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		<title>Puzzle</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kevin turned over in bed and, as unwelcome semi consciousness forced itself upon him, he became aware of the soft, feminine warmth of the deliciously naked body lying with its back to him. His hand began to explore the exciting curve of the hip on which it had come to rest. The woman sighed softly, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=afss.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8349492&amp;post=69&amp;subd=afss&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Knock On My Door</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was little about the situation that was especially remarkable and Chloe had largely ignored it at the time. Later, though, by early evening, a nagging little voice in her head wondered casually if that had been entirely wise. The man, in so far as she had taken much notice of him, had been quite [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=afss.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8349492&amp;post=167&amp;subd=afss&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Later, she would be astounded at the events that followed, but for the moment Cathy was more surprised at her own attitude to the man’s words, rather than what he had said. After all, they had only just met. Well, at least it couldn’t be much more than half an hour or so ago since [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=afss.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8349492&amp;post=155&amp;subd=afss&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wrapped in a blanket because the meagre heat from the electric fire barely managed to take the chill off the room, Angela stared out of the window. She was getting worried. The snow had started to fall much more heavily again, although the strong winds that had piled it up earlier in the day had [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=afss.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8349492&amp;post=127&amp;subd=afss&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Marianne</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 12:12:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The indigo sky of the horizon darkened to black overhead where faint wispy traces of high, shadowy clouds finally dispersed and the emerald and diamond stars began to appear. The majestic, flaming beauty of the sunset was suddenly just a memory and Marianne&#8217;s pulse quickened a little in spite of the best efforts of the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=afss.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8349492&amp;post=120&amp;subd=afss&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Perchance to Dream</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 12:10:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jake opened his eyes and, as sleep-blurred vision reluctantly focussed, he stared up at the clouds in the night sky. There was something odd about the scene that his normally sharp brain refused to register. Raising himself up on both elbows, he shivered and was a little irritated as he realised how chilly the balmy [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=afss.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8349492&amp;post=117&amp;subd=afss&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Enchantress of Hadd</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 12:08:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In a distant time that was long before time itself as we know it, the most powerful nation on Earth was the rich and fertile land of Hadd. In fact, that great kingdom was renowned for many things, not least for the amazing beauty of its women &#8211; and there was one woman who was [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=afss.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8349492&amp;post=115&amp;subd=afss&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Shall I Compare Thee?</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Shall I compare thee to a summer&#8217;s day? Ah, my darling; I suppose I really could. Your eyes certainly turn very wet at a moment&#8217;s notice, whenever you feel the need to deceive me. You float through each day like a sensuous, flirty, summer breeze busying itself with its own activities and hinting at sultry, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=afss.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8349492&amp;post=109&amp;subd=afss&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sharon&#8217;s heart fluttered. &#8220;Damn!&#8221; she muttered to herself, with much annoyance. &#8220;Get a grip, woman &#8211; you&#8217;re twenty four, not fourteen.&#8221; She had promised herself she would not get all excited and girlish the next time she met Tony. Unsurprisingly, just as she had secretly expected she would, she was failing miserably to keep that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=afss.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8349492&amp;post=105&amp;subd=afss&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Full Stop</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 14:35:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;Well that doesn&#8217;t work either,&#8217; Bob growled, morosely. &#8216;Damn,&#8217; his pretty companion agreed, in a similarly disagreeable tone. &#8216;Well. That&#8217;s it. We&#8217;ve come to a full stop.&#8217; Bob had been ready to be defeated from the start and was secretly quite glad to have been proved right about the futility of the exercise. &#8216;What did [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=afss.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8349492&amp;post=99&amp;subd=afss&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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