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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Saturday, September 21st, 2013 – Jake Duncan – Paris, Texas

I was sitting in my cell, trying to sleep on the hard mattress while cursing my bad luck. Fucking broken taillight. You couldn’t have one of those, not when you were a two striker carrying a half-a-ton of weed in your trunk. The moment the cop pulled up my record, he found some BS excuse to search my car.
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For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

Click here for The Goddess of Paris Interlude, Chapter 4.

Tuesday, September 17th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

It was nearing midnight and I was still horny.
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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

Click here for Chapter 3.

Friday, September 20th, 2013 – Astarte – Paris, Texas

“We shall find such worship there,” I told my handsome guard as we stood in the vestibule of the tattoo parlor, my host’s body adorned with the star tattoos and the nipple piercings.
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For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

Click here for Chapter 2.

Friday, September 20th, 2013 – Rex Irvine – Paris, Texas

“Fuck, Rex, another beaut,” grinned bucktooth Hal as he looked at the black mamba I just tattooed coiled around his skinny arm. He was a greasy piece of shit, but his credit card always cleared, and he was in here every few weeks getting another tat to add to his collection.
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