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Saturday, January 27, 2018

Saturday's Excerpt – The Silent Cry

J.C. looked up hoping to conceal the pain Samantha's words caused. "We used to be so close, Sam. It seems like it was years ago now." She swallowed hard. "I love you. That has never stopped for me. I don't know why you ended our relationship. I was so hurt when you never visited me in jail. I thought you didn't care. I couldn't take it when you said you didn't want to see me anymore. I don't care about anything anymore…especially now with Harry gone." A tear slid from her eye, making a slow descent down her cheek. "I don't know what happened that night; I wish to God I could remember, but I can't. When I came here that night I thought that maybe you would have missed me so much that you would want me back." She cleared her throat. "But I swear to you that I did not kill Harry. I know I was set up and I've been racking my brain trying to figure this out." She twisted her fingers through her hair. "I don't have any recollection of anything after I left here that night. At first, I thought I was losing my mind. I just wish I could remember," she sobbed.

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Saturday, January 20, 2018

Saturday's Excerpt – Zinna

Zinna waited for Monica to release her hand, only she didn't. She should pull her own hand free, but something inside wouldn't allow her to. She imagined it was Megan holding her hand. It felt good to be touched again, touched by her Megan, Megan who shared the same feelings she did. It'd been so long since she'd felt the flesh of Megan this close to her own. Old familiar feelings stirred inside her. Those feelings and yearnings now seeped to the edge of her consciousness, engulfing her in the mysteries which lay ahead just as they did when they were sixteen and knew they had no control over their feelings for one another. Her mind unconditionally convinced her that it was Megan holding her hand and tears rolled down her face as the song ended. The ache in her chest engulfed her. 

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Saturday, January 13, 2018

Saturday's Excerpt – Destiny

"Jaylene's there?"

"She just got out of the shower," she explained. "I don't know what she fixed for my hangover, but I'm feeling better than I was a little while ago." She smiled at Jaylene.

"She spent the night then?" Angela's voice grew quiet.

"Yes. If it weren't for her, I don't know how I would have gotten through the night. She was a lifesaver."

"I…I'll let you get back to what you were doing. I was just worried about you. Goodbye."

"Angela, wait!"

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Saturday, January 6, 2018

Saturday's Excerpt – Partners: Deception

Will frowned as he set his beer down. "Dinner will be fine, Trey. Lighten up. He'll be down…here he is now," he said as he looked toward the entrance.

Kyle Martin stepped into the room dressed in kakis and a black polo shirt. His dark brown hair was on the long side and he had dark penetrating eyes. "Sorry for the delay,"
he said. "I had to take a call." He walked over to where Frankie and Johanna were sitting. "So, these are the two beautiful ladies who'll be joining us for dinner tonight? Too
bad you're a couple." He didn't wait for proper introductions, but immediately held out a hand to Johanna. "I'm Kyle Martin. And you are Johanna or Frankie?" he asked as his
eyes bore into hers.

Johanna gritted her teeth as she took the hand he offered. His tone of voice was cocky and every instinct in her body told her he was not who he pretended to be. Her assessment of him was now sealed and any thought she may have had of giving him the benefit of the doubt was now dissolved. His overall attitude revealed a man who thought
he was more than he actually was. Her growing dislike for him intensified. She met his gaze. He was extremely good looking and she supposed he used that to his advantage
whenever it benefited him, but his phony charm and looks would get him nowhere with her. "I'm Johanna and this is Frankie," she said motioning to Frankie who was seated on
the sofa next to her.

"Frankie, huh?" he remarked lifting an eyebrow as his eyes instantly moved to Frankie and swept over her. "Were your parents hoping for a son?" he asked with a slight smirk.
"Or does your name have a significance to your relationship with Johanna?"

Johanna and Trey sat stunned and Trey gripped his wine glass so tight Frankie thought it would break. Johanna seemed to wait expectantly for Frankie's response, knowing
that no input from her was necessary.

"Excuse me," Frankie answered coolly. "Are you always this rude?"

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