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Rolling the Dice: Short Story
A little luck. A little skill. But mostly flirting.
It's all in the dice.
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Tomlyn Baker’s a simple elf who enjoys simple pleasures. Like tonight in the tavern, having a good ale and sweeping everyone in cards…
Except he can’t help eyeing the infamous thief and assassin Atrea Silverleaf in the corner.
For once, it looks like she might be out for a good time. Wild.
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Even wilder–she’s eyeing him back.
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He shouldn't approach her, let alone gamble with her, but there's something in her aloof airs that might make the gamble worth it. Besides, a round of dice never hurt anyone. Why not indulge himself and challenge her, for once?
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It’s a wild night, after all. Anything can happen with a roll of the dice.
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In this short story prequel, set five years before Book 1 in the Thieving Hearts series, meet Tomlyn and Sylf (under the alias of Atrea) for the first time. In addition to the prequel, you’ll get the first full chapter of The Heist of Yaventown, available now!
Giving a Hand: Short Story
Wherein Sylf Dawnwood suffers consequences and one-ups Tomlyn anyway.
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After the events of The Heist of Yaventown, Sylf Dawnwood is looking to get back into her normal routine, taking a dangerous and lucrative jobs that no one else wants. The problem is that she still needs to have someone on her side.
And Tomlyn Baker, impulsive, dangerous, and alluring, is the first name of that very short list.
As Sylf and Tomlyn enter into a eerie grove on the outskirts of Yaventown with the hope of treasure, Sylf has to contend with her own desires for Tomlyn, a myriad of traps and tricks, and a dark presence hoping to make the world a little weirder.
Hopefully Tomlyn can give her a hand.
In this short story set between The Heist of Yaventown and The Plunder of Karst, see how our pair of rogues get into even more trouble (or fun!).
A Conspicuous Carnival Caper: Short Story
Wherein Sylf and Tomlyn are on a date, and Tomlyn wants to steal a record player.
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Sylf and Tomlyn are out on a date at the circus and learn of a new gnomish machine that plays music, without the use of magic. Enjor a short, fun, and sweet story with our two rogues as they hatch a plan to steal the device out of thin air.
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Enjoy this fun and sweet short story set in the Thieving Hearts timeline.
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Under the Stars: Short Story
Wherein Tomlyn gazes upon Ephraim in ways he thought he’d never see. ​
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Ephraim takes Tomlyn out on an impromptu date to do some stargazing. Tomlyn is surprised and unsure of how to handle only one horse, the vast expanse of the endless night sky, and, of course, a golden haired prince who he can't help but want.
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Enjoy this fun and spicy short story with our leading men falling for each other.
The Dragon's Horde: NSFW Art (18+)
From The Heist of Yaventown
As the tension in me begins to coil, every pump feeling better and better, I hear the clinking of coins. Then, one bounces onto my belly. Then another near my left breast. Another by my neck.
My gaze snaps up. Tomlyn is still in place, my foot still rests on one shoulder, the other between his thighs, my toes caught in the tangle of his stark white hair—when did I start doing that?
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Switching Roles: NSFW Art (18+)
From The Plunder of Karst
I look at the door that I locked. “Here?”
She crosses her arms, annoyed. “You were already planning on fucking me in here. Is there a difference?”
“Yes! A really big fucking difference! They’ll hear me—if I’m the Dom, why would I try to keep quiet?”
“Good. Let them.” She saunters up to me, and I’m rooted in place as she runs her hands up my chest and around my neck. She stands on her toes, her breath hot against my ear, “Let them all hear you commanding me. That you defer to no one.” I’m about to protest—this is crazy—but then her teeth nibble against my earlobe and in a breathy voice she says, “Please, Master?”
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Masquerade: NSFW Art (18+)
From Tryst in the Crown
Coincidences be damned, tonight this man is mine.
My back slams into a table but I’m too worked up to care, Ephraim’s mouth hot and wanting against mine. My leg curls around his instinctively, my hips grinding against his, pressing against the bulge in his trousers. His lips leave trailing, searing kisses down my jawline, my neck, eliciting a soft whimper from me.
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