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Over a photograph of a spirit board and planchette, zoomed in close enough that you can only see part of both, text reads, “When they’ve finally decided to try, but he wakes up alone.” Then an excerpt is shared: His whole world smelled like Lilith as he slowly regained awareness. They’d fallen asleep together as they’d talked about everything and nothing—mid-sentence. And the unfinished thought tickled at the back of his mind, but there’d be no recovering it now. He’d have to get over it. He stretched his long limbs, reaching for his love, but he came up empty. Sitting up abruptly, he scanned the room. She was nowhere. Cartoon art of Alastor and Lilith wiggle on either side of an eReader all loaded up with their novella (cover art by Meowlayn).
Over a background of Lilith and Alastor from the cover of their novella, text reads, “When She’s His Everything.” Then an excerpt is shared. “You had my back out there,” Lilith said as she took her braids down from their bun. One brushed his cheek as it fell, and he failed to stop the hitching of his breath. “Thank you.” She cupped his cheek in her hand, and he longed to see her dark brown skin against his green. “You also put yourself at risk because you were too busy watching me.” “I don’t regret it,” Alastor said, turning into her palm and brushing it with his lips. She gave him a half-hearted slap in return, and his desire bubbled up in a groan.