Broken Things | A Short Story

He worshiped her.

Most days, it seemed like she almost hated him but he didn’t care. He was addicted to the smell of her, the taste, the texture of her skin.

Other than delivery people, she was the only person he ever saw or interacted with. It had been that way for almost two years.

Every time she appeared on his porch, he knew what she wanted and he wanted to give it to her. Like a junkie, he didn’t say no because he didn’t have the strength of will.

The shakes were too bad the moment she was within touching distance. He needed his fix of human contact, just for a little while.

Each visit, she brushed past him without a word, walked to his bedroom, and took off her clothes. Reclining on his bed, she waited for him to crawl between her legs and deliver as much pleasure with his mouth as she could physically stand to receive.

He never undressed. They never had sex. They didn’t talk.

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Curiosity | A Short Story

She stood with her feet in the sand, watching the tide to go out.

A moment of peace. Enjoying the breeze on her face and the sunshine beating down.

Any minute now, that peace would be shattered and she was trying not to brace for it. She heard once that if you’re about to be in an accident, relax.

She took several deep breaths in, let them out, closed her eyes, and soaked up the sun, the breeze, the smell of the water.

Behind her, a man’s voice said, “Miss. Miss, I’m going to ask you to please drop your weapon. Will you do that for me?”

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Windmills | A Short Story

She liked to watch the windmills. Sometimes, she’d climb out on the roof of her house and watch them as the sun rose or set for the day.

It was peaceful, calming.

She was jealous of the wind. It could go anywhere it wanted. See the cities and the wild places. Blow past people she’d never meet and carry scents she’d never smell.

The windmills went up when she was a very little girl. The year her mother brought home her baby brother. They were like alien technology on the flat land they lived on. Jutting up into the sky with sharp edges and constant movement.

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Free Romance Stories from Shayne McClendon

As an author, I’m incredibly prolific. That’s not a theory, that’s a fact.

I have many free romance stories (and some that will twist your head around as anti-romance) here on the website. I hope you’ll check them out.

At the time of this writing, I currently have 25 books available on Amazon as Shayne McClendon. Country romances, dramatic romances, sports romances, and so much more.

I’m most well-known for my Barter System series but I’d like you to check out all the other stories I’ve written, too.

Two of my favorites are Completely Wrecked and The Hermit. They don’t have the sexual content of some of my work but the stories…they get you right in the feels.

This year, I’m doing things a little bit differently.

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