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Hazel in the Demon's Den

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!” “Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!” == Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever... *Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

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Snowballs

Once Hazel got a hang of the snowmobile she was having the time of her life. The freezing air on her nose and the fact that it everything was tinted orange from her goggles didn't detract from that.

Will told her that people had to wear goggles both to protect their eyes from the wind and because the sun glinting off the snow could be blinding. She accepted without complaint though she was so laden down with gear that it seemed like she was being sent off into battle.

Everything she was wearing was so thick that she could barely move. Bending her elbows and knees was a bit strenuous but that didn't matter. She was actually driving a snowmobile all by herself!

Riding on the back of someone else's was all well and good but there was something special about being the one in charge of controlling it. Hazel intended to spend as much time outside as her body would allow so she could soak these breathtaking views into her soul.