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Thank you so much for reading Love in the Time of Quarantine. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.
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Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)
Trio Legacy Series: The stories of the children of the wolves introduced in the Trio of Mates Series. Completed: Hide and Seek, Ongoing: Red Rover
Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed)
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Restaurants? Closed. Parks? Empty. Streets? Deserted. The world just suddenly stopped. The coronavirus (COVID-19) began in Wuhan, China, showing up in late December 2019. It quickly spread throughout the globe, causing death, financial disaster, job loss, and family upheaval. There isn’t a part of our lives that hasn’t been affected by COVID-19. As of today, February 24, 2022, there have been over 431 million worldwide deaths with new cases occurring every day. For many, we have lost loved ones. Some were stranded in other countries with no way to get home for weeks or months. Most of us were unable to see family or friends who lived out of our immediate bubble for nearly a year. The effect of quarantine on our mental health, learning, work, and relationships cannot be undersold. It brought Tiger King, sourdough bread making, so much Zoom, mass pet adoptions, and TikTok dance challenges. Working from home took on a new meaning while you tried to juggle children loggin
The doorbell rings and I immediately become flustered. Ashton is here. My body flushes with the anticipation of seeing him. I quickly walk to the door and stop in front of the mirror beside it. My long, thick, dark brown hair is pulled into a ponytail that falls down my back. My blue eyes are clear and bright with my excitement. My maeve lipstick sets off my light complexion well and highlights my full lips. I pull down the tight cream shirt, making sure that my cleavage is on full display and wipe my hands on my jeans. I know that I seem a bit thirsty, but DAMN I AM. Ashton James has been the star in nearly all of my sexual fantasies since I was 13 years old. Now, at 19, I’m going to be spending an entire week alone with him while he interviews for several companies in the area. My college roommate is helping her family move this week, so he’ll be staying in her room. Once I check that my appearance is as good as it’s gonna get, I plaster a smile on my face and open t
Ash decides that he would rather stay in, so I start working on dinner. I’m making his favorite: my mother’s lasagna. “I’m gonna go shower. Public transport just makes you feel all grimy,” he says after opening a bottle of red wine for us. “Don’t drink that until I get out! It’s gotta breathe.” “Yes, sir!” I snap him a salute before turning back to the meat cooking on the stove. “Mmmmm. I could get used to that kind of obedience from you.” As he walks past, he smacks my ass with the towel that’s in his hand. “Asshole!” I call after his laughing form as he hurries into Kora’s room. Over the next 15 minutes, while I hear the water running in the shower, I cook the meat, make the sauce, and layer the lasagna in the dish. I’m just putting it in the oven when I hear Ashton calling my name. “What?” I call back to him as I set the timer on my phone. I hear a muffled sentence. Somet
By the time Ashton wanders into the kitchen after his shower, I’ve set my plan into action. I’ve put on some music, a club playlist on Spotify, and am swaying my hips along to the beat. I’ve changed into a low cut white tank and cutoff jean shorts. I wear both when I’m painting, so they’re covered in paint, well worn, and form fitting. I’m washing dishes and have made sure to splash water all over the front of my tank, making it see-through. You wanna play, Ashton? Game fucking on. I hear him walk into the kitchen and stop. There is a definite inhale of air as he takes in my appearance. I put an extra sensual sway into my hips, singing along with the music. I act as if I don’t know that he’s there. Putting the dishes away, I run my hands over my body, acting as if I’m wiping water on my clothes, making sure to run them over my stomach and down to my hips. As I finish putting away the clean dishes, I continue dancing. My hands move to my hair, pulling the tie out
Conversation during dinner turns to my year at school and the different advertising companies that Ashton is interviewing with. “So are you planning on staying here in New York?” I ask, taking a drink of wine. “If that’s what the job requires, but most of these places have a short internship period here in New York before it’s possible to transfer to other branches. All of the four companies I’m interviewing at have a branch in Ohio so that I could go back home.” His eyes flick to me. “If New York doesn’t work for me.” Genuinely curious, I ask, “What do you mean?” He looks at me for a beat before vaguely saying, “Oh, you know. If I don’t adjust to city life.” I give a short bark of laughter. “Oh, come on Ashton. What’s there not to love about the city? You can basically walk everywhere. The variety of food, and experiences, and people in one square block is more than our entire home town could even hope for. Concerts, galleries, clubs, fashion, restaurants. New York’s g
I pull sweatpants and hoodie on over the clothes that I’m wearing and grab my purse. Without saying anything, Ash and I get our shoes and coats on before heading downstairs and to the bodega down on the corner. When we get there, I’m utterly shocked by how it looks. “Jorge! Were you robbed?” I asked the cashier, one I’ve gotten friendly with since I moved here. “Chile, don’t you know what’s going on? It’s like fucking armageddon shit out here. No fucking toilet paper. No milk. People lost they damn minds!” Jorge is wearing a bandana around his face. His voice is muffled and he looks petrified. “Look, sweets, I’m getting ready to close. There’s barely anything here anyway. Get what you need and then get the fuck home.” I look at Ashton, both of us shocked. We hurriedly run down the aisles, grabbing detergent, food, paper towels. Anything and everything that we can get our hands on. Jorge rings us up and hurries us out, locking the door behind us. We hurry back to th
I quickly close the door in my room. I lean my head against it, breathing heavily. I feel the tears gather in my eyes and I force myself to steady my breathing to calm down. I will NOT cry. Ashton never promised me anything. In fact, up until tonight, he treated me like the annoying little sister that my brother did. We were comfortable around each other. More family than friends. Shit, what had I thought would happen? Yeah, he had touched me and we maybe would have gone a lot further if my brother hadn’t interrupted, but maybe it was better that he had. If Ashton only saw this as comforting me, if this was only going to be a one time thing, I didn’t want it. Yes, he’s hot. Yes, I’ve fantasized about being with him more times than I could count. Yes, I wanted to feel his skin against mine. But…but that isn’t all that I want. I want Ashton James to be mine. And he had just confirmed that he would never be. A traitorous tear courses down my cheek and I angrily s
The second that our lips touch, Ashton comes alive in my arms. One hand grips my ass, the other cupping the back of my head. He kisses me ravenously, like he needs me to breathe. Ashton sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, biting it lightly. I moan loudly, losing myself in the touch and feel of him. He uses my open mouth as an invitation and his tongue slips into my mouth. The kiss is needy. His touch is possessive. It’s like he’s claiming me. Truly making me his. It’s heavenly. Even better than I had ever dreamed it would be. But I can’t let him have all the fun. My hands trail down his chest and abs until I get to the hem of his shirt. I quickly dive my hands underneath and run my hands up his toned stomach. I scratch at his skin lightly and he groans into my mouth. Slowly, I move my hands up to his chest, finding his nipples quickly. I run my thumbs over them, making them hard, before pinching and rolling them between my fingers. This causes Ashton’s breath to