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			<description>A piece in need of a &amp;quot;name--and I'm open to suggestions. I saw this picture of Jackson Rathbone from the forthcoming movie, Twilight, and it spoke to me. No, sorry; no vampires in my piece. Well, you'll see....</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>Chapter Three&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Turned out that I didn&amp;rsquo;t have a concussion but it sure hurt like hell. Also turned out that I&amp;rsquo;d only been grazed by the bullet. I got lucky, the medic said. While he ministered to my wounds, I entertained thoughts of seduction. Hey, I&amp;rsquo;m only human. ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Chapter Two&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Two Months Later&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I managed to get out of bed, loping across the floor of the apartment and into the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet before the contents of my stomach purged itself into the water. I laid my cheek against the cool porcelain, reach..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter One&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I said get me a double bourbon. . .dear!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;The music was so loud; I&amp;rsquo;d missed the first time he&amp;rsquo;d ask. Never a good idea. I just wanted to dance, not be his errand girl. But it was just easier to do as he asked. I gave my sweetes..</description>
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			<title>The Morrigan</title>
			<description>Morgan Devereaux doesn't exactly want to die. She just doesn't know how to get out of the way of the bus. When her lover is murdered, she becomes a target for the killer. Her way of hiding? Diving into the world of BDSM, she becomes a dominatrix at her fa</description>
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			<title>The Brothers Cameron: An Opportunity for Resentment</title>
			<description>Sir Douglas Cameron has been brutally murdered in his home. It's up to his two sons to find the murderer.</description>
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