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Pelo sistema de segurança do escritório, observei meu companheiro predestinado, Jerry Carson, deslizar o anel de sinete que simboliza o poder da Luna na mão de Tessa. A voz enjoativamente doce de Tessa ronronou pelos alto-falantes. "Querido, assim que eu for oficialmente a Luna, você vai me deixar ter livre acesso à linha de crédito da alcatéia, não vai?" "Mas... a Kari não vai desconfiar? Vocês dois são companheiros há sete anos." "E daí se ela suspeitar de algo?" Jerry zombou. "Ela não consegue sobreviver sem os recursos da alcatéia, e com certeza absoluta não consegue sobreviver sem mim." "Mesmo que ela descubra, vai engolir o orgulho e manter a boca fechada pelo bem da reputação da alcatéia." "Eu não me importo com ela. Você é a única Luna para mim, meu bem." Cada uma de suas palavras desdenhosas era uma adaga se revirando em meu coração. Eu não tive um acesso de raiva. Em vez disso, desliguei o monitor calmamente. Deixe-os pensar que o esquema deles era impecável. Eles logo descobririam a surpresa que eu tinha reservada para eles.

My very first book, I really hope this gets at least some attention. I worked hard on this project, and I want advice on what to do.

I tried... I really did, but no matter how far I ran, the past always catches up... all I want is a normal college life. Is that too much to ask for?! How do you live peacefully when the past always haunts you? Arlie and Mila Have circumstances that one doesn't always come across, wanting to escape and live peacefully has never been harder for them. Especially when they both have different circumstances to get over.

Excerpt: "Introducing contestant number 1, Riya, one like no other, The only Qyshol you would never see and live to tell the tale...for now. Perhaps she got bored of snapping the lishas' necks and thought she would do a little exercise in this contest. Perhaps, being the strongest person ever is not a gift after all, or maybe, she is lonely." All could hear the smirk in his voice. He took a sip of the liquid in his cup, everyone knew it wasn't water but no one would risk telling him and losing their heads. "Contestant number two, don't let his name fool you he is nowhere near the light, the only one who can stand up to a qyshol...at least close enough to get killed excitingly." Everyone cheered, they cheered not because he was their favourite but because someone would get killed in the long run. "I present to you, Korren the xincta!!" He walked out pretty confident about himself like he wasn't scared the Qyshol would kill him. "The other contestants are not worth calling their names a waste of my breath, they can come out whenever they like. I am only here to watch the battle between these two" The xreo who would also be acting as the judge announced while he batted his eye at the contestants. "This is the run!!!!!!" The crowd erupted, everyone breaking anything or anyone in their way. ~~~~~~~~ In a world of no law, only the strongest rules, in other words only the Qyshol wins. A race of ten dimensions has begun, and the winner gets a chance to rewrite history, to be granted one wish. What happens when the Qyshol starts to feel defective, having feelings for a certain xincta, will she twat it and kill him immediately as usual or will she use him as a plaything and kill him later? No matter what he's going to die. That's what her evil reputation demands. The only problem with this race is that it has no rules. So seduction is allowed. ~~~~~~~~ There will be colourful words and colourful actions and colourful things. You get it by now.

Ace is a girl who is 12 and lives in a world called ACE. When she was young her mother left her and her twin brother with her dad. Her brother has something that she doesn't power in that world that she doesn't have so he tells her not to act as she knows him at school. Ace will learn to be strong and outstanding and develop something that she thought wasn't in her.

Just when Trad thought he had escaped death, he realized it had been right before his eyes all along. But as he's led to his final destination, he begins to understand... sometimes surviving is only the beginning.

All it took was one wrong turn and Lacey had her whole life ripped out of her by the hands of the God of darkness himself.

Jed Chance is the world famous lead singer of the rock band Black Lace. Once married to his best friend, he soon realised his love for her was not romantic, but they remained friends and she now manages the band. Jamie has been hugely protective of Jed since his former bandmate and lover outed him to the world.<br><br>The band faces a lineup change when their guitarist decides she wants to spend more time with her kids. Auditions start and in walks Donnie, a very talented, handsome, and openly bisexual musician. Jed vows to resist the attraction he feels for his new bandmate but finds temptation at every turn.<br><br>But lust isn’t the only thing on Jed's mind -- he has a stalker who seems intent on ending his life. Jed finds himself fighting for his band, his heart, and even his life. Can he keep all three?

Suzy Su is forty years old, single, and has spent the last twelve years in the same Silver Lake apartment, building a life that looks stable from the outside. She's an immigration attorney at a small firm — good at her job, respected by her colleagues, and invisible to everyone who matters. She has a mother in Pasadena who knows she's gay but never talks about it. She has a set of rituals — coffee, work, a run she never enjoys, a plant she keeps forgetting to water — that she calls a life. She is not prepared for what comes next. Routine bloodwork reveals she is HIV-positive. The viral load and CD4 count suggest she's been infected for three to seven years. In that window, she's had four sexual contacts: Shelly, the older woman who taught her how to be a lesbian in a world that didn't want her; Claire, the high-powered corporate attorney who mirrored Suzy's own ambition so perfectly they became each other's walls; Kevin, her oldest friend, the only man she's ever trusted, and one night she's never talked about; and Kate, the auto mechanic who showed her that happiness could be easy — and then left her because she couldn't figure out how to be happy back. The novel follows Suzy over the course of one month as she contacts each of them, telling them they may have been exposed. But the investigation into the virus becomes an investigation into her own life. She realizes she's been building a case not against a person, but against a way of living — a life built on avoidance, on never wanting anything too much, on keeping people at a distance where they can't hurt her. Each former partner forces her to confront a version of herself she's tried to outrun: with Shelly, she's the frightened twenty-three-year-old who didn't know how to be loved; with Claire, she's the thirty-year-old who was too proud to be vulnerable; with Kevin, she's the woman who uses intimacy as anesthesia; and with Kate, she's the person who let the best thing in her life walk away because she didn't believe she deserved to keep it. The suspense structure follows a classic Agatha Christie trajectory: the suspects are introduced, red herrings are planted, and the reader — along with Suzy — is led toward a conclusion that seems inevitable in retrospect. But the novel subverts the whodunit form. There is no villain. The person who gave Suzy the virus did not know they had it. And the question Suzy has to answer is not "who?" but "what now?" TRACE BACK is a literary suspense novel set in contemporary Los Angeles — a city of highways and hidden lives, where people reinvent themselves for a living and the past is always just a few exits away. It explores the gap between the stories we tell ourselves and the truths we refuse to see, the particular loneliness of the Asian-American experience in queer spaces, and the strange, quiet grace of learning to live with something you can't undo. Told in present tense with a propulsive, emotionally precise voice, the novel moves between Suzy's present-day investigation and extended flashbacks that form complete narrative arcs. Each relationship is a novella folded inside the larger story, and each one redefines what the reader — and Suzy — thinks they know about love, trust, and the difference between being hurt and being harmed. At its heart, this is not a story about a virus. It's a story about a woman who has spent forty years building walls, and who finally — through an accident of biology and a series of difficult phone calls — learns to let them down.

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