her, she noticed what his mug read and then looked at hers and smiled. She recognized them almost immediately.

"Oh my gods, I can't believe you still have these!" Chloƫ held up her mug and pointed to BITE MEwritten with an image of a bite mark on the edge of the mug.

"Why not? They're good mugs." He held up his in a cheers gesture, showing off the BEST BOSS EVER written on his. ChloĆ« had given the two mugs to him last Christmas. They were definitely a gag gift and tacky as hell, but, nevertheless, he couldn't bring himself to throw them out. It had been the first time he’d seen the warmer side of her he’d known she kept hidden from everyone else. Every time ChloĆ« laughed, a piece of him lit up inside. She was infectious, and it felt bizarre yet comforting to have her in his home, curled up on his sofa. He wasn't used to company, but she seemed to fit right in. He took a sip of warm blood from his mug.

"Okay, Hunter. I'll give in because you came clean with me earlier. Three questions about me and I'll answer. That's it."

Chloƫ scooted to the edge of the sofa, eager to ring off her first question. "Sooo, how old are you really?"

Here we go. Ethan leaned back, "How old do you think I am?"

"Uh-uh." Chloƫ wagged her finger. "You don't get to turn this into a guessing game. We're talking honest, straight up answers here, boss."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He hated to talk age because it often led down a rabbit hole into other questions that could give suspicion as to what he really was. But with a three-question limit, he doubted he was at risk this time.

Chloƫ sipped from her mug and shrugged. "Try me. 500? 800?"

"Three."

ChloĆ« cocked her head in confusion. "That's all, 300? Ethan, that's not—"

"Three...thousand."

 

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