While the water purifier played with that, I scanned the dead grub using my handheld. The results informed me that, basically, the grub was a bag of water, protein, fat, and sugar.
“Dinner,” Chas suggested.
Gods help me. “If we run out of rations.” And shoe leather.
— The Spires of Turris
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11-2-18:
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M/M contemporary romance
Eric didn't mean to fall in love with the Irish Sisters pub or its blue-eyed, Irish-American owner. He definitely didn't mean to lie about his identity. He's already done enough damage, after all, by writing the review that nearly caused the restaurant to tank. Now he must make things right for the Irish Sisters and disappear from Colm's life before Colm learns the devastating truth about him, because the last thing Eric wants to do is destroy the chef's heart, too.
F/F science fiction romance
Nameless and without an identity, she wakes on the streets of Shapertown, an abandoned city that defies the laws of physics. She’s fleeing a threat she can’t remember. One woman holds the key to unlocking her memories and the dangerous truth: She is the threat.
M/M science fiction romance
Dr. London Wells is onto the greatest discovery of his life: he must investigate an unforgiving alien planet. Unfortunately, his dean insists he take graduate student Chas Chambers as an assistant.
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