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You know the saying: Earth Day is every day. Going Green is the way of the future. As our resources shrink, we must come up with new and clever ways to reach our goals for tomorrow.

In my erotic fantasy romance, Remedy Maker, conservation is a way of life. Here's a snippet to entice you to go solar:

 

 

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Screams of the terrified echoed through the corridors of Rhycious's mind. Shouts from warriors and cries of agony ebbed away, the pounding of his heart decreased.

 He gripped the rough-hewn table with both hands, forcing himself to concentrate on the picturesque view of the Boronda Forest beyond his kitchen window.

Bloody soldiers lay scattered in his reminiscence like the deadfall they were. He and his team of medics couldn't keep up with the gruesome injuries. Body parts flung high in trees, left to hang, picked clean by scavengers.

 Rhy shook his head and blew a hard breath. Night had fallen hours ago and no Wood Nymphs attacked his fellow herdsmen. No such war existed between races any longer.

He was safe. The horrific scenes were in his mind, exhumed by his traumatized memory.

Sweat dampened his forehead. Rhycious fought the flashback's wave with even, regulated breaths. Gritted teeth unclenched one facial muscle at a time, his back straightened with determination, vertebrae by vertebrae.

He didn't start the battle that had lasted two centuries, but the clashing races damn well made it his emotional baggage.

Rhycious relaxed the anchoring grasp of one hand and raised his wrist to see the time. The tremble in his arm caused the digital numbers to dance before his eyes. Pan, help me. The god who reigned over terror and panic must be having a good laugh on his account.

Rock music played from the boom box he'd rigged to a solar battery on the granite counter. Sliding notes of electric guitars drove home the time in which he lived.

Now days, turmoil imploded within the Centaur community, no outside sources required. Senior herd leaders remained prejudiced against Satyrs, Minotaurs, and other woodland races—Nymphs topping the list. 

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