- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- My times are pretty erratic, but I try to avoid being on EST 11pm-9am.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern, Historical Romance.
Max stepped into the nightclub, somehow certain what was going to happen this night. He always knew when he was going to run into her, somehow. Sure enough, there she was, sitting at a table in the corner. She didn't look in a partying mood, so what had brought her to Luxe, he was not certain. Didn't matter, though. He'd been a warrior of God. He wasn't about to fight the big man's plans, and if this wasn't the work of God, he wasn't sure what was.
He slid into the table across from her. "Good to see you again, Agent Hayes." The last time they'd spoken had been only two weeks ago, when she'd tracked him down to a hardware store to make suspicious eyes at his purchase of a basic toolset. He hadn't been on a job, and she still had no evidence, but he couldn't hold her diligence against her. "What brings you here today?"
He slid into the table across from her. "Good to see you again, Agent Hayes." The last time they'd spoken had been only two weeks ago, when she'd tracked him down to a hardware store to make suspicious eyes at his purchase of a basic toolset. He hadn't been on a job, and she still had no evidence, but he couldn't hold her diligence against her. "What brings you here today?"