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Bunny and the Moon

When Tuzi, the beloved bunny of the Moon Goddess Chang'er who was blessed into a human, is stolen from her celestial home— She is violently cast down to the Mortal Realm, stripped of her divine grace and thrown into a world she doesn't understand. Upon awakening, she finds herself surrounded by strangers—and everything she once knew is now a distant memory. ​Chang'er, the Moon Goddess, is determined to solve the mystery of her stolen companion, but focusing on the task proves difficult. Every clue brings her closer to the answer, but it also brings her dangerously close to the too-handsome-for-his-own-good God of Sky, who seems to be more of a distraction than a help. Can the Moon stay focused long enough to recover Tuzi? ​Meanwhile, Atlas—the Sky God’s best soldier—has dived into the Mortal Realm after Tuzi. But why is he so intent on finding the fallen bunny, and what does he have to do with the celestial theft? Tuzi may have been a simple rabbit once, but as a newly- minted divine lady, guarding her heart against this dashing, charming soldier is proving far more difficult than she ever imagined. Add to that the sudden interest of several alpha gods, and Tuzi's life is turned upside down by both celestial politics and unexpected romantic tension. With gods, mysteries, and more than a few mosquitos in the way, can Tuzi reclaim her place in the heavens and solve the riddle of her own disappearance? A romantic, funny, and action-packed twist on the legend of Chang'er and her white bunny, Bunny and the Moon will keep you guessing—and laughing—until the very end. Bet you can't figure out who did it!

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Treacherous Misunderstandings

"What the fuck…"

The curses belonged to a man who was quite skilled in the art of perching on a tree. He had stayed a fair distance from the crowd, tucked behind a plethora of branches and leaves. 

He conceded it was tough getting this close to the villagers, and still remained hidden. For his bright orange hair usually drew unwanted attention wherever he went. Wisely, he decided to wrap his head in a black scarf, so his unusual coloring would not blow his cover.

When a branch snagged onto the scarf that was wrapped meticulously over his hair, he emitted a low growl, swiping it away.

Bayar was already feeling quite annoyed by the circumstances, yet these pesky tree branches were pricking him everywhere, further stoking the flames of his irritation.