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" Did you wish upon a star and take the time to try to make your wish come true?
Did you try to paint the sunrise and find the gift of life within?
Did you write a song just for the joy of it?
Or write a poem just to feel the pain?
Did you find a reason to ignore the petty injustices, the spoken barbs, or the envies, jealousies and greed that crossed your path?
Did you wake up this morning and whisper inside, “Today, I’ll find every reason to smile, and ignore the excuses to frown.”
Today will be the day I’ll whisper nothing snide, I’ll say nothing cruel. I’ll be kind to my enemy, I’ll embrace my friends, and for this
one day, I’ll forget the slights of the past.
Today will be the day I’ll live for the joy of it, laugh for the fun of it, and today, I’ll love whether it’s returned, forsaken, or simply
ignored.
And if you did, then your heart has joined the others who have as well, uniting, strengthening, and in a single heartbeat you’ve created
a world of hope. "
― Lora Leigh , Lawe's Justice (Breeds, #18; Feline Breeds, #15)
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" If you want me, come fight me," she suggested with a laugh. "I dare you."
Every Coyote there perked up.
"A thousand on the girl," the leader murmured.
"Shut the fuck up, Dog," Malcolm raged furiously.
"I got your thousand on the prick there. He has muscle where she doesn't." Loki took the bet before turning to the other two. "Mutt, Mongrel? You two in?"
"Thousand on the girl." Gray Eyes took him up on it.
"Thousand on the prick." The last one accepted the bet.
Malcolm was shaking with fury.
Diane smiled in anticipation.
"Knives or fists?" she asked, knowing his strengths as well as his weaknesses.
"You fucking whore," he snarled.
"Take the challenge or walk away," Dog snapped. "We won't take her without the fight."
God love a Coyote's heart and his love of a good challenge or a good bet.
"I win, we walk away," she demanded as she kept her eyes on Malcolm.
Dog's smile was clearly anticipatory, but he nodded easily. "Whip his ass and you walk. He whips yours--you run. How's that?"
Diane gave a sharp, firm nod as she smiled at Malcolm. "It's a bet. "
― Lora Leigh , Lawe's Justice (Breeds, #18; Feline Breeds, #15)
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" I told you not to get wounded," she point out calmly.
"You did," he agreed with a slow, thoughtful nod. "And, I tried very hard to please you, mate, but that Vanderale brat seemed to think his own hide was more important than mine and used me for a shield."
Oh, now this was just wrong. He was blatantly lying to her. Blatantly, playfully. Almost flirtatiously lying to her. She had already heard the details when he was first brought in, but she turned to Jonas and Dane where they stood behind her anyway.
Both men were glaring at her mate.
Her brow arched inquisitively. "Vanderale brat?" she asked Dane curiously.
He grunted at the insult. "Next time, I'll throw him to the damned Coyotes."
"Looks like he's going to live, anyway," Jonas drawled as he watched Lawe broodingly. "You acted like you actually missed having bullets whine past your head."
Lawe grinned.
The sight of that smile did something to her. It melted her insides. Like butter on a hot summer day she could feel emotion just oozing through her, over-taking her, seeping into all the little hidden, previously locked areas of her soul to fill her with a sense of rich, sudden life.
"And I believe that's our cue to leave," Dane murmured.
"Damned Breed sense of smell. "
― Lora Leigh , Lawe's Justice (Breeds, #18; Feline Breeds, #15)
