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Waterfall Serenity by Sharon Brisken

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Dimethylcyclosiloxane Prices, Trend, Supply and Demand & Forecast | ChemAnalyst

Dimethylcyclosiloxane (DMC) Prices: During the Quarter Ending December 2023

North America

When contrasted and the past quarter, the market essentials of Dimethylcyclosiloxane in the USA exhibited a vertical cost direction following expansion in market exchanging basics and low-level item inventories among the critical assembling units. In Dec, the cost of Dimethylcyclosiloxane in the USA was seen to be 3130/ton Dandy USGC.

The expense support was given by vigorous spot market exchanges, higher creation costs, and an expansion in market exchange from the USA to other North American district. Merchants are by and by upheld utilizing homegrown stocks and developing interest. Because of additional strong offers, more tight stock for November 2023, and better purchasing interest, the Dandy USGC DMC cost expanded. Since it was challenging for downstream players to support edge, purchasing was essentially finished on the quick premise.

For the downstream market, there was an indication of interest improvement and sources were areas of strength for heard given brisken market from individual consideration and Silicone Elastomer market. With further developing DMC request in the homegrown market costs show a slight vertical direction.

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Asia Pacific area

In the Asia Pacific locale, the market exchanging basics stay negative in the effect of consistent decrease in the market pattern and low market offers from the purchaser's end. The stockpile of Silicone DMC in the district stays satisfactory with weak interest recuperation from the downstream ventures. Restricted costs support this month was ascribed by steady expansion in trades from China to India. Chinese providers had declined their citations in the desire to get their net revenue and income. In December 2023, the slump in the Silicone DMC market heightened, corresponding with a utilization slow time of year in the downstream area of DMC. Determined shortcoming in market request provoked a progressive expansion in on location offering action. The general exchange cost moved toward a lower range, prompting a steady restricting of the cost hole among high and depressed spots on the lookout. In the mean time, in the feedstock market, methanol costs showed a vertical pattern, however the absence of strong market exchanges harmed the basics of market exchanging.

Europe

The European DMC market saw a languid market buy with weakening exchanging essentials from the downstream endeavors. Higher creation costs and an expansion in market exchange from Germany to other European districts offered the expense help with sound spot market exchanges. Use of homegrown inventories and rising interest keep on offering help for merchants. The Coxcomb Hamburg DMC cost flooded, taking into account more tight supplies for Q4 2023 and further developed purchasing interest in the midst of an expansion in firm offers. Purchasing was mostly on a need premise, as downstream players found it challenging to keep up with edge. For the downstream market, there is an indication of interest improvement and sources were major areas of strength for heard about Nov 2023 viewpoint given brisken market from individual consideration and Silicone Elastomer market. With further developing DMC request in the homegrown market costs show a slight vertical direction. In Dec, the cost of Dimethylcyclosiloxane in Germany was seen to be USD 3230/ton Dandy Hamburg. Ware request serious areas of strength for stayed, after the October gain, makers started to fix their property. The product market has additionally improved, with purchasers being wary in their exchanges with providers.

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Stephen Brisken Ducati 900 SS Cafe Racer

Stephen Brisken Ducati 900 SS Cafe Racer

Stephen Brisken built one heck of a Ducati.

Lately, I’ve come across several custom motorcycles that have been all chromed out. This Ducati 900 SS Cafe Racer by Stephen Brisken is just one of them.

I profiled the Bandit9 Arthur cafe racer a while back. That machine is gorgeous, but I’m a sucker for a good Ducati build and Brisken nailed it here.

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Serene notes of ageless nordic simplicity. Featuring the Brisken bench by @nytibo. Styling by @pernille.vest. Photo by Mikkel Mortensen @yellowsstudio. #5STYLE (at Copenhagen, Dennmark) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTKvMuTsyHn/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Ensuite Bathroom

Summary: Sam is taking a shower. His mind wanders to where it has always been for a while now.

Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.

Words: 1400

Notes: Filthy smut to start out the year right.

Sometimes he sings in the shower, and, whenever he forgets how slippery the floor gets, he dances.

It is a bit of a cliché, having the ditzy kid sing in the shower, but there is no denying that it is the perfect place to let go for a few minutes amidst the heat and steam and solitude. There is no shame in it, really, but he is still glad the walls of their house are thick, and that his mother and brother rarely find reason to come by his door, and if they do, they always remember to knock. He has the largest bedroom in the house, which has an ensuite bathroom, and he takes full advantage of it.

He wonders why that is sometimes. Perhaps his mother feels guilty. Perhaps she feels lonely.

The drumming of water against the tile provides its own steady beat, and it is never difficult to match with the music perpetually spinning on his mind’s personal turntable. Sometimes it starts with humming a tune to a song he cannot get out of his head, then his shoulders roll, hips swivel, feet spin on the slippery floor as he belts out the chorus.

Sometimes he talks to himself. He works his way through difficult conversations he knows he will have to face, trying to anticipate Estella’s or Sebastian’s or Abigail’s responses, trying to store sentences in his mind that will not come out all wrong when it is time to say them.

He usually forgets his carefully thought-out quips in the moment, but this is the least he can do to try and keep his foot out of his mouth and the “really, have you fucked up again?” look off his friends’ face. Small talk is one thing. Real talk is another.

Sometimes, well… Sometimes, he just needs release. He is a young and overall healthy man, entirely single aside for some meaningless flings whenever they go play in Zuzu City. This is to be expected, right?

He cannot recall a time when he stepped into the shower with clear and conscient intent to get off, but he could not possibly count the number of times it has happened by now. There is just something about the way the hot water pounds steadily against his back, his chest, his shoulders, the slippery feel of soap suds making their way over his torso and down his legs.

Besides, he is a busy man. Between work, rehearsal, Solarion Chronicles and the bar, he is usually wiped by the time his head hits the pillow. This is just about the only time he is truly alone and awake enough to enjoy it. Besides, he has learnt from a young age that this is the cleanest way to do it, because he could never hope to hide laundry or dirty wipes from his mother.

Lately, though, ever since more or less when the old farm down the road reopened, the frequency of those activities increasingly encroached on his showering time, and he knows exactly why. The protagonist of his fantasies is never too far from his mind, anyway, and it does not take much to stir a feeling he is half ashamed of and half angry with himself for ever letting creep in to begin with, especially in moments like these.

This morning, as he lazily lathers his hair in the shower stall of his blessedly private bathroom and prepares for his day’s work, he is taken with the image of the farmer once again. Dark brown hair, tied up in a practical bun. Denim and boots during the day, sweaters and wool during the night. That serene and quiet demeanour that should unnerve, but that suits her, somehow. Those eyes, briskening with life and thought.

Once again, he is glad that he has the bathroom for himself. Though, he would not mind to share it, sometime. The idea now is stuck in the forefront of his mind. Of them sharing this shower, fingers sliding over slippery skin, kissing along a dewy wet jawline.

His hands still for a moment in his hair as his eyes close and he takes a deep, shaky breath.

Oh, Yoba damn it. Thirty seconds of thinking of her, which he should not be doing anyway, and he is hard as a rock. Could not this have waited at least until he had finished rinsing his hair?

He quickly rakes his fingers over his scalp as the water washes away the remaining shampoo. He imagines working the lather through long and loose hair, then skimming his fingers down the curve of her back, following the path of the soap suds as they wash away.

His cock twitches and he gasp aloud. Damn.

For the shortest of moments, the thought of the family that waits for him, with breakfast and understated conversation on the other side of this wall, keeps him from doing what his body is on its way to doing already. He sees the angry dismay of his brother, thinks of his father’s disappointment, the shame carried even beyond the bright blue ocean. This is not right, but he wants it, and it might as well be the only thing he can get.

So, they are quickly, thankfully, replaced by Estella’s warm smile, the thought of her steadfast support and friendship, her beautiful eyes and bubbly laugh. He wonders how she would feel if she knew, if she would still shoot him those to the friend who loves her far more and far differently than he should.

He looks down at his hand wrapping around his erection, watching himself as he starts an immediate and very, very familiar rhythm. His eyes slip shut again and he allows himself to imagine not his fingertips dragging along his own skin, but instead a tongue and soft lips, his hand threaded through her hair as her head bobs up and down. He grips the washcloth bar as a sub-par substitute, relying on his imagination to make up the difference.

It might be embarrassing to be heard belting songs in the shower, even more so to be discovered carrying on a very one-sided conversation while washing himself up. It is entirely different, however, to be caught in the act of coming all over the shower tile, especially by the person most likely to walk in on him right now. He takes caution to remain at least somewhat close to silent as he quickens his pace.

Biting his lip, he swallows back a groan. He grasps the washcloth bar tightly, knuckles white against the porcelain. By now, his mind sees the slope of a water-slickened spine, and he holds her bent hips in his hands as he plunges inside her imagined heat. Thrusting hard against his own hand, he mimics the motion of his hips as he sees it in his imagination, as he thinks, as he hopes, it must be like in real life to be with her this way.

His mouth falls open, water spilling inside his lips from the shower spray, and his breath comes in hurried, irregular gasps as he comes, hard.

He is still aware of his heart beating wildly in his chest when he opens his eyes and slackens his grip on the washcloth bar, and himself. He rinses his hands and any trace of what he has done from his body and the tile, and after a deep breath, he remembers the original purpose of this shower and reaches for the soap.

A few moments later, as he rinses the suds from his body, he begins to hum the tune of a melody that he is working on, the memory of her hand in his, her Friday night skirt swirling around her as she dances to the beat, and he sways his hips to the melody.

She will never be his, he knows it, but he has her friendship, and he loves her more deeply than any friend he has ever had. If he wishes he could kiss her, well, that will just have to stay a wish, because he can never, ever act on his feelings, and that is fine. Honestly, he considers himself to be very lucky to have what he has. 

In his mind, he hears her voice, sees her blue eyes shining up at him, and he smiles. It is more than enough.

It has to be.

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FIRST DIRECT DISTANCE MEASUREMENT TO MAGNETAR Astronomers using the National Science Foundation’s Very Long Baseline Array (VLBA) have made the first direct geometric measurement of the distance to a magnetar within our Milky Way Galaxy -- a measurement that could help determine if magnetars are the sources of the long-mysterious fast radio bursts (FRBs). Magnetars are a variety of neutron stars -- the superdense remains of massive stars that exploded as supernovae -- with extremely strong magnetic fields. A typical magnetar magnetic field is a trillion times stronger than the Earth’s magnetic field, making magnetars the most magnetic objects in the universe. They can emit strong bursts of X-rays and gamma rays, and recently have become a leading candidate for the sources of FRBs. A magnetar called XTE J1810-197, discovered in 2003, was the first of only six such objects found to emit radio pulses. It did so from 2003 to 2008, then ceased for a decade. In December of 2018, it resumed emitting bright radio pulses. A team of astronomers used the VLBA to regularly observe XTE J1810-197 from January to November of 2019, then again during March and April of 2020. By viewing the magnetar from opposite sides of the Earth’s orbit around the Sun, they were able to detect a slight shift in its apparent position with respect to background objects much more distant. This effect, called parallax, allows astronomers to use geometry to directly calculate the object’s distance. “This is the first parallax measurement for a magnetar, and shows that it is among the closest magnetars known -- at about 8,100 light-years -- making it a prime target for future study,” said Hao Ding, a graduate student at the Swinburne University of Technology in Australia. On April 28, a different magnetar, called SGR 1935+2154, emitted a brief radio burst that was the strongest ever recorded from within the Milky Way. While not as strong as FRBs coming from other galaxies, this burst suggested to astronomers that magnetars could generate FRBs. Fast radio bursts were first discovered in 2007. They are very energetic, and last at most a few milliseconds. Most have come from outside the Milky Way. Their origin remains unknown, but their characteristics have indicated that the extreme environment of a magnetar could generate them. “Having a precise distance to this magnetar means that we can accurately calculate the strength of the radio pulses coming from it. If it emits something similar to an FRB, we will know how strong that pulse is,” said Adam Deller, also of Swinburne University. “FRBs vary in their strength, so we would like to know if a magnetar pulse comes close or overlaps with the strength of known FRBs,” he added. “A key to answering this question will be to get more distances to magnetars, so we can expand our sample and obtain more data. The VLBA is the ideal tool for doing this,” said Walter Brisken, of the National Radio Astronomy Observatory. In addition, “We know that pulsars, such as the one in the famous Crab Nebula, emit ‘giant pulses,’ much stronger than their usual ones. Determining the distances to magnetars will help us understand this phenomenon, and learn if maybe FRBs are the most extreme example of giant pulses,” Ding said. The ultimate goal is to determine the exact mechanism that produces FRBs, the scientists said. TOP IMAGE....Artist's conception of a magnetar -- a superdense neutron star with an extremely strong magnetic field. In this illustration, the magnetar is emitting a burst of radiation. Credit: Sophia Dagnello, NRAO/AUI/NSF LOWER IMAGE....By observing an object from opposite sides of the Earth's orbit around the Sun, as illustrated in this artist's conception, astronomers were able to detect the slight shift in the object's apparent position with respect to much more distant background objects. This effect, called parallax, allows scientists then to use geometry to directly calculate the distance to the object -- in this case a magnetar within our own Milky Way galaxy. The illustration is not to scale. Credit: Sophia Dagnello, NRAO/AUI/NSF

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QUICK SILVER. Stephen Brisken’s Ducati 900 SS Cafe

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March 20, 2019 at 11:48AM QUICK SILVER. Stephen Brisken’s Ducati 900 SS Cafe https://www.itsabikerslife.com/2019/03/quick-silver-stephen-briskens-ducati.html

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Boss I Love To Hate by Mia Kayla Now Available!!!

My Amazon Review: https://www.amazon.com/review/R2G8D2NLG4RVG7/ref=pe_1098610_137716200_cm_rv_eml_rv0_rv

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Blurb:

Dear Mr. Brisken,

How do I hate you?

Let me count the ways.

I hate your smug, sexy millionaire face.

I hate your cocky, skirt chasing, playboy ways.

I hate working as your secretary—but, I love the pay. It almost makes dealing with you worth it.

I hate how my friends call you a BILF, when really BILK (Boss I’d like to kill) is more appropriate.

I hate that I need you to be my date for my best friend’s wedding because my ex-boyfriend, the King of Heartbreakers, and his new busty blonde girlfriend will be in attendance.

But mostly, I hate how once the charade is over, I might not hate you at all . . .it was so much easier when you were the Boss I Love To Hate

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Excerpt:

Carrie's stare ping-ponged between us, and then she pointed at him. “Aren’t you … aren’t you the BILF? You work with Sonia.” Her finger shook in front of his chest. “You are the BILF!”

I blanched, pale, pasty white, like the pasta I ate almost every other day.

She had not just said that out loud. My jaw locked, and I tipped my chin, indicating that she should stop talking. I would kill Ava for this.

“BILF?” Brad asked, confusion evident in his tone.

“Yeah BILF, like MILF.” She motioned between us. “When did this happen?” She turned to me with accusation in her eyes. “I thought you hated him. She calls you names behind your back just so you know. She has these weird drawings of you and even has a voodoo doll and this dartboard thing.” Carrie let out a little chuckle.

“I do not!” My neck, my face, and my ears felt impossibly hot.

To my utter shock, Brad played along, his face the epitome of amused. “Very interesting. Is that why I had numbness in my leg the other day?”

Carrie laughed, but I was far from entertained.

“Oh, look! I think Tim is calling you.” I turned her toward the front of the church and shoved her. “Go. We’ll be up there in a second.”

Early Reviews:

“One of the best office/enemies to lover books I’ve read.

Brad and Sonia were so cute! I loved their banter, I loved the way they were with their families. I loved everything about this book. Addictive, funny and so amazing!”

“Perfectly written, unique, wonderfulness. I will be rereading this over and over again. One of my top ten books ever! Mia Kayla knocked this one out of the park, she left me with more feelings than I knew what to do with. The ultimate book hangover ( I mean hangover like I couldn't get over it or stop thinking about it), nothing could compare. I had a really hard time reading anything else after this book because it was just that good!”

Author Bio

Mia Kayla is a New Adult/Contemporary Romance writer who lives in Illinois. She is the wife to the husband of the year and mommy to three unbelievable cute little girls who have multiplied her grey hairs.

In her free time she loves reading romance novels, jamming to boy bands, catching up on celebrity gossip and designing flowers for weddings.

Most of the time, she can be caught on the train with her nose in a book sporting a cheeky grin because the main characters finally get their happily-ever-after at the end.

She loves reading about happy endings but has more fun writing them.

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The Martial Arts ritual of “Breaking Bread”. 

Featured in this photo is Arnis - Eskrima Great Grand Master Crispulo Atillo, Jiu Jitsu Teacher Scott Mullen, Kung Fu / Silat Practitioner & Eskrimador Ken Brisken, along with Sifu / Magtutudlo Jacob A. Brinnand. 

I cannot stress enough the importance of brotherhood, sharing ideas,  camaraderie and having time to reflect with your fellow warriors. Ritualistically this is done through the tradition of breaking bread, or sharing a meal together. 

Every tradition of Martial Arts will focus on a way of sharing time with fellow warriors. Often times this is done when the Master will cook for ones students or gather his/her class together to eat at a restaurant. When this happen’s remember to be on your best behavior & pay your dues. 

Over a meal we all share insights with one another. Each person is given time to talk, and some of the most critical insights about a Martial Arts is shared. Yes, through the tradition of breaking bread some of the best conversations I have ever had were brought up and discussed. Why? Because we have a collective mind all woking and sharing thoughts together as a tribe, this is when things and concepts can take form, pay attention to that! 

Know this, as we get older we cannot practice for more than 3 or 4 hours of hard training. As our body heal we need time to relax, while this is happening we get our brain working (Mental Martial Arts). This is  done over a meal with your Brothers & Sisters present, where we share ideas about the hypothetical “Hunt”. 

When sitting down make sure to help pay and contribute in any way you can. Above all this is about trust, good character & friendship. So don’t ruin it by bringing an oversized ego. Be humble, share what you can and spent time with your beloved teacher, be thankful for these times, they dont last forever. Lastly, always go above and beyond and enjoy. 

Thank you for reading 

Best Regards, 

Magtutudlo (Teacher) Jacob A Brinnand. 

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Book Tour - Nanny I Want to Mate by Mia Kayla

Book Tour – Nanny I Want to Mate by Mia Kayla

… Title: Nanny I Want to Mate Series: The Brisken Billionaire Brothers #1 Author: Mia Kayla Genre: Single Dad Romance Release Date: December 10, 2020 … … Single dad.   Two words that force me out of bed every morning. Because two little girls depend on me. Because my family’s company depends on me.   As CEO, I have to show up, lead, be present. As Dad, there’s no room for error, not when it…

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#NewRelease Tour with #Giveaway

Title: Nanny I Want to Mate Series: The Brisken Billionaire Brothers Author: Mia Kayla Genre: Single Dad Romance

Single dad.

Two words that force me out of bed every morning. Because two little girls depend on me. Because my family’s company depends on me.

As CEO, I have to show up, lead, be present. As Dad, there’s no room for error, not when it comes to raising my girls.

I’m no longer the same man, just a shell of a person I once was, going through the motions every day. Not seeing, barely breathing.

Until Becky Summers, the new nanny.

She makes me see life in color when it was muted gray before. She brings a smile to my face when I swore I forgot how to. She makes me believe that there’s more to life than going through the motions.

Reasons why I shouldn’t date Becky: She’s my kids’ nanny. I’m her boss, and I shouldn’t cross that line. She has secrets she’s hiding.

Reasons why I should: Because … I think I’m falling in love with her.

Nanny I Want to Mate features a single dad raising two sassy little girls, a sweet nanny, two overprotective uncles, a ton of love and laughs and a happily-forever-after that will leave you smiling and sighing and swooning all in one sitting. No cheating. No Cliffhanger. Grab it today.

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This is a Mismatch in Heaven that you don’t want to miss.

✔︎ Neurotic finance hottie

✔︎ Feisty teacher who loves to salsa

✔︎ Meet cute gone wrong

✔︎ Unexpected jail time

Add in an adorable six year old that will steal your heart.

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✯Blurb✯

Dear V̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶H̶o̶t̶ Crazy Woman,

You didn’t have to call the cops on me.

I was just looking after my niece.

Okay… maybe I shouldn't have been spying on her date. But I know how teenage boys think and what they want.

Did it make you feel good scolding me in front of everyone for just being a good uncle?

B̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶m̶n̶,̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶s̶u̶r̶e̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶e̶d̶ ̶g̶o̶o̶d̶ ̶d̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̶t̶.̶

I’m almost positive you were cussing me out and if I understood a lick of Spanish, I’d have s̶h̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶a̶ ̶k̶i̶s̶s̶ told you exactly what I thought about your meddling, even if you are her teacher.

In fact, I’d like to schedule a d̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶d̶i̶n̶n̶e̶r̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶w̶i̶n̶e̶ parent teacher conference to discuss our differing views on raising the youth of today s̶o̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶a̶m̶e̶ ̶p̶a̶g̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶r̶e̶n̶—̶p̶r̶e̶f̶e̶r̶a̶b̶l̶y̶ ̶t̶o̶g̶e̶t̶h̶e̶r̶.̶

Y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶F̶u̶t̶u̶r̶e̶ ̶H̶u̶s̶b̶a̶n̶d̶

Mason Brisken

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Teacher I Want to Date Now Availav

Author: Mia Kayla

Release: February 13, 2020

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Goodreads: http://bit.ly/TeacherIWanttoDate

My Amazon Review: https://www.amazon.com/review/R2OFYNGDG8HPD1/ref=pe_1098610_137716200_cm_rv_eml_rv0_rv

Blurb:

Dear V̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶H̶o̶t̶ Crazy Woman,

 You didn’t have to call the cops on me.

I was just looking after my niece.

Okay… maybe I shouldn't have been spying on her date. But I know how teenage boys think and what they want.

Did it make you feel good scolding me in front of everyone for just being a good uncle?

B̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶m̶n̶,̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶s̶u̶r̶e̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶e̶d̶ ̶g̶o̶o̶d̶ ̶d̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̶t̶.̶

I’m almost positive you were cussing me out and if I understood a lick of Spanish, I’d have s̶h̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶a̶ ̶k̶i̶s̶s̶ told you exactly what I thought about your meddling, even if you are her teacher.

In fact, I’d like to schedule a d̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶d̶i̶n̶n̶e̶r̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶w̶i̶n̶e̶ parent teacher conference to discuss our differing views on raising the youth of today s̶o̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶a̶m̶e̶ ̶p̶a̶g̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶r̶e̶n̶—̶p̶r̶e̶f̶e̶r̶a̶b̶l̶y̶ ̶t̶o̶g̶e̶t̶h̶e̶r̶.̶

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Y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶F̶u̶t̶u̶r̶e̶ ̶H̶u̶s̶b̶a̶n̶d̶

Mason Brisken

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Mia Kayla is a New Adult/Contemporary Romance writer who lives in Illinois. She is the wife to the husband of the year and mommy to three unbelievable cute little girls who have multiplied her grey hairs.

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 Excerpt:

Mason

I watched Sarah’s friends for thirty minutes. Whatever Tall Guy’s name was, I didn’t care because I didn’t like him. He was into my niece. There was no doubt about it. It was in the way he sat opposite her, and when she talked to Macy or Caroline, he’d simply stare and smile and practically drool.

Stare all you want, Tall Boy. ’Cause that’s all you’re ever going to do.

Twenty minutes later, Sarah scooted out of her booth. So did Macy and Caroline.

But hell, so did Tall Guy and the other two guys with them.

So, I stood too.

Good detectives didn’t let their suspects out of sight.

Where are they heading?

My eyes followed them to the corner where it looked like there was another room. From where I sat, I could see pinball machines and a Pac-Man machine.

Game room. Okay, that is public enough.

When they entered the room, I adjusted my cap and walked to the corner, where I could spy through the glass window. Call me the new Spy Guy.

I rested against the doorframe and peered in. There were a slew of teenagers and little kids in there. I’d never been here before, so I hadn’t known a game room in a pizza joint was even a thing.

Macy, Sarah, and Tall Guy were in the far corner. Sarah was playing Pac-Man, and she jumped every time she passed a level. She killed it at this game. I should know. I was the one who had taught her how to play.

I froze when Tall Guy leaned in closer. His hip rested on the game, and whatever he’d said was making Sarah laugh. Again.

My fists clenched at my sides, and every muscle in my body tightened.

What the hell was he saying that was so damn hilarious that he could make the girl who hardly laughed at comedy shows laugh?

How the hell can she play when you’re basically in front of the screen, idiot?

Then, his hand grazed her hip. And shit, that was where Spy Guy’s Spidey senses kicked the fuck in.

I’m telling your dad, I practically singsonged in my head. It almost could be followed up by, Na-na-na-na boo-boo.

Immature, I knew, but this was what I was saying. No one, not even my family, ever listened to what I was saying.

I took out my phone and snapped a picture. Yes, I was going to tell Daddy because this shit needed to stop.

“What are you doing?” A sharp voice cut through the air.

And I turned around and was shocked at the beautiful, short brunette in front of me.

It didn’t take more than a nanosecond to see how this looked. I was tongue-tied, and my phone was out, pointed at the kids. This did not look good.

Little Miss Beautiful was so not happy to see me.

Me, on the other hand … I couldn’t stop staring at her.

 Chapter Four

Gabby

You only heard about these creeps on the news, or when you read about their latest victims. I’d never in my life seen one live in action. It was as if tiny spiders crawled over every inch of my body. And I’d never wanted to punch anyone in my life as badly as I did this man in front of me. Not even my ex-boyfriend.

“What are you doing?” I shouted. Because, hell yeah, everyone in this restaurant should hear what I was about to say.

I’d been watching this guy for the last forty-five minutes, staring at my students from across the room. When he’d started following them, I wasn’t having it.

He had his phone out and had taken a picture of my students. I wouldn’t let this get any further than that.

My nostrils flared, and my whole body flamed with fury. “I want to know why you are taking pictures of children.”

His eyes flickered to our surroundings and to the kids playing in the room. “It’s not what you think.” His brown eyes bulged, and he shook his head so hard that I was afraid he’d dislocate something.

Well-fitted jeans. A Cubs T-shirt that clung to his chest, showing casing his arms. And a Cubs hat. He looked alarmingly normal, good-looking even. But so had Ted Bundy and look at how many women he’d killed.

I popped out a hip. “It’s exactly what I think.”

Everyone’s attention was on us. The huge family at the far end of the room, the older couple in the corner, the group of teenagers just inside the game room.

“Give me your phone.” I held my hand out as my whole body tensed.

“I will not.” He jerked back, looking at me like I was the crazy one.

Gah! I wanted to punch his face and use my kickboxing skills so damn bad.

“Delete that picture.” My voice increased with mounting rage as I stared him down.

He grabbed my arm and leaned in, speaking in a low tone, “Lower your voice, and I’ll explain.”

I shrugged him off and reeled back. “Get your filthy hands off me.”

This had gone far enough. Even if he deleted the picture, these type of men were repeat offenders. He needed help or jail time.

“I’m calling the cops.”

“What? No!” He panicked, gripping my elbow with more force this time.

“Get off me, jerkface! Now, I’m going to charge you with battery.” My eyes blazed fire, and it took all my composure to stay put and not go postal. I reached for my phone in my purse and dialed.

“Nine-one-one,” the female operator answered.

“I’d like to report a crime,” I said shakily, my rage getting to me.

Crazy Guy’s eyes went wide. “Woman, what are you doing?”

“Yes, I’m at Jack’s Pizza Place at the mall. I witnessed this older male stalk these children, walk in, and follow them to a table where he could spy. He watched them for forty-five minutes before he followed them to the game room where he took a picture of the kids.”

Crazy Guy flinched as if my words had hurt him.

“Was there physical harm done to the children?” the operator asked.

I scrunched my face, and my voice lowered into the receiver. “Uh, no. But he took their picture.”

“Taking pictures is not against the law, ma’am. Are they your children?”

“No,” I spat out. This operator grated on my nerves. “They’re not. I’m their teacher, and for your information, I think you’re wrong.”

Crazy Guy clasped his hand over his head. “You’re their teacher.”

I ignored him. “Well, I want to press charges for assault then.”

“Assault?” He threw up both hands. “How the hell did I assault you?”

“You grabbed me despite my protests—twice.” I lifted my nose and shot him a look. “Assault.”