Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

get the important first load of the emergency supplies up here so they can fit in the rest. So in doing so, I've had a quick wash down so I could wear clothes while going through the forest, but in truth, so you can soil my clothes later. And , if you do well today and please me," Jacob quickly turned attentively, "then I may give you a piece of chocolate as well…"
    Oh yes, this was no piece of fiction. Mythological creatures existed and effectively created us , Jacob thought. However, he also realised the fantasy he now lived; his own "happily ever after" (Jeremy mumbled this in his sleep the previous night, while curling deeper into Jacob's chest) with Jeremy.
    The future only promised more for them both…
    However, first, Jacob craved a lot of chocolate. Hehe ...
    THE END
    Author bio: Hello, my name is Harry and I live in England. (Oh! How bland but true.) I never like (auto/)biographies because I know information would always be missed and consequently out of date. However, rest assured that I am (arguably) human and have (questionably) grown up as everyone else has (although I am no sheep). I love my jumpers and reading romances. I currently question which I prefer the best: sex or storyline in such novels – and that is a difficult choice. Diplomatically, I would say that I would not turn down either, and that it depends on the style etc… well, you could say I'm awkward like that. Anyway, as my first publication, there is currently no real site where I base myself as an author, but feel free to browse (or contact me through) my current blog: A Hazzard's Blog
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AN OCEAN APART
    by Sammy Goode

    Two nude men are sitting side by side on the beach as the tide comes in. The man on the left has dark hair and his back is covered in beautifully drawn tattoo art. The other man is blond. It is obvious that these men are in love. Their faces turned toward each other, the blond man rests his forehead against that of the other man. Their eyes are closed. The picture reflects a love of great depth, a passion as sure as the tide that crashes against the beach in front of them.

    Dear Author,
    Two nude men are sitting side by side on the beach as the tide comes in. The man on the left has dark hair and his back is covered in beautifully drawn tattoo art. The other man is blond. It is obvious that these men are in love. Their faces turned toward each other, the blond man rests his forehead against that of the other man. Their eyes are closed. The picture reflects a love of great depth, a passion as sure as the tide that crashes against the beach in front of them.
    Sincerely,
    Susan

    genre: contemporary
    tags: established couple; hurt/comfort; visual arts; culinary, HEA
    word count: 15,119
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    Dedication.
    When one writes, there is so often a team of people about them that supports, challenges and gently guides and corrects. I am one such author to have been blessed with such a team. To my dear friends, Shaz and Kaje, thank you for making my writing better…for making it sing! To Susan and Heather, thanks for these boys—I hope you like what I have done with them.
     

     
    AN OCEAN APART
    by Sammy Goode
    Shane pushed back his chair and tossed the stylus down on the desk. It bounced a few times before coming to rest atop the thick file that sat like a glaring reminder of the absolute failure his life had become. He ran his fingers through his hair and blew out an angry breath, wishing for the hundredth time that he still smoked. A smoke would go a long way in calming his frazzled nerves. Jesus, get a grip McAllister, it's a fucking coffee ad not the end of the world. But that is exactly what it felt like…the end. By rights it shouldn't.
    In fact, Shane should be jumping for joy at winning the Dexham Coffee account…the million-dollar Dexham coffee account. After all, he had fought tooth and nail to land this account, working long hours, doing mock-up after mock-up of an ad campaign that should and did knock the socks off of the Company's collective feet. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe the 12-hour days and 6-day weeks were finally catching up to him.
    Right that had to be it! That had to be the reason his gut was in knots and his head was pounding from an oncoming migraine that threatened to blow his head right off his shoulders. And, it must be the reason why his hands cramped every time he picked up the stylus and turned on the computer and began to create…hah, create? Sure,