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Excerpt A Beginning                                          Callum Truthstale brushed his hand through Weaver’s soft golden brown locks.  His lover’s hair wasn’t much darker than the wheat they now lay hidden within. Wheat that should’ve already been cut, but was still untouched, thankfully.  They needed the tall plants to hide themselves amongst.  Lowering his head, he captured a brief kiss.  As he lifted, he licked his lips, savoring the taste of the man. A man he shouldn’t want. “We don’t have much time left,” Weaver said, a frown twisting his handsome features.  “I fear my father’s growing suspicious of all my time spent...