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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.




'T was Slander filled her mouth with lying words,

Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.”

- Robert Pollok, The Course of Time

The road twisted ahead of them like a serpent in the grass. The night was pale and starless. The quiet hum of the engine running sounded almost out of place.

They were parked at the shoulder of the road. Alexia felt his breath down her shoulder as she nuzzled up against him. She licked her lips slowly, tasting the hint of strawberry from her flavored chap stick. She felt his hand snake down the small of her back as he leaned in for another kiss.

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