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The stream flickers to life once more, to show that Rose has at some point lost her pants, and is now needily masturbating, moaning and mewling adorably as every sensation is amplified.
Judging by the state of the area around her, she's clearly already cum several times, and within only a few moments of the stream going live she cums again, rope after rope of sticky seed spurting into the air as she cries out. It takes nearly a minute for the magic-enhanced orgasm to taper off, and when it does she gets right back to stroking, making an adorably pouty face at the camera as if begging for someone to help.
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I read 230 books in 2017.
Down fifteen from last year...I am a math genius and initially miscounted by ten somehow, so I though I had hit 240...this was not so. The fluctuations tell you when I was studying for exams. (I’m done with all my fall exams now so I only have one scheduled for next year!) I did not make a new year’s book-of-the-month resolution and did not really expand into audiobooks more either. Oh well. This was a tough year for me all around and I’m hoping for a better one to follow.
Standouts:
Sorrow’s Knot, Erin Bow
Strange the Dreamer, Laini Taylor
A Conjuring of Light, Victoria Schwab
The Hating Game, Sally Thorne
Always and Forever, Lara Jean, Jenny Han
Thick as Thieves, Megan Whalen Turner
The Hate U Give, Angie Thomas
Now I Rise, Kiersten White
History is All You Left Me, Adam Silvera
Genuine Fraud, E Lockhart
Less, Andrew Sean Greer
In the Wreckage, Hailey Turner
Far From the Tree, Robin Benway
Complete list with more favorites in bold below the cut.
January – 23
The Lovely Reckless, Kami Garcia
The Quiet Gentleman, Georgette Heyer
Bad Blood, Jennifer Lynn Barnes
Soundless, Richelle Mead
Trouble is a Friend of Mine, Stephanie Tromly
A Great and Terrible Beauty, Libba Bray
Rebel Angels, Libba Bray
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling *
The Sweet Far Thing, Libba Bray
Beautiful, Christina Lauren
My Sister Rosa, Justine Larbalestier
Take the Key and Lock Her Up, Ally Carter
Timekeeper, Tara Sim
The Operator, Kim Harrison
Sacrifice, Cindy Pon
Declare, Tim Powers
Zinnia, Jayne Castle
Orchid, Jayne Castle
Trouble Makes a Comeback, Stephanie Tromley
The Hogwarts Collection, JK Rowling
After Dark, Jayne Castle
After Glow, Jayne Castle
Armed and Magical, Lisa Shearin
February – 21
Of Fire and Stars, Audrey Coulthurst
Infini, Krista and Becca Ritchie
Ghost Hunter, Jayne Castle
The Ghoul Vendetta, Lisa Shearin
Blood Red, Snow White, Marcus Sedgwick
Sorrow’s Knot, Erin Bow
The Infinite, Lori M Lee
A Darkly Beating Heart, Lindsay Smith
Dragon’s Bait, Vivian Vande Velde
By These Ten Bones, Clare B Dunkle
Girls on Fire, Robin Wasserman
The Trouble with Demons, Lisa Shearin
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, Mark Haddon
Magonia, Maria Dahvana Headley
Blood Vow, JR Ward
Cherry, Lindsey Rosin
The Female of the Species, Mindy McGinnis
Ella Minnow Pea, Mark Dunn
Cousin Kate, Georgette Heyer
King’s Cage, Victoria Aveyard
The Bear and the Nightingale, Katherine Arden
March – 15
The Black Dagger Brotherhood: An Insider’s Guide, JR Ward
Before the Fall, Noah Hawley
The Killer in Me, Margot Harrison
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, JK Rowling*
Bewitched and Betrayed, Lisa Shearin
Difficult Women, Roxanne Gay
Our Own Private Universe, Robin Talley
One Blood Ruby, Melissa Marr
The Swan Riders, Erin Bow
Passenger, Alexandra Bracken
Silver Master, Jayne Castle
Dark Light, Jayne Castle
Etched in Bone, Anne Bishop
Cowboys Are My Weakness, Pam Houston
Strange the Dreamer, Laini Taylor
April – 13
Aerie, Maria Dahvana Headley
Into the Fire, Jeaniene Frost
Obsidian Prey, Jayne Castle
Midnight Crystal, Jayne Castle
Canyons of Night, Jayne Castle
A Conjuring of Light, Victoria Schwab
Listen to the Moon, Rose Lerner
Beheld, Alex Flynn
Wayfarer, Alexnadra Bracken
The Song Rising, Samantha Shannon
Silence Fallen, Patricia Briggs
Because of the Sun, Jenny Torres Sanchez
The Hating Game, Sally Thorne
May – 19
Big Little Lies, Lianne Mortiarty
Crown Duel, Sherwood Smith
Spindle, EK Johnston
Always and Forever, Lara Jean, Jenny Han
The Bone Witch, Rin Chupeco
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, JK Rowling*
Empress of a Thousand Skies, Rhoda Belleza
The Thief, Megan Whalen Turner*
The Queen of Attolia, Megan Whalen Turner
The King of Attolia, Megan Whalen Turner
A Conspiracy of Kings, Megan Whalen Turner
Thick as Thieves, Megan Whalen Turner
Tales of the Peculiar, Ransom Riggs
It Ends with Us, Colleen Hoover
Hunted, Meagan Spooner
The Chosen, JR Ward
The Girl from Everywhere, Heidi Heilig
Lord of Shadows, Cassandra Clare
A Crown of Wishes, Roshani Chokshi
June – 23
Girl Out of Water, Laura
Radio Silence, Alice Oseman
The Lost Night, Jayne Castle
Caraval, Stephanie Garber
Cold-Hearted Rake, Lisa Kleypas
Starfall, Melissa Landers
Marrying Winterbourne, Lisa Kleypas
How to Be a Person in the World, Heather Havrilesky
Devil in Spring, Lisa Kleypas
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling*
Stranger in My Arms, Lisa Kleypas
Grunt, Mary Roach
Again the Magic, Lisa Kleypas
The Hate U Give, Angie Thomas
A Court of Wings and Ruin, Sarah J Maas
The Cold Eye, Laura Anne Gilman
Secrets of a Summer’s Night, Lisa Kleypas
It Happened One Autumn, Lisa Kleypas
The Devil in Winter, Lisa Kleypas
A Scandal in Spring, Lisa Kleypas
Stiff, Mary Roach*
Damaged Like Us, Krista and Becca Ritchie
Deception Cove, Jayne Ann Krentz
July – 19
White Hot, Ilona Andrews
Now I Rise, Kiersten White
The Distance Between Us, Kasie West
As You Wish, Cary Elwes*
Wintersong, S Jae Jones
Our Dark Duet, Victoria Schwab
A Wallflower Christmas, Lisa Kleypas
The Hot Zone, Jayne Castle
Not Your Sidekick, CB Lee
All-American Girl, Meg Cabot
Indigo, Beverly Jenkins
Mine Till Midnight, Lisa Kleypas
Unnatural Deeds, Cyn Balog
Avenged, Amy Tintera
The Upside of Unrequited, Becky Albertalli
Seduce Me at Sunrise, Lisa Kleypas
Tempt Me at Twilight, Lisa Kleypas
The People We Hate at the Wedding, Grant Ginder
The Ship Beyond Time, Heidi Heilig
August – 15
History is All You Left Me, Adam Silvera
Love in the Afternoon, Lisa Kleypas
Frogkisser! Garth Nix
Dating You, Hating You, Christina Lauren
Wildfire, Ilona Andrews
Swarm, Scott Westerfeld et al
Split the Sun, Tessa Elwood
The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue, Mackenzi Lee
Night Hawk, Beverley Jenkins
Unleashed, Sophie Jordan
Masquerade, Laura Lam
The Wish Granter, CJ Redwine
In Other Lands, Sarah Rees Brennan
Married by Morning, Lisa Kleypas
Gem and Dixie, Sara Zarr
September – 14
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, JK Rowling et al
The Angel of Losses, Stephanie Feldman
David, Johnny Worthen
Down Among the Sticks and Bones, Seanan McGuire
Carve the Mark, Veronica Roth
Slammed, Colleen Hoover
Silver Silence, Nalini Singh
Genuine Fraud, E Lockhart
Girl Mans Up, ME Girard
Dreaming of You, Lisa Kleypas
Crazy Rich Asians, Kevin Kwan
Then Came You, Lisa Kleypas
When Dimple Met Rishi, Sandhya Menon
Topaz, Beverley Jenkins
October – 15
Vanguard, Ann Aguirre
The Pearl Thief, Elizabeth Wein
The Ruby in the Smoke, Philip Pullman
The Debt, Karina Halle
Point of Retreat, Colleen Hoover
Crystal Storm, Morgan Rhodes
The Courtesan Duchess, Joanna Shupe
The Harlot Countess, Joanna Shupe
The Lady Hellion, Joanna Shupe
Turtles All the Way Down, John Green
Good Behavior, Blake Crouch
Sunshine, Robin McKinley
Warcross, Marie Lu
Someone to Watch Over Me, Lisa Kleypas
Lovers Like Us, Krista and Becca Ritchie
November – 26
The Scorpio Races, Maggie Stiefvater
Tower of Dawn, Sarah J Maas
Iron Cast, Destiny Soria
Lady Sophia’s Lover, Lisa Kleypas
Worth Any Price, Lisa Kleypas
Where’s My Hero? Kisa Kleypas et al
Roar, Cora Carmack
Somewhere I’ll Find You, Lisa Kleypas
China Rich Girlfriend, Kevin Kwan
Less, Andrew Sean Greer
Because You’re Mine, Lisa Kleypas
All the Dirty Parts, Daniel Handler
Jane, Unlimited, Kristin Cashore
Where Dreams Begin, Lisa Kleypas
The Shadow in the North, Philip Pullman
In the Wreckage, Hailey Turner
10% Happier, Dan Harris
Archangel’s Viper, Nalini Singh
Suddenly You, Lisa Kleypas
The Possible, Tara Altebrando
In the Ruins, Hailey Turner
Before the Devil Breaks You, Libba Bray
Ringer, Lauren Oliver
When Strangers Marry, Lisa Kleypas
Terminal Alliance, Jim Hines
Only with Your Love, Lisa Kleypas
December – 27
The Way I Used to Be, Amber Smith
Want, Cindy Pon
Midnight Angel, Lisa Kleypas
Rich People Problems, Kevin Kwan
Dress Codes for Small Towns, Courtney Stevens
Prince of Dreams, Lisa Kleypas
In the Shadows, Hailey Turner
The Knowing, Sharon Cameron
Release, Patrick Ness
A Line in the Dark, Malinda Lo
Love, Come to Me, Lisa Kleypas
Con and Conjure, Lisa Shearin
Always Hungry? David Ludwig
One Dark Throne, Kendare Blake
In the Blood, Hailey Turner
Rosemary and Rue, Seanan McGuire
The Language of Thorns, Leigh Bardugo
Heat Wave, Karina Halle
Far From the Tree, Robin Benway
All Spell Breaks Loose, Lisa Shearin
The Girl in the Tower, Katherine Arden
A Local Habitation, Seanan McGuire
An Artificial Night, Seanan McGuire
Late Eclipses, Seanan McGuire
One Salt Sea, Seanan McGuire
Wedding Bells, Magic Spells, Lisa Shearin
The Omnivore’s Dilemma, Michael Pollan
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Death Opens a Window (Mourning Dove Mysteries #2) 
By Mikel J. Wilson
Publisher: Acorn Publishing Publication Date: October 19, 2018 Genre: Mystery
Synopsis:
Emory Rome is back in DEATH OPENS A WINDOW, Book 2 of the Mourning Dove Mysteries and the follow-up to the national bestseller MURDER ON THE LAKE OF FIRE.
As he struggles with the consequences of his last case, Emory must unravel the inexplicable death of a federal employee in a Knoxville high-rise. But while the reticent investigator is mired in a deep pool of suspects - from an old mountain witch to the powerful Tennessee Valley Authority - he misses a greater danger creeping from the shadows. The man in the ski mask returns to reveal himself, and the shocking crime of someone close is unearthed.
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Emory tapped the bell on the counter in the lobby of Willow Springs – senior living spaces converted from a nineteenth century Italianate house. Sounds of a mountain forest from overhead speakers pacified the air, and silk flowers sprung from every available surface. This place doesn’t seem so bad. It’s peaceful.
A scream rippled through the tranquility. Emory leapt over the counter and pounded through the door behind it. His eyes darted about in search of danger, but all he found was a fiftyish woman clutching her chest with a horrified look. Before her was an open drawer. Inside was a chicken-bone doll with a bird’s foot attached as if grabbing at the heart. The woman saw Emory and pointed frantically at the drawer. “Get it out of there! Get it out!”
That’s odd. It looks kind of like the one from Corey’s office. Emory threw the doll into a nearby wastebasket. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” The woman’s breathing ticked down from asthmatic. “Okay, I’m fine now. Thank you.” Her chest-clutching hand dropped to her side, revealing a company badge hanging from the collar of her purple polyester blouse. “Can I help you?”
Emory found himself staring at her swept-back, brittle hair – a patchwork of brown shades given a yellow luster from the fluorescent ceiling light. She must color it herself. He pulled his eyes away, glancing at the name on her badge before offering her a smile. “Hi Lucy. I’m here to see Mary Belle Hinter.”
“Ms… Ms. Mary Belle?” Her hand returned to her chest. “Are you a relation?”
“I’m Emory Rome. I’m investigating the death of someone she knew.”
“Oh good heavens. How awful.” Lucy fanned herself with her hand. “She’s on the veranda. The door down the hall to your right. You can’t miss it.”
“Thank you.” Emory pointed toward the wastebasket. “By the way, how did that thing get in your drawer?”
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The woman placed a hand over her heart. “I can’t rightfully say. I imagine someone confiscated it from… one of our residents. We’re a Christian establishment.” Emory started toward the door when the woman stopped him. “Em’ry, you don’t believe she had something to do with that death, do you?”
“No, I just need to talk to her.”
Lucy pursed her lips. “Are you sure?”
That’s an odd question.
Lucy continued, “I don’t mean to speak ill of the misfortunate, but that woman is a hellion straight from the loins of the devil!”
“Thanks for the warning.” Emory left Lucy to her shudders. That’s twice I’ve been warned about Mary Belle Hinter. Who is she?
When Emory stepped onto the veranda, he was greeted by a stifling warmth, in spite of the weak winter sunlight slavering through the glass roof. I wonder which one is her. Among the tight scattering of more patio heaters than were necessary, he saw about two dozen elderly denizens – some sitting alone and others playing cards or board games. One small woman with wild silver hair, however, was kneeling in front of a tree and digging in the dirt with her hands, just beyond the veranda’s wood-slat flooring. Emory smirked. Lord, don’t let it be the crazy one.
A thin fortyish man in scrubs approached him. “Can I help you?”
“I’m looking for Mary Belle Hinter.”
The man scanned the area before the tips of his mustache reached for his chin. “There she is digging at that tree again.”
Emory’s shoulders slumped. Of course, it’s her.
The attendant hurried toward her. “Ms. Mary Belle, what have we said about messing with the foliage?”
Either she didn’t hear him or she ignored him altogether because she broke off a small offshoot of the horse chestnut tree’s root and pulled it from the ground.
“Don’t put that in your mouth!”
Before the attendant could grab it, she sure enough stuffed the piece of root into her mouth and sucked on it as if it were hard candy.
The attendant threw his hands up in the air and turned to Emory. “She’s all yours.”
Emory nodded and extended a hand to the old woman. “Ms. Mary Belle, could I help you to your feet?”
She looked up at him and rasped through cracked lips, “If I’d a wanted on m’ feet, I’d be on ’em.”
“Fair enough.” Emory crouched on the ground next to her.
“Ms. Mary Belle, I need to talk to you about Corey Melton. Do you know who that is?”
“I know who he was.” She looked at him with jaundiced eyes and pointed an arthritic finger at his face. “Who’re you?”
“I’m Emory Rome.” He handed her a business card. “I’m an investigator. You said you knew who Mr. Melton was. Why did you say that?”
The old woman buried Emory’s card into one of the oversized pockets of her brown tattered cloak. “I ain’t ne’er forgit a name or face.”
“No, why did you use the past tense?”
Ms. Mary Belle’s lips curled toward her withered cheeks. “I know why you’re here.”
“And why’s that?”
“You’re askin’ ’bout a feller I knew but for one reason. The curse musta met its intention.”
Emory clenched his jaw. Here we go. “Curse?”
“The thief stole m’ prop’ty! So I hexed ’im. Hexed ’im good.”
Yep, she’s crazy.
Ms. Mary Belle laughed so hard, the root fell from her mouth. “When God closes a door, Death opens a window.”
“When did you last see him?”
“Ne’er did. Coward wrote me a letter! Sheriff done his dirty work. Cursed ’im too.” Her last statement added a proud glimmer to her eyes. “He still wit’ us?”
“As far as I know.”
“Well, give it time. Give it time. Oh me…” Without warning, a flash flood of tears washed away Ms. Mary Belle’s self-satisfaction.
Emory placed a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“That prop’ty’s been my family’s for gen’rations. From when I came ta ’wareness as a girl, I knowed I was gonna die there.” She looked over his shoulder as if she could see her erstwhile land from where she sat. “Summer’s always m’ fav’rite. Dancin’ ina black willer seeds that’re floatin’ ina wind. Cooling off ina crick. Course, ’tweren’t deep enough ta swim in, but it’s fun all a same. Ne’er did learn ta swim. And the taste o’ the sassafras trees.” Her tongue poked through her gummy smile to lick her crackled lips. “You e’er had a place like that?”
Emory shrugged. “I can’t say I have.”
Ms. Mary Belle wiped her eyes and focused them on Emory. “So you fixin’ ta ’rest me?”
“What? No, I’m not going to arrest you.”
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“Takin’ pity ona ol’ woman.” She patted the back of his hand. “You’re a good young’un.”
“Thanks.”
“Can you he’p me get m’ prop’ty back?”
“Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about that.”
“Sweet sassafras, you an inves’gator! Inves’gate how ta git back what’s mine.”
“I’m sorry.” Emory shook his head. “It’s not that simple.”
“I got money. I can pay.”
“It’s not that. It’s just too late to do anything about it now. It’s out of our hands.”
“Our?” The old woman’s pitiable fragility evaporated, leaving behind a desiccated grimace of anger. “You workin’ wit’ ’em! You all in cahoots!”
“No, I meant there’s nothing you or I could do.”
“Stealin’ what’s mine!” Ms. Mary Belle clawed at the back of his hand, drawing blood. As Emory recoiled from her, she sucked the tiny bits of his skin from her fingertips and then spit in his face. “I curse you! No moment’s peace ’til your reckonin’, whena cold handa death’ll come a beckonin’!”
Emory jumped to his feet and backed away, almost tripping. He wiped the spit from his face and glared at her in disbelief.
Ms. Mary Belle screamed, “Git out!” followed by incomprehensible words.
Emory could feel his arm hair shrieking to attention as he retreated to his car.
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Murder on the Lake of Fire  (Mourning Dove Mysteries #1)
At 23 and with a notorious case under his belt, Emory Rome has already garnered fame as a talented special agent for the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation. His career is leapfrogging over his colleagues, but the jumping stops when he’s assigned a case he fought to avoid – an eerie murder in the Smoky Mountain hometown he had abandoned. The mysterious death of an ice-skater once destined for the pros is soon followed by an apparent case of spontaneous human combustion. In a small town bursting with friends and foes, Rome’s own secrets lie just beneath the surface. The rush to find the murderer before he strikes again pits him against artful private investigator Jeff Woodard. The PI is handsome, smart and seductive, and he just might be the killer Rome is seeking.
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Bestselling mystery and science fiction author Mikel J. Wilson draws on his Southern roots for the Mourning Dove Mysteries, a series of novels featuring bizarre murders in the Smoky Mountains region of Tennessee. Building on the success of the first book in the series, Wilson continues his “no guns or knives” philosophy for murder as he delves deeper into the lives of the characters and their evolving dynamics.
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Cream Malt and Melon blow-pops!
"Alright fuckers I'm back. I'm going to drink my milkshake and enjoy this lollipop. And then I'm probably gonna go smother Feferi in the results of this because I'm pretty sure she's the one who ordered these."
"Actually wait I think I'll do them in the other order just to see if it makes any difference." She hums as she starts to enjoy the blow-up pop, taking the time to savor it for a bit before crunching it off the end because while watermelon flavor is great and all, she doesn't really have the patience right now to wait for it to dissolve before she can have the cream malt.
Within a few short minutes of finishing it, her tits promptly begin to swell, shredding her bra and top as they very literally double in size. "Oh joy. Fat tits. Again."
She pops the lid off the bottle of cream and quickly chugs it, humming appreciatively at the sweet taste as her tits once more subtly swell and grow heavy with milk, her nipples beginning to slightly leak. "Aaand milk. I'll be honest I'm a bit surprised just how *prominent* this kink is for how people seem to pretend it doesn't exist..."
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Fireball!
"...the hell is this, some sort of booze? Very nonspecific in the description on the menu but whatever, bottoms up!"
Rose flicks the lid off the flask and takes a big ol drink of it, and as soon as she puts it down she starts to change... shrinking a bit and becoming scaly, her body changing to that of a kobold with glittery gold colored scales and, oddly enough, large wings.
She looks over to her mirror. While she's still stacked as ever, she's very noticeably shorter, primarily due to her new leg shape contributing a less height per leg length. Digitigrade, very fun, like walking in heels constantly except your legs are actually designed for that. She swings her tail a bit to get a feel for it, her wings doing a couple soft flaps. Her newly-non-mammalian mams do appear to have stuck around and the nipples stand out quite starkly from the surrounding scales, which are smaller and ore delicate across her front as compared to the thicker scales elsewhere. Her shaft has disappeared into something halfway between a genital slit and a proper sheath, but a bit of teasing gets it the now ridged and knotted length to come out to play... then she burps a bit and it comes out as fire, startling her because normally kobolds don't come with that.
"Okay one, pretty sure this is some kind of infringement. Two, who cares about that, Urds are pretty sweet. Three, since when do kobolds have proper draconic lineage? I don't recall doing that so clearly this is a feature from whatever source universe this transformation was based on and therefore I need to go do some research!"
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Mint Mix and Hot Heads
Rose looks directly into the livestream camera she set up specifically for this as the treats appear. With a bland monotone, as if she were commentating on the weather, she remarks "I hate this and I hate you."
With no further ado, she elects to eat the hot heads first and then wash out the flavor with the mint mix, but not before casting a quick spell to numb her mouth so she won't have to deal with a few minutes of simultaneous heat and cold hypersensitivity.
"Oh yeah, really appreciating this already..." within moments, her pants are showing a noticeable bulge, that permanent cursed shaft already starting to stir as the heat begins It's ever so slow eight hour rise to a similarly long eight hour peak.
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