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As my current masterlist is all messed up and a load of nonsense now, I decided to make a new one and actually keep it up to date whenever I actually write something.
So far, I have written for Bloodbound, Desire and Decorum, Distant Shores, Perfect Match and Veil of Secrets, though I also hope to expand to FA and even The Wayhaven Chronicles - oh Natey, have I got a lot in store for you!
Masterlist is under the cut...
I want to be hopeful - I really want to…
But deep down we all know they’re not going to actually put any work into this and are just trying to cash in on past employees and their hard work.
If this does happen, I do hope it’s The Elementalists - we never got an ending. It was a cliffhanger. However, I can’t help but feel that the voting process is just going to be their way of upping numbers to look good statistically this month.
That and what’s the likelihood that it will be as good as the others (thinking of BloodBound: Origins for example). The latter got so many people excited just to let us down.
It wasn’t awful, no. It just wasn’t great.
Do we really want a popular series to be tarnished by a badly written sequel full of AI rubbish that no one wants to see? I haven’t engaged with any of the new books and that’s because the AI creeps me out.
Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Amelia/Amy)
A pair of strong arms encircle her waist from behind, causing her to startle; he smiles softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her temple…just for his eyes to befall the uniform nestled within the crook of her elbow, metallic decoration glistening in the light of the moon. His eyes darken, replacing their usual brown with a crimson hue as he reaches forward, gently removing the garment from her grasp, one arm remaining in place around her midsection.
“I’m sorry,” she frowns, brows furrowed, “I…I didn’t realise…”
She waits for a response in words - but is instead met with a gentle kiss to the curvature of her jaw; he leans back, acknowledging her with a faint smile…
…one that doesn’t quite meet his eyes.
Amy is quick to notice; she falters, her expression solemn.
“I-I really didn’t-”
He shakes his head, “please don’t apologise.” He replaces the clothing in its encasement, ghosting the lid with his fingertips, “you did nothing wrong.”
“B-but I…”
“Ssshhhh…” he whispers, reaching up to caress her face, the pad of his thumbs grazing her cheeks, “it’s alright, Amelia. You needn’t apologise.”
“B-but-”
He cuts her off with a chaste kiss, his fingers threading themselves within the hair at the nape of her neck; she gasps against him, her hands coming to rest on the lapels of his jacket as she accepts the nature of his touch. He pulls away shortly after, breathing in her scent as his hands slide downwards, purchasing on her shoulders.
“I said it’s alright,” he smiles once more, the light returning to his eyes as they refocus on her own; he rubs her forearms, “I just…don’t want that to touch you.”
“You…don’t want your clothing to…touch me?”
He shakes his head.
“But…why? It-it’s just fabric.”
He remains silent, yet acknowledges her words with a tender kiss to the forehead. She awaits a reply in words, but is left without one as he moves away; she watches inquisitively as she retrieves the chest from the floor, lifting it into his arms before leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind him.