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Have you ever been curious how a writers mind works?
The Bookworm Box is proud to present One More Step, an exciting an unique reading experience. 
Each of the twenty-six authors featured in this anthology were given the same first sentence. 
Where they took that first sentence was completely up to them. 
Each story is different.  No Story is related.

The only thing these stories have in common is their starting point.
Each author showcased in this anthology was featured in The Bookworm Box charity during 2019.
Each author has graciously donated their story so that 100% of profits from this anthology will be going to all the various charities The Bookworm Box is able to support because of you, the readers.
Get this: You can even purchase the book WITH all the authors autographed bookplates (there is a very limited quantity of bookplates). 
Of course, you can also purchase the book without autographed bookplates. 

Purchase below: 

Paperback: https://www.thebookwormboxshop.com/
eBook: https://tinyurl.com/y85vv8mn
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My short is written as a short story, and it's a character only referenced in my Crew Series. 
She's never been given a name until ONE MORE STEP! 
If you enjoyed Kess, you may enjoy the Crew Series, The Boy I Grew Up With, and Rich Prick. 
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One step. 
He was right in front of me, close enough I could touch him. 
Heat rose in me. 
I was aching to touch him, and he was right there. 
Another step. 
His head folded down. His forehead rested to mine, and I reached out.
My hands touched his stomach. 

He was so strong, tight.
There was no softness there, and both our chests rose at the same time. 

I slid my hand up, pushing up his shirt, feeling the texture and contour of his muscles until I paused, right over his heart. It was speeding, just like mine, and biting down on my lip, I kept moving.
His shirt was ripped off, and he reached for me, his hand curling around my waist at the same time his head dipped. 


His mouth found mine—and ooooh! 
I was gone.
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