“So, let me get this straight,” Cannon said next to me, switching his stretch by alternating his bent leg to straight, then reaching for the opposite toe. “The girl doesn’t even kiss you, but almost kisses you, and you run out to buy her a damn kitten?”I scowled at him. Practice was about to start any minute, and we were doing warm-up exercises on the sidelines of the football field before it did.“I didn’t buy it,” I muttered. “They were just giving them away. She’d always wanted a kitten, and this is honestly the first place she’s ever lived where she could get one. Her mom’s allergic, so she couldn’t have one growing up, then there was no way they would’ve allowed one in the dorms when she moved to college. So…” I shrugged. “It just made sense.”“It just made sense,” Cannon repeated, nodding as if he totally agreed, only to sniff a moment later, and say, “Shit. What’re you going to give her when she actually does kiss you? A damn car?”Jesus. I was going to strangle him. And no
I paced the hall outside Wick’s bedroom, carrying Bingley against my chest and biting away at my nails as I waited for him to finish.This was so bizarre. He was in there, right now, jacking off. For me. I’d never asked a guy to do that before.Honestly, I had to wonder if anyone had ever asked a guy to do that before.Picturing him how he’d been in the shower, pumping himself with water sluicing down his muscled back and buttocks, my womb tightened and thighs tingled. Maybe I should’ve asked if I could watch—wait, no. That would be totally crossing the line.And this wasn’t? the logical part of my brain screamed. The entire plan had a healthy level of line-crossing to it, as well as insanity and outright stupidity. But strangely, I felt committed, as if it were already too late to back out.My pulse raced with anxiety as I—The door to Wick’s room cracked open, and he poked only his head out, flinching when he found me loitering.“Oh.” He flushed. “You’re…right there.”“What’s
Gripping my knees for dear life, I sat in the corner chair in the front room of Wick’s and my apartment with a snoozing Bingley on my lap—her heat soaking through my jeans with a comfort I didn’t deserve—and watched the door fly open, admitting yet another one of Wick’s friends.“I just heard,” J.J. McCannon announced, going straight to Wick, who was pacing the floor in front of me. “What the fuck happened? Why didn’t anyone call me sooner?”Wick held up a hand to get him to back off. J.J. paused, frowned in confusion, and then glanced at his other friends, silently asking for an explanation. But they just shook their heads, not even sure how to start. So his attention veered back to Wick, who hadn’t stopped walking around the room since another one of his friends had dragged him home.I guess Zack Polansky—the other friend who’d dragged him home—had been at Topher’s party when everything had gone down. He’d been the only person able to pull Wick off Topher after Wick had attacked h
Issue 7 of “Hopeless Henry”By Alice BennetTaken from the University GazetteSo, I finally lost my virginity.Near the end of sophomore year, Beth Anne, a girl from my speech class, asked me out, saying she was into the strong, silent type. I had no idea that was the impression I gave. After Reuben had stolen Avery and fucked Kerri out from under me, I’d just kind of shut down and stopped showing my emotions.Letting them hang out there on my sleeve for the world to see hadn’t done me any good. I’d only ended up with my heart ripped to shreds.So, no more.As a result, I had closed up shop, stopped interacting as much with people, usually stayed quiet in a crowd unless spoken to directly, and I basically avoided women altogether.Jacking off was so much simpler than aching and wanting something I couldn’t have, or making the attempt, only for some weaselly jackass to sleep with her first. But apparently, that made me come across as hard-to-get. It drove bolder girls crazy, and
I’d just settled into bed for the night with Bingley curled on my pillow and nested in my hair when I heard footsteps pause outside my bedroom.Wick.I could just barely make out his silhouette when he peered in the open doorway to check on me.“I’m awake,” I told him and then lifted my covers in invitation. “You can come in.”Without a word, he stepped into my room and crossed the floor, grasping the raised sheets and crawling under them with me.Bingley meowed in greeting and stumbled across my face so she could go to her human daddy and investigate him with sniffs and licks.“Hey, I didn’t know you were in here too,” Wick said softly, petting the kitten a moment before he scooped her up and leaned over the side of the mattress to set her on the carpet.Darting across the floor, she raced from my room, probably on the hunt for a snack or toy to play with.Once she was gone, Wick turned back to me and immediately gathered me into his arms. Grateful for the contact, I sank agai
I woke up, feeling good. Like really good.Sighing in contentment, I stretched on top of my lover and grinned as my naked flesh shifted against his. Mmm, he felt nice.Rested and more awake than I’d ever felt before when waking up, I checked the time, only for my eyebrows to lift in shock when I realized it was only five in the morning.“Hey… Wick,” I said, kissing him all over the face to wake him up too.When he grunted out a sound, telling me he was just barely stirring, I grinned and stroked my fingernails along his jaw. “Let’s go jogging.”“Huh?” He cracked open one eye.“Let’s go jogging,” I repeated.With a muffled groan of rejection, he slid an arm around me to tether me to him fully as if he feared I was going to jump out of bed that very moment and drag him along with me.“Let’s sleep in,” he countered.“Jog,” I argued with a grin, wiggling on top of him.Both his eyes opened this time, and he shifted in order to let me feel his morning wood. “You want cardio? I can
Issue 8 of “Hopeless Henry”By Alice BennetTaken from the University GazetteI met Jocelyn at the store. I was halfway through my junior year and needed some soap, milk, and new socks. She was out in the parking lot when I pulled into a spot about three spaces down, trying to fit a large-screen television box into the trunk of her Honda.I’d just stepped out of my truck and shut the door when I heard the cursing. I glanced over to see the shopping cart she’d just pulled the television from tip onto its side. Then she lost her grip on the box altogether, and it plunged toward the pavement.“Whoa!” Racing over, I caught an edge of the box and helped her steady it. “Here. I got this end.”“Oh my God, thank you,” a feminine voice gushed from the other side. The only thing I could see of her was her hands wrapped around to my side and clutching the cardboard for dear life. Her fingernails were painted a dark maroon.Together, we tried to slot the television into the trunk. When the
I had to hold Wick’s phone in front of him and use his face recognition feature to break into his contact information.When I went to his recent calls and saw that Cannon had been the last person he’d talked to, I hit send and rang his best friend, figuring that would do.“Dude,” J.J. answered on a hoarse groan. “This better be good. It’s after three in the fucking morning.”“It’s Haven,” I told him, my voice quivering with shock and fear. “Wick won’t wake up. Now get your ass over here and help me get him to a hospital.”“What? Oh, shit. Be there in ten.” He hung up on me, leaving me staring at an unconscious Wick and wondering if I’d ever see him alive again.“God, Wick. Please,” I begged. “Just open those pale blue beauties for me one more time.”He didn’t.Beginning to cry, I rushed around the apartment, ignoring the tears on my cheeks so I could change into some clothes and put on shoes, then gather my purse and Wick’s wallet. Then I unlocked the front door so I wouldn’t ha
Linda writes romance fiction from YA to adult, contemporary to fantasy. Most Kage stories lean more toward the lighter, sillier side with a couple meaningful moments thrown in. Focuses more on entertainment value and emotional impact.Published since 2010. Went through a 2-year writing correspondence class in children’s literature from The Institute of Children’s Literature. Then graduated with a Bachelor of Arts, English with an emphasis in creative fiction writing from Pittsburg State University.Now she lives with her hubby, two daughters, cat Holly, and nine cuckoo clocks in southeast Kansas, USA. Farm girl. Parents were dairy farmers. Was youngest of eight. Big family. Day job as a cataloging library assistant.Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t
I definitely gotta start my list of thanks to my three: Kurt, Lydia, and Sadie. Whenever I disconnect from everyone, you guys always pull me back to reality. Thanks for being my very own life raft. I love you guys to the moon and back.To Holly: Kurt says you’re our service cat. No matter how bad of a day we might have, you’re there to remind us the world doesn’t revolve around us. It revolves around you, fur baby, and your needs still have to be met no matter what. Thanks for keeping us humble.To my most dependable beta readers ever: Shi Ann, Alaina, and Amanda. I’m still bracing for that day when you decide you’ve read too many of my stories and don’t want anymore, but I haven’t reached your limit yet. So thank you so much for sticking with me this long and giving me your invaluable feedback.To Summer at the Red Pen Revolution: You’re more than I deserve. Thank you for being so nice and helpful with all your editing awesomeness. Love you hard.Then to Shelley at 2 Book Lovers R
To figure out where everyone fits into the Forbidden Men world, feel free to check out their timeline, family tree, and book order at these links!Timeline:https://lindakage.com/fmtimeline.pdfFamily Tree:https://lindakage.com/fmtree.jpgBook Order:https://www.lindakage.com/fm.html
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I woke in the middle of the night to a hand nudging my shoulder and Haven’s voice in my ear.“Wick. Honey, get up. The baby’s coming.”My eyes sprang open wide. “What?”She was already flipping on the nightlight and sliding out of bed to bustle around the room, opening drawers to pull out underwear and clothes. When she flopped a suitcase onto the mattress by my feet and began to stuff it with both our things, I sat up watching her from blurry, blinking eyes.“If we leave now,” she said, unsettling Bingley, who’d been curled up asleep in her pillowed bed on the floor as Haven tugged a jacket out from under the cat, “I think we can make it to the hospital by four.”“Hospital? Four?” I glanced toward the nightstand where the clock told me it was barely two in the morning.“Yeah. I definitely don’t want to be on the road when the baby arrives.”Finally awake enough to think a bit clearer, I shook my head. “But what baby?”Pausing abruptly to send me a harassed glance, Haven cried,
“Hey, look,” Wick announced proudly as he appeared in the opening of the hallway that led into the front room where I was kicked back on the couch, browsing through Netflix and searching for something new to watch. “I was finally able to pop the centers out without breaking the outer chocolate rings.”He held up two Reese’s cups to his eyes so he could peer at me through the holes where the peanut butter centers usually went.“Hey, yay! Good job.” I began to clap, only to narrow my eyes when he moved close enough for me to see the cups better as he sat on the couch next to me. “Wait. You cut them out with a knife, didn’t you?”He laughed, dropping the Reese’s from his eyes and confessed, “Yeah. But it was the only way I could do it without breaking the outer ring.”“God, you’re adorable,” I answered, shaking my head and grabbing the front of his shirt so I could pull him in for a kiss.He met my mouth eagerly, tasting like chocolate and peanut butter, which had me humming in delig
Final Issue of “Hopeless Henry”By Alice BennetTaken from the University GazetteSenior year came at last. Thank God. I was so ready to get out of this college and away from certain memories. Certain people.I would always have a soft part for the marching band and the friends I’d made there. I had a feeling I’d remain in most of their lives long after graduation. But other parts, I couldn’t wait to escape.Just a few months to go, and it’d all be over.I was looking forward to starting fresh. I could make myself a clean slate. I could leave behind all the things that haunted me and hopefully find a job in my dream career, then meet someone I clicked with and build a life with her.I wouldn’t have to see Avery or Reuben or any of his bothersome friends ever again. It would be nice.Meanwhile, I was hanging on and making sure I got through as I remained focused on graduation.After being assigned a partner—Elliot—in my orchestration class, I agreed to meet with him at his dorm
“HayHay,” Wick whispered, his voice broken and full of pain and misery. He started to stand, but I held up a hand.“No, don’t get up. I think… I think I’ll just come down there with you.” And I sank to my knees right where I’d been standing in the doorway. Bingley wiggled in my arms. I let her down, and once she hit the floor, she bounded over to Wick, who picked her up and cuddled her gratefully.Gripping the tops of my thighs, I rocked back and forth and I watched the kitten comfort the man.“So,” I started, swallowing hard before glancing around the room and settling my gaze back on him. “You liked me three years ago? When we were freshmen?”“I…” Pain slashed across his features before he gulped and nodded. “I shared a class with you. The first time I saw you across the room, I thought you were pretty. So I told some of my friends on the team about it.”From the expression on his face, I knew he was downplaying it. Big-time.“Why?” I croaked, wiping wetness from my cheeks. “Wh