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The Bookworm Box is proud to present Two More Days, our second anthology installment. Much like the first installment, Two More Days is an exciting and unique listening experience with contributions from several of our charity's featured authors. Each author was given the same first sentence. Where they took that sentence was completely up to them.

Dahlia Abernathy has only known revenge. When her parents were killed at an early age by vampires, Dahlia spent the rest of her life under the thumb of the Witch's Guild being trained to kill them. Her latest mission sends her undercover to a prestigious music academy in Venice, Italy. Her goal? To kill Professor Valtu Aminoff, her teacher and the notorious vampire who inspired Bram Stoker's Dracula. But getting close to a dangerous vampire like Professor Aminoff is one thing. Falling for him is another.

I've always been a freak in a mask. A cold-hearted psycho. Not fit for polite society. But not in her eyes. My stepsister, Shiloh, is everything I'm not. Kind. Sweet. Innocent. She took one look at me and saw someone worth saving. So, when she was assaulted and justice wasn't served, I took care of it. I became justice. That earned me eleven years in a psychiatric hospital. Everyone thought I'd be there for life. They were wrong. Now that I'm out, I want revenge. I'm going to destroy everyone who dared to hurt my girl while I was gone. But not before I'm taking what's mine, and that's Shiloh.

Phoenix Steele was supposed to be grateful. They told him he'd been given a second chance. But waking up from a coma to a life of restrictions feels more like a cage than a blessing. Once the fearless heir to the Steele legacy, Phoenix is now labeled unstable, volatile, and dangerous. Unwilling to accept his issues, Phoenix instantly clashes with his court-mandated therapist—the town's most eligible bachelorette.

Is it her destiny to love him? Or is it her destiny to die? Valtu Aminoff is no stranger to tragedy. Though many know him as the enigmatic vampire that inspired Bram Stoker's Dracula, Valtu's complex life is far more horrific than any fiction could imagine. When you lose the love of your life over and over again, it can do more than break your heart—it can corrupt your soul. It's up to his new lover to decide if Valtu's damaged soul is even worth saving. But destiny isn't done with Valtu yet. And tragedy is always around the corner.

I'm not a worldly woman. I'm not cultured, well-traveled, or well educated. I'm just a housewife. A mother. I'm the woman with the handsome husband, beautiful daughter, the large house. If you saw it from the outside, you'd probably think I have the perfect life. You would most definitely be wrong. But I don't blame you. We all see what we want to see, turning a blind eye to what others want to stay hidden. Especially when it comes to love. They say love is blind. But I'm more apt to say it's wretched. Love is what made me stay. But love is also what saved me.

When a midnight call takes me to a mysterious house in a deep, dark wood, I find a forbidden secret behind a closed door that could be the key to unlocking my darkest desires. But the imposing, intense, handsome triplets there have bigger plans for me and an even bigger secret. When I uncover their room of pleasure and punishment, I want to give myself over to experiences I’ve only ever imagined.

The good girl falls for the bad boy. Can we name a bigger, or better cliché? Despite my ideas about the deep misogyny associated with this particular one, I've somehow found myself in the middle of it. Except, I'm not the good girl. I'm exceptional at playing that role. But I'm not. My secrets make sure of that. And he's not a boy. He's a man. Older than me by decades. An outlaw. A villain. A member of one of the most notorious MCs in the country. The Sons of Templar.

I've always lived by one major rule, don't fall for your best friend, and this is one rule I can't break. I'm supposed to write an article about a topic so scandalous, I can't even say it. Starts with B, followed by DSM. I know nothing about the lifestyle, so I'm committed to learning the ropes—pun intended. When my best guy friend offers his help, I happily accept. Paxton Atwood might be ridiculously handsome, but we're platonic and there will be rules to follow. #1 No kissing. #2 Keep our undies on. #3 No actual boinking!

I wasn't born a serial killer. The horror of my past made me what I am today. But I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Because only one thing gives me respite from my panic attacks. Murder. I used to have a broody protector that kept my demons at bay. His darkness rivaled my own, and he was my everything. Tragedy tore us apart when we were eighteen. And since then, he's stayed away. Not too far, though.

Hot sex, naturally? Sex truly becomes great when our nerves, blood vessels, and hormones operate in synchrony. Luckily, modern research has shown that diet affects this trifecta, and having a great sex life might just be as easy as preparing the right dinner. In Diet for Great Sex, author Christine DeLozier explains how the foods we eat can balance hormones, increase blood flow, and strengthen nerve conduction to and from the genitals. When our bodies are well-nourished, desire comes naturally, pleasure comes naturally, and orgasm is effortless.

It's supposed to be a summer fling until my heart gets involved. When my absent father drops into my life and invites me to stay, my planned summer of fun becomes a vacation of discovery. I go from being an orphan to having a family, including four huge stepbrothers. Anderson, Jefferson, Carson, and Brayson are my dad's best players and rivals to my university football team. Tall and broad with bulging muscles and sexy tattoos, it's all I can do to keep my cool. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I'm burning up the moment I arrive. Give me temptation, and I'm all over it like a rash.

After a painful breakup with my cheating ex, I'm ready to flirt with someone who gives me tingles in all the right places. For the first time in months, I'm going to have some fun, no strings attached. Leave it to me to go from a hot fling to profound heartbreak in one night.

Eleanor Enger met someone special and thought they might have a chance at being more than friends of friends, but then Carmen McClain showed up to a weekend away with those friends with a date attached to her hip, and Ellie knew she’d lost her shot. When her little brother is kicked out of their parents’ house, Eleanor finds herself acting as parent and sorting through his problems while trying to deal with her own.

There are three things Kori knows for sure about her life: One: Her army general dad is insanely overprotective. Two: The guy he sent to watch her, Cade, is way too good-looking. Three: Everything she knew was a lie. Now there are three things Kori never knew about her life: One: There's a device that allows her to jump dimensions. Two: Cade's got a lethal secret. Three: Someone wants her dead.

I was really an idiot. How I didn't see the signs is beyond me . . . but yet, here I sit, holding the diamond ring I tried to place on my girlfriend's finger. Hopefully the whiskey will do its trick and help me forget the last three years ever happened. I'm such an idiot. Really, I am. I thought my boyfriend was going to propose tonight. Instead, I'm sitting here chugging vodka cranberries like they're water. I just want to forget the last couple years ever happened.

Some days I can almost see the person I used to be. See the version of myself that felt joy, even passion. But she's gone . . . just out of reach. Life moves on for everyone else, though, and as my best friend's maid-of-honor, I have a bachelorette party to plan—in Jamaica, no less. And that means working side by side with the best man: Benjamin Black.

This is the Holiday Series Finale: a collection of six short stories about each featured couple in the Holiday Series. The events take place after each story's respective epilogue.

Scarlet Campbell’s friends had all coupled off, and it had happened this year. All five of them had found love while Scarlet had continued to go back and forth about coming out to her family, and on top of that, she still couldn’t talk to women. Every time she tried, she choked. She got nervous. She said something stupid. As a result, she was still a single nerd who worked as a data analyst and did coding on the side.

She survived the deadliest serial killer of her generation. Or so everyone thought. No one knew how many pieces of her he took to the grave with him. She hid her scars, her nightmares. She hid everything until she couldn't. Then she ran. But Colby followed her. He'd follow her to the ends of the earth. To hell and back. Sariah knew he would. Because Colby had already wrenched her out of hell once. Because Colby loved her. Only Colby loved the girl she was before. The carefree girl she used to be. She had to show Colby that girl was gone. By any means necessary.