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Tolerance isn't just the name of a small city in Georgia. It's a way of life…

Jax and Abram are twins, each other's life rafts in life. Through their parent's death, foster homes, and the streets, they've clung to one another. Now they're wondering if there's something more.Burke's known the twins for years. Wanted them just as long. When they stay after closing one night, dancing, twining, whispering words he can't hear… He's ready to push things a littler further.

Except the boys have something else in mind when they draw him into their relationship.

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It's their secret. Tiny in the grand scheme of things, really. Hidden from view, shared between them and only theirs to share.

We're tolerant of just about everything here. With a town name like Tolerance, we sorta have to be. So, watching Jax and Abram swaying on the dance floor, pressed together from chest to knees, groins rubbing and touching. I suppose it's the worst kept secret in the town.

Best kept secret is how much I want to watch.

But I don't. I keep wiping down the bar, stained rag soaking up remnants of spilled drinks and splashed juice before I scrub the wood and then dry it off. Same shit, different night.

Except it's Saturday and that's when the twins come out to play, have a good time before starting the grind all over again.

They have some kinda artsy shop downtown, selling everything from silly green flamingos to abstracts and realist portraits. Jax has an eye for those kinds of things, things tourists and collectors go gaga over. Abram handles the back office, a quiet man who barely utters a peep. Jax does enough talking for both of 'em.

Of course, I can think of plenty of ways to shut the lithe man up. All of 'em have to do with giving him something to suck on.

With a shake of my head, I push the image from my mind. They've got a good, if odd, thing going between 'em. No need to pretend or even fantasize about getting between the boys.

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Arria moves through life, a fierce predator slithering amongst the prey. Or is she? Even the fiercest hunter can become the hunted. The pursued. The captured. The killed. But what if she wants to be snared?

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Okay, we always hear about 69 and the whole give as you get sort of thing.  But what if sometimes… you just want to receive.

From sex101.com, I give you 68 baybee!

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Phoebe's a Salamander with a problem.  Fire is her element, her very best friend and the core of her nature.  But she can't control it worth a darn.  One decent temper tantrum and poof! fire galore.  Good thing she lives in the desert with nary a tree in sight. Well, there are a few bushes and such. And her house.  And a few cacti… sorta. At least until she'd gotten mad over getting stuck by one of the darned things…

Brant lives by fire and dies by fire.  Literally.  As Fire Chief, it's his job to stamp out fires in Winthrop, making sure residents of the small town in the back woods of Arizona don't have to worry about fire taking their businesses and homes.  As a phoenix, he has the ability to sense fires the moment they start.  It's a handy talent that keeps the residents safe.  Except for his girlfriend who seems to be able to blow up just about everything, including the stove.
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Brant's girlfriend was going to be the death of him. Again. Oh, she hadn't meant to blow him up that one time before… But it'd happened, and he'd had to pretend to go on some "vacation" while he spent a day or two rising from the ashes. Folklore was not entirely accurate in that respect. Sure, phoenixes came back from the dead…eventually.

Right now, he was feeling that telltale ache in his gut, letting him know that a fire was eminent. Something he'd been able to do since he was knee-high to his grandpa. Some three hundred years now.

Long ago he'd broken from tradition and decided to live alone, working fires and saving lives with his ability, living as a human and searching for his fire mate at every turn. By now, he'd figured that a mate wasn't in the cards for him, and he'd found himself a gal that made his heart nearly stop every time he saw her.

Half the time it stopped from her beauty both inside and out. The other half of the time his heart nearly disintegrated was because something else around her old ranch house had caught fire or blown up while she stood inches—sometimes less—from the flames. She was unlucky as all get out in some respects, and the luckiest woman alive in others.

Thank fire.

Brant took a break from his paperwork, endless paperwork since he'd become the chief and fire investigator for the town, and stepped outside. The wind whipped around him, caressing his face, warming and cooling him at the same time, calling to his bird. His back tingled, wings fluttering beneath the surface, and he ached to take flight, searching for the fire. Then again, he knew exactly where it would be. He could feel a pull toward the north and west of the station. Open fields of dirt, rock and brush, as well as Phoebe's place, laid out that way. He didn't think the brush spontaneously combusted, which meant his Phoebe had gotten into trouble. Again.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, tugging on the long ends. He needed a haircut, needed to tidy up, but after he made sure his girlfriend survived this newest round of Phoebe versus catastrophe.

Brant ambled toward his truck, noting how the house's badge, along with the big black words that proclaimed him chief and investigator, contrasted with the four-by-four's pristine white paint.

Brant's right-hand man, Damon, was lounging on the picnic table, reading a book and seeming to enjoy the cool weather. "She at it again, Chief?"

Dang, he hadn't realized he was that predictable. "It seems so."

"Gut got you headed out that way, or is your dick doing the talking?" Damon cackled, his laugh carrying through the yard.

Yeah, predictable. "Gut this time, ya jealous bastard." He smiled good-naturedly. He hated talking about Phoebe like that, but boys would be boys and he didn't want to alienate his crew. They depended on each other when they went into fires and harmony was essential. "I think she's busted something else, and knowing her, she's mad as a hornet."

"And mad sex is the best sex…"

Brant scooped up a rock from the ground and tossed it Damon's way, making sure to miss the idiot. "Shut it, fucker."

Damon dashed out of the way, laughing, a smile on his face. "Just fuckin' with ya man. Just fuckin' with ya. Tell Phoebe I said hi."

With that, Damon returned to his book and Brant continued his trek toward the truck, Phoebe on his mind. The woman just had the worst luck in the world, but at least it let him come to her rescue pretty often. And any time spent with her ultimately led to time in her bed. He just wished her heart would follow through.

Damn, but he loved that woman. If only…

Thoughts of fire mates and the penalty of mating with non-firekin occupied his thoughts while he backed out of the station's parking lot. Part of him thought Phoebe might just be worth mortality.

With her pale brown skin that seemed to glow in moonlight and reminded him brown sugar, her shoulder length dark brown hair that he loved to run his fingers through regardless of her screams, and her ass that he liked to squeeze and grasp whenever he could… Yeah, she was worth dying for. Permanently.

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