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Discover all of the podcasts in our network, search for specific episodes, get the Optimal Living Daily workbook, and learn more at: OLDPodcast.com. Episode 3043: Dr. Timothy Loving takes a closer look at research on cohabitation and argues that the data are more nuanced than they first appear. By examining the role of relationship length, children, and other important factors, he suggests that living together is not inherently harmful and that intentional commitment may matter more than cohabitation itself. Read along with the original article(s) here: https://www.luvze.com/twos-company-but-is-it-necessarily-bad-company/ Quotes to ponder: “If you're asking because you're worried about compatibility issues, then you might want to hold off.” “Put another way, couples that live together engage in more negative communication tactics slightly more than do those that do not live together.” “Why do we care about analyses with control variables that account for other factors? Well, because relationships are complex, a lot of factors (all working together) influence any particular outcome.” Episode references: Sliding vs. Deciding Blog: https://www.slidingvsdeciding.com/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It's Friday, so you know what that means — Shoot Around is back. Robert Horry, Rob Jenner, and B-Dog run through everything that didn't make Tuesday's show, and this week that list is pretty loaded.   First up: the NBA's new 3-2-1 draft lottery. Quentin asked about it, and fair enough — they never got to it on the main show. Rob breaks down how it works (the lottery expands from 14 to 16 teams, and the three worst records in the league actually get their odds PULLED back), and Robert gives his honest reaction: he doesn't hate it, but he's not ready to fully buy in until he sees it play out. The Indiana Pacers situation this year is a perfect example of why this stuff gets complicated fast.   Then things get heavier. Brendon Sorsby — the Texas Tech quarterback who bet on his own games at Indiana — caught a two-game suspension and a $5 million deal. The guys go deep on what kind of message that sends across every roster in college football. Not just to stars, but to walk-ons and scholarship guys who know everything about their team and are getting nothing out of NIL. It's a messy situation and Robert and Rob don't hold back.   After that, a palate cleanser: Tom Brady launched a new coconut water brand, and the name is... Good Nut. B-Dog's face said it all. If you're listening and not watching, do yourself a favor and pull up the YouTube just for that reaction.   A listener question for Robert — what's the most unfortunate thing that ever happened to you in a game? The José Canseco ball-off-the-head moment from Joe Adell inspired this one. Robert's answer might surprise you. (Spoiler: his shorts have a starring role.)   And to close it out, the blanket fort world record. A Nevada high school student built a 14,000+ square foot fort in Las Vegas, which somehow leads to a full childhood memory throwback session. Sliding down hills on cardboard, building clubhouses in the woods, and getting evicted from your own blanket fort by your grandfather. All of it.   Topics covered this week: NBA 3-2-1 draft lottery breakdown — what changed and why Tanking debate: injuries, bad teams, and what actually counts as tanking Brendon Sorsby, $5M deals, and a two-game slap on the wrist Gambling in college sports — the double-edged sword nobody wants to admit Walk-ons, NIL gaps, and insider info as a ticking time bomb Tom Brady's coconut water brand, "Good Nut" B-Dog's priceless reaction and the best disapproving head shake on YouTube Robert Horry's most unfortunate moment on the court (and on TV) Blanket fort world record and childhood memory lane   Subscribe so you never miss a Shoot Around or a Tuesday episode of the Big Shot Bob Podcast. Drop your questions and topics in the comments — you might end up on the show like Quentin did.   #BigShotBob #ShootAround #RobertHorry #NBADraftLottery #NBALottery #Tanking #BrandonShoresby #CollegeFootball #NCAAScandal #NIL #GamblingInSports #TomBrady #GoodNut #CoconutWater #BlanketFort #NBANews #CollegeSports #PodcastClips #SportsTalk #HoopsConversation   00:00 — Intro / What Is Shoot Around 00:30 — NBA 3-2-1 Draft Lottery Explained 02:00 — Is This Actually Going to Stop Tanking? 03:30 — Injuries, the Pacers, and Tanking Loopholes 04:30 — How Do You Really Stop Tanking? Hit the Pocket 05:00 — Robert's Dogs Storm and Seven Make an Appearance 05:30 — Brandon Shoresby: $5M and a Two-Game Suspension 07:00 — NCAA Is Cooked — Schools Boycotting Texas Tech 08:00 — Gambling Is Everywhere Now — the Double-Edged Sword 09:00 — Walk-Ons, NIL Gaps, and Insider Betting Risk 11:00 — Tom Brady Launches "Good Nut" Coconut Water 12:30 — B-Dog's Head Shake & the Bit Nobody Asked For 13:30 — Listener Q: Most Unfortunate Moment in a Game? 14:30 — Robert's Answer: The Shorts Story 15:30 — "I Got Nothing For You, Dog" — Wrapping Up Brady 16:00 — Blanket Fort World Record in Las Vegas 16:30 — Childhood Memories: Cardboard Slides and Wood Forts 18:00 — Getting Evicted from Your Own Blanket Fort

It's a crossover! Patrick Mooney joins Splash Hit Territory host FP Santangelo to preview the weekend series with the San Francisco Giants. The guys discuss perspectives on both clubs, the incredible Giants comeback against the Nationals and how Pete Crow-Armstrong plays with fire. Use our code for 10% off your next order of MLB tickets on SeatGeek*: seatgeek.onelink.me/RrnK/TERRITORY10 Sponsored by SeatGeek. *Restrictions apply. Max $20 discount

This week we're lollygagging around a rapid fire covering a range of topics, throwing sliding mitts at catchers, baseball pet peeves, All-Star ballots, new hobbies, HBO Max's Rooster (SPOILER ALERT), and more! Do you have any questions or comments about Lollygagging Sports? Reach out to us on Bluesky: Bo Reed (@boreed009.bsky.social), Samantha Bunten (@samanthabunten.bsky.social‬), Lollygagging Sports (@lollygaggingpod.bsky.social). And on Twitter/X: Samantha Bunten (@samanthabunten), Matthew Irby (@IrbyStatMan), Lollygagging Sports (@LollygaggingPod).

Coming to you from the JRE Tobacco Aladino Studios, after an extended weekend with his son, Nick is thankful you guys called in and gave him something to talk about on another Ask the Pulpit episode! Nick takes your calls and hears from you about a variety of subjects including how long would it take for a cigar butt to decompose and more. Nick also gets a call from listener James that sets him off down a rabbit hole that eventually leads to a discussion about the Age of Legality for various things in the United States and how the sliding scale of that age makes absolutely no sense. What are your thoughts? In the Villiger Entertainment Report, Nick takes a slightly different approach to this segment and talks a bit about some of the fun he and his son had this past weekend. And its Tuesday, so its time for another Lemonade Review! Get your calls in for Ask the Pulpit at (863)874-0000. Or email your comments to Nick@CigarPulpit.com! SUPPORT OUR SPONSORS... For all your online cigar purchasing needs, head over to 2GuysCigars.com! In business for 40 years, they are THE trusted name in the cigar industry! Family owned and operated, they provide a great selection, fair prices, and outstanding customer service. That's 2GuysCigars.com! Follow JRE Tobacco/Aladino at @AladinoCigars on Instagram or check out their website, JRETobacco.com for a store near you that carries their cigars Follow Villiger Cigars at @VilligerCigar on Instagram or check out their website, VilligerCigars.com for a store near you that carries their cigars, or visit their new online shop at https://villigercigars.store/home

Hurricane impact sliding glass doors offer more than storm protection. This episode explores the factors that influence cost, the features homeowners often prioritize, and the long-term value these systems can provide in hurricane-prone regions like Florida. Learn more at https://impactwindowscenter.com/collections/pgt-impact-doors Impact Windows Center City: Boynton Beach Address: 3547 High Ridge Rd Website: https://impactwindowscenter.com/

Are you looking to save time, make money, and start winning with less risk? Then head to https://www.ovtlyr.com.Learn more about OVTLYR: https://youtu.be/TUCbD5KovlcHere's what's wild right now…Jobs report comes in HOT. Like, way hotter than expected. Normally that's your “risk on, stocks go up” moment.But instead… the market just gets slapped.Everything turns red. Big tech? Bleeding. Nasdaq? Down hard. SPY? Sliding over 1%.And you're sitting there thinking… “Wait, what just happened?”Here's the twist nobody is really saying out loud.The stronger the jobs data, the more the bond market freaks out.And when bonds freak out, yields spike.And when yields spike, growth stocks get hit right in the face.That's the chain reaction.Now here's what matters more than the headline:It's not just one data point.It's what the market is doing underneath it.✅ Strong jobs report, but yields ripping higher✅ Tech names starting to roll over✅ OVTLYR signals showing weakness in leaders✅ Money quietly rotating into defensive names✅ Breadth starting to fade after a strong runAnd this is the part most people miss…When the same stocks that carried the whole market start slipping, the “easy money” phase is usually already behind you.Mag 7? Not looking invincible anymore.Some are already on sell signals, others fading fast.So the real question isn't “why is the market down on good news?”It's…“Where is the money going now?”And right now, it's not chasing hype.It's sliding into safety.Staples. Defensive names. Grocery-type stocks. The boring stuff everyone ignores… until they don't.That's the rotation.Not noise. Flow.And once you start seeing that shift, you can't unsee it.Subscribe to OVTLYR for disciplined trading strategies that actually make sense.

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Big Show+ is on demand! On this Wednesday edition of Big Show+  Connor Gronsdahl, Stefan Luciani and intern Sam breakdown game 1 of the Stanley Cup Final and talk about their overreactions after the exciting contest. (29:15) Later, after things were looking up for the Blue Jays as they hit that .500 mark, they have now dropped three straight winnable games. This then turns into a discussion about iconic baseball movies. The views and opinions expressed in this podcast are those of the hosts and guests and do not necessarily reflect the position of Rogers Media Inc. or any affiliate. This show is produced by Connor Gronsdahl and Shan Virjee Get full Flames games and great shows like Quick 60: The Stamps Show, Wranglers Watch and more ON DEMAND.

The Rays need to figure out their problem, Could Skubal become a Ray, and Aaron Donald is an absolute menace to society!

Australia’s economy slowed sharply in the March quarter, and the real weakness may only just be beginning.Sean Aylmer speaks with Paul Bloxham, Chief Economist - Australia, New Zealand & Global Commodities at HSBC, about why rising interest rates, falling confidence, weakening house prices and the Middle East conflict could push Australia into a genuine downturn - and why the Reserve Bank may be unable to cut rates quickly even if the economy weakens sharply.Find out more: https://fearandgreed.com.au/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Let's face it, the oft quoted Australian Property Prices only go up was always a lie, but the religious belief that prices double every seven to ten years is now in pieces, as more data shows momentum building towards a significant correction. The latest from Cotality's dwelling values index shows we are building towards a … Continue reading "Now Home Prices Are Sliding, Who Takes The Fall?"

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Consumer sentiment continues to slide, as Kevin Green points to metrics suggesting Americans are more concerned about their wallets getting pinched by inflation. He turns to the biggest factor driving those concerns: the Strait of Hormuz. KG touches on the disconnect between headlines suggesting peace talks are occurring from a lack of traction in Iran. With Kevin Warsh being sworn in as Fed Chair Friday, KG turns to the bond market's big picture and cautions Warsh needs to take amid heightened inflation. Consumer sentiment continues to slide, as Kevin Green points to metrics suggesting Americans are more concerned about their wallets getting pinched by inflation. He turns to the biggest factor driving those concerns: the Strait of Hormuz. KG touches on the disconnect between headlines suggesting peace talks are occurring from a lack of traction in Iran. With Kevin Warsh being sworn in as Fed Chair Friday, KG turns to the bond market's big picture and cautions Warsh needs to take amid heightened inflation.

Welcome to Episode 388 of the Worship Probs Podcast - We're glad you're here! In this episode, Brian is joined by Kim as they dive into Sliding Into The DMs to answer some key questions from you, the listener. Plus, they share some hilarious Prayer Concerns and valuable resources for your ministry. Check it out - and like, comment, subscribe, and share with a friend!

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What's up bros? Things seem to be going pretty smoothly in our smallest state with the biggest water-slide we've ever seen. While that sounds fun (once or twice) we get to learn more about Jo-Ellen's past and Alicia's hold up on commitment. We realize Ashley's crying is going to be a roller coaster for us all season but we're really going to have to see Rosie stand on her own two feet if she's going to survive this one. We're set up for a massive drop of evidence right into Rula's lap but we all know that's not going to amount to a thing. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Pistons still hold home court advantage vs the Cavs, but after dropping 2 games in Cleveland are we starting to see the cracks in Detroit's squad? The Tigers appear to be falling apart as they start off slow in May, the PGA Championship is this weekend, Lions get to go to Germany for a game this fall, and plenty more! Take a listen and hit us up @3pointpod! Thanks to: Memorial Healthcare Wellness Center, Marrs Furniture & Mattress Barn, Blackstone's Public House, Nelson House Funeral Home, Success Group Mortgage & Servicing, Kori Shook & Associates, Jacobs Insurance, AZee Branding Solutions, Shiawassee County Fair, Nichols Painting, Great Lakes Apparel Co., SportsNet MI

Arash, Grant, Beav, and Mykell break down the Lakers' second-round exit at the hands of OKC, what it means for LeBron, Luka, and the offseason ahead. Plus, the Clippers land the 5th overall pick in what could be a franchise-defining draft, and the Dodgers hit a rough patch — is it time to worry? Produced by: Grant Mona Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

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It's one of the most frustrating problems in karting. The kart feels nervous, inconsistent, lacking rear grip… and no matter what setup change you make, the problem keeps coming back.In this episode of the Kart Class Podcast, 18-time Australian Champion David Sera breaks down the REAL reasons why karts slide — and why many drivers and parents often blame the wrong thing.David explains two of the biggest driving mistakes that create sliding:Carrying too much entry speed into the cornerIncorrect corner entry lines that overload the kartThese driving errors can dramatically reduce rear grip and make the kart feel unstable, even when the setup itself may actually be close.From a kart setup perspective, David also discusses:Why tyre pressures must operate within the optimal windowHow incorrect pressures can instantly reduce gripHow rear track width adjustments influence rear stability and kart balanceThis episode is designed to help parents and drivers better understand the relationship between driving technique and kart setup — instead of randomly changing parts and chasing the wrong direction.Any questions? Drop us a Message!To learn more about what Home – Kart Class has to offer be sure to visit our site.Want to watch the podcast episode instead? Follow us on Youtube hereYou can join us at Instagram here to see the latest tips.

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On this week's episode of PS This is Awesome!, we're diving headfirst into a stacked lineup of PlayStation news and rumors. Resident Evil Requiem continues its monster success story, hitting an incredible 7 million copies sold in just two months, while Capcom teases a new mini-game mode arriving soon—possibly something action-packed in the spirit of Mercenaries. On top of that, a brand-new single-player story expansion has officially entered full production.We also break down growing concerns over a newly discovered PS5 digital ownership issue, where some recently purchased games may require periodic online DRM checks to launch. If true, it raises serious questions about long-term preservation and access for digital libraries.Meanwhile, Insomniac Games says more Wolverine news is still coming this spring, adding fuel to rumors of a possible May State of Play showcase. Could Logan finally be ready to step into the spotlight?Elsewhere, fresh interviews continue to reveal behind-the-scenes drama at Naughty Dog, including reports that Uncharted 4 was nearly canceled during its troubled development. We also discuss comments from former devs praising the canceled The Last of Us Online, calling it one of the best multiplayer games they'd ever worked on.Plus: a first teaser for the next Alien: Isolation, Mina: The Hollower goes gold but still lacks a release date, and Troy Baker may be stepping into game development himself. Big stories, bold speculation, and plenty of PlayStation hype—this week on PS This is Awesome!Visit www.patreon.com/psthisisawesome to support the show and help us continue producing the content you love!Please, if you enjoyed the content — or even if you didn't quite enjoy this one — come back. We try to offer something for everybody. Share with your friends and help us grow our awesome PlayStation community!As always you can support our show at our Patreon Page. Thanks for listening.http://www.patreon.com/psthisisawesome Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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What really happened in the castle.Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Once upon a time;A merchant lived in a forest. His only daughter, Kristiana, had been a nursemaid to a wealthy family until the children became of age and the family no longer needed her services. Deciding to take some time for herself, she returned to live with her father.One morning, before he left for the market, he said to her, “Kristiana, if you could have one thing that would make you happy, what would it be?”“Finally being here with you makes me happy. I need nothing more.” Kristiana hugged her father and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Then she waved as he mounted his horse and headed off toward town.His mind still troubled him on his journey. He wanted to get something special for his daughter, but he no longer knew what she liked. And she hadn’t been much help with answers herself.She’d grown into such a beautiful woman while she’d been away. She was at least five-foot-five now, her brunette hair cascading down her back in soft waves. He remembered her mother pulling it back into pigtails not too long ago. And then Kristiana had hid it all twisted up on her head under a cap when she’d left to work for that family.That was all before his lovely wife had passed away after the terrible accident. No one had known where the beastly dogs had come from. Mariel had been tending the garden out back when they’d run out of the woods and attacked her in broad daylight.If only he’d been home at the time;He sniffed and urged his horse on. Throughout the morning as he gathered the items on his list, he focused on Kristiana. On the present. And he kept an eye out for her gift, but nothing seemed right.When he had finished his business, the merchant set off for home. The day had grown long, and the sun was already setting behind the trees of the woods. The wind grew colder, whipping his jacket about. With one hand, he struggled to hold onto the reins of the horse, his other hand clutching the satchel of merchandise tightly against his body.The sky darkened, and soon rain pelted down, soaking through his clothes. A streak of lightning spooked the horse, and then they were racing through the trees, wispy branches stinging his cheeks. Once the horse had calmed down, the merchant paused and glanced around. But under the thick cover of leaves over him, he couldn’t see the moon or tell which way to go. His only hope was that they could find some shelter and wait out the storm. His hope dwindled, though, as he led the horse among the maze of trees. He was completely lost, even in the woods he’d known most of his life.Dalemond’s Castle.Just when he was ready to give up, he noticed a dull light shining off to his right, and steered the horse toward it. As he drew near, he saw that the light belonged to a building. An inn!Lightning lit up the sky, and the merchant gasped, tightening his grip on the reins as the horse reared up. The inn was actually a massive castle!Stone walls stretched out in either direction beyond a looming gate, and towers disappeared into the night sky above him. No lights were burning in any of the windows, but a lantern swung on a post over the front door.Sliding down from his horse, the merchant pushed open the gate and entered the courtyard. The horse whinnied at another crack of lightning, but it followed behind, pawing at the ground when he tied off the reins on a metal loop in the castle wall.When he reached the door, he saw that it was open. Though he shouted, no one came to greet him. Gathering his courage, he went inside, still calling out to attract attention. On a table in the front hall, a splendid dinner lay already served. He lingered, still shouting for the owner of the castle. But no one came, and so after eyeing the food and listening to his growling stomach, the starving merchant sat down to a hearty meal.His hunger satisfied, curiosity now plagued him. Why had no one met him at the door? Who had lit the lantern? Who had prepared the meal? He called again for any acknowledgement of his arrival. Upon receiving none, he ventured through the main room. At the far end was a grand staircase. He ascended, in awe of the paintings in elaborate gold frames adorning the walls.From the landing, a corridor led off in either direction with several closed doors on each side. However, the first door on his left was open. A fire crackled in a massive stone fireplace that was taller than he was. Directly across from it sat a four-poster bed piled high with blankets and pillows.It was now late, and he could not resist the invitation before him once again. He lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep. When he woke next morning, someone had placed a mug of steaming coffee and some fruit by his bedside.The merchant had breakfast and after tidying himself up, went downstairs to thank his generous host. But, as on the evening before, there was no one in sight. Shaking his head in wonder at the strangeness of it all, he went towards the courtyard where he had left his horse. To his continual surprise, his horse was no longer tethered to the castle wall but grazing beneath a tree in the sunshine.Next to the tree were several rose bushes. Dotting the green leaves, glistening with the remnants of last night’s rain, were the largest red flowers he’d ever seen in full bloom.Thinking of his parting question to his daughter, he whispered, “It’s perfect!” And then he carefully plucked a dewy rose from its bed.No sooner had he reached for the horse’s reins than a man sprang up from behind the rose garden. He wore a dark jacket over his tunic and pants that all looked of the finest material. His thick mane of hair was mostly gray with subtle streaks of blond, and it flowed down to his shoulders. But his brown eyes were bloodshot and gleamed with fire; his mouth was curled into a snarl. His wide shoulders towered over the merchant, and his large hands reached out to him.“Ungrateful man! I gave you shelter, fed you from my table, and gave you a bed to sleep in! But now all the thanks I get is the theft of my favorite flowers!”“Forgive me! Please, do not kill me! I’ll do anything you say! The rose wasn’t for me but for my daughter, Kristiana. I wanted to bring her a special present from my journey.”“I care not why you stole from me.” The man whistled, and two large dogs, drooling and growling, appeared from around the side of the castle. “I shall put you to death for this slight!”Trembling with fear, the merchant fell on his knees before the beast of a man. “Those dogs! They were your dogs?”“What nonsense do you speak, thief?”“Your dogs killed my wife!” The merchant wanted to scream in anger, but his voice barely came out as a raspy whisper. “They attacked her in our garden. Thankfully, our only child was gone and did not witness it. I returned too late to save my wife, but I saw the dogs before they disappeared into the woods again. All these years;”The man dropped the paw of a hand he had clamped on the distraught merchant, but his voice remained a deep growl. “I shall spare your life, but on one condition. Bring me your daughter! I will not harm her, but she will remain a servant in my castle.”The merchant’s heart leapt with joy at his own fortune. But then he felt his stomach twist with terror. He’d have to trade his life for his daughter’s! They would both still be alive, but; No, she would never forgive him for leaving her alone in the world if he did not obey.With his head hung low, the merchant nodded. “So be it. I will send my daughter to you.”“Take the rose. Have her bring it back so that I know it is her. Follow the path south until you get to a clearing, and then head west. This will lead you home.” And then the beast of a man disappeared around the side of the castle with the dogs.The journey home seemed shorter than he’d expected. After settling the horse in the barn, he trudged up to the house, his shoulders heavy.Kristiana rushed out to meet him. “Father! Where have you been? I’ve been so worried!”He fell into his daughter’s arms, holding her to him, trying to remember how his grown little girl felt one last time. Then he ushered her into the house and proceeded to tell her of the events of the previous night and this morning.When he’d finished, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the rose.“I’d do anything for you!” Kristiana hugged her father. “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to keep your promise. I will be fine. We will both return to the castle once you have rested.”“I fear what will happen to you. He promised not to harm you, but he said you would be his servant. I pray that he will be kind to you, at least. I will always love you, Kristiana, no matter what.”The merchant refrained from telling her what he had learned about the dogs. She need not distress over what she did not know and could not change.Prince Dalemond paced the Great Hall, growling out his frustration. Would the old man honor his promise? He should have killed him and been done with it. That was how his own father would have handled a thief. Whether a loaf of bread, a bag of coins, or a rose off a bush, stealing was stealing.But the knowledge that his precious dogs had killed the man’s wife, had left his only daughter without a mother; It reminded him of his own loneliness. He had let his emotions overpower justice, and he’d caved in. At least he would have a servant in the house now.He heard horses approaching, and then the squeal of the gate. He stepped into the shadows, waiting. There were voices outside, and then the pounding of the heavy knocker on the door.“Enter!” His voice bellowed and echoed through the empty hall.The wooden door slowly groaned open on its ancient hinges. By the day’s dying light creeping through the open doorway, he saw the merchant step inside. A young woman in a dark, green, hooded cloak followed. She carried the red rose from his garden.“You, Sir, have fulfilled your promise. You may leave us.”The woman hugged her father without any tears, and then the merchant hustled out the door.Prince Dalemond watched her from the shadows, the candlelight from the wall sconces bathing her in a soft glow. His heart pounded heavily in his chest. He’d never seen anyone so lovely.Her dark brown hair hung in long ringlets on either side of her face. The color of her cloak emphasized the green of her hazel eyes as she slowly took in her surroundings. When she lifted her hand to push back the hood, her arm moved the edge of the cloak aside.He gasped at the tight bodice of her cream-colored gown; at the swell of her breasts rising above the confines of the low neckline.She was truly a beauty.Something clenched in his gut, and he knew he would not be keeping her for a servant as he had planned. He did not want to tarnish one inch of her ivory complexion, flawless except for her cheeks tinged pink from her journey. He had not anticipated such a prize as her.He stepped out of his hiding place. When the candlelight flooded over him, he heard her gasp. “Welcome to my home, Kristiana. You are my guest. Please, may I take your cloak?”Kristiana took a step back, clutching one hand at the clasp at her throat. She stared for a moment, looking him over. She swallowed and then lifted her chin up, keeping her gaze from his. “How shall I address you, Sir?”“My name is Price Dalemond. ‘Your Highness’ will suffice.” He reached out and took her petite hand in his large one. She was shaking, and he gently squeezed her slender fingers. He raised her hand to his lips and placed the lightest kiss across her knuckles. He refrained from closing his eyes and sighing at the lavender scent of her soft skin.“Well, Your Highness, you say I am a guest, but we both know that I am a prisoner.” Kristiana pulled free from his grasp and squared her shoulders. “If you would so kindly show me to my chamber, I would like to retire for the evening.”She may have been a beauty, but he had never seen such hostility. Especially after he had extended his generosity to both her and her father. She was just as ungrateful as he had been. She should be happy to have her father still alive!With a low growl, he spun around and marched toward the grand staircase. He had prepared a room down the North Hall hear his own chambers. But now; now he led her down to the last room in the South Hall. The furthest room from the only other person in the entire castle. If she felt like a prisoner, he would treat her like one.Once they’d reached her new chamber, she waited until he opened the door, and then she entered with a minute tip of her chin. The room was dark and the air frigid. As angry as he was, he knew he could not leave her to freeze to death. Even his dogs deserved a fire on a cold night such as this.She stood just inside the doorway. He stepped past her, feeling the heat of her through the material of his shirt as his arm brushed against hers. Pushing away the resulting rush of desire to have that warmth against the rest of his body, he crossed the chamber in four long strides. After he had lit a fire, he turned back to her.Kristiana had moved to the window and drawn the curtain aside. He suddenly wanted to go to her, to apologize for his gruffness. But then he remembered the way she’d scorned him.“Dinner will be served shortly.” He made sure his tone relayed that it was a command.“I’m not hungry.” She kept her back to him. She stared out the window into the darkness instead.A muscle in his clenched jaw twitched. “Suit yourself!” And then he stormed across the room, slamming the door behind him.The moment that he was gone, Kristiana collapsed to the floor, her face in her hands. Warm tears wet her already hot cheeks.“I love you, Father! I will stay here to keep your promise, even though I detest the master of the house. I will never be happy here.”She glanced at the door, remembering how the prince had towered at least a foot above her. How her hand had disappeared in his when he’d welcomed her. How while she feared him, something inside drew her to him. And that frightened her even more.Her stomach growled, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting she had lied. She removed her cloak and laid it across the winged armchair by the fire instead. Then she crossed to the four-poster bed, climbing up onto the simple mattress covered by a thin quilt. An even thinner blanket lay folded at the footboard.An derisive grunt escaped when she thought of it. Meager accommodations for the prisoner. What else should she have expected?The pillow was soft, though, when she laid her head down. She watched the fire flickering across the small room, thankful for at least that source of heat. Shivers shook her body, and she hugged her arms to her chest, curling into a ball on top of the quilt. Tears trickled down her cheek again as she thought of her predicament.At some point, she must have drifted off because she felt someone watching her and she sat up with a gasp. But there was no one else there. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and why. She looked around at the fire blazing in the fireplace; her cloak on the chair; the plate of food on the table beside the chair; the blanket lying over her body.She may be alone now, but someone had been in the room. Did she dare hope that it had been Prince Dalemond? Who else could it have been? Father had mentioned there had been no one else in the castle the night before.If it had been her host, why did she even care? He was a brute of a man. Only a monster would demand on killing a man for picking a flower; or imprison a young woman as a hostage in his castle. She would be wise to keep her distance from him. Surely, she could find something to do to while away the days she was being held captive. Because deep down, she just knew he would grow tired of her and this wicked game he was playing. Then he would set her free.Kristiana was halfway across the chamber, no longer able to resist the tray of meats, cheeses, and fruit and the pitcher she hoped contained wine, when the thought occurred to her.What if he did tire of his game; but he left her hidden away, forgetting about her instead of setting her free? She would never see Father again!Fresh tears choked her throat. Somehow, she managed to clean the tray before curling up in the chair. Her eyes felt drowsy from the wine. Pulling her cloak over her, she succumbed to sleep. She dreamed that someone was watching her again. And then a warm body carried her. A disarray of memories followed, mainly of her mother.She woke the next morning to sunlight streaming in the window, the curtains drawn aside. The fire still burned and a new tray of breads and fruit sat on the table. She stretched, yawning and then froze. She was lying in the bed under layers of thick blankets. It had not been a dream. Someone had carried her there.After a quick breakfast, she washed her face at the basin filled with cool water. When she turned back to the bed, she noticed the wardrobe’s doors were partially ajar. She slowly pulled the doors open all of the way and gasped. Inside hung dresses in a multitude of colors.She couldn’t help wondering why someone so mean he would keep her captive would also show such acts of kindness. 'His Highness’ was an enigma. And a small part of her begged to understand him.Choosing a pale yellow dress, she changed her clothes and brushed out her hair. It was time to explore her prison, such as it was.Prince Dalemond had searched every room but one by noontime. Kristiana was nowhere to be found. He hoped she had not run away. Despite his frustration at her stubbornness last night, he had enjoyed watching her sleep. She had seemed so peaceful. So innocent. Besides, it wasn’t her fault she was here. If her father hadn’t stolen the rose;He grunted and thought of her creamy breasts rising and falling in her sleep. How her lips had parted with a soft sigh when he’d moved her from the chair. How light her small body had felt in his arms. He’d wanted to kiss her but had refrained.Now; now he wanted to scream. Where was she? How dare she hide from him!He pushed open the final door, the door to the library, his breath huffing. And then he froze.Kristiana sat in the window seat, the skirts of her yellow dress pooled around her, a small stack of books beside her. Her head rose with a start, and she dropped the book she’d been reading.For the longest moment, they just stared at each other. Her heavy breathing drew his eyes downward. A low moan escaped as his gut tightened.“Was there something you wanted?”Her quiet voice broke the spell over him. He lifted his eyes to hers again, swallowing his honesty. Instead, he forced a smile and said, “It’s time for the noon meal. Care to join me in the Great Hall?”She blinked, opened her mouth,

What really happened in the castle.Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Once upon a time;A merchant lived in a forest. His only daughter, Kristiana, had been a nursemaid to a wealthy family until the children became of age and the family no longer needed her services. Deciding to take some time for herself, she returned to live with her father.One morning, before he left for the market, he said to her, “Kristiana, if you could have one thing that would make you happy, what would it be?”“Finally being here with you makes me happy. I need nothing more.” Kristiana hugged her father and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Then she waved as he mounted his horse and headed off toward town.His mind still troubled him on his journey. He wanted to get something special for his daughter, but he no longer knew what she liked. And she hadn’t been much help with answers herself.She’d grown into such a beautiful woman while she’d been away. She was at least five-foot-five now, her brunette hair cascading down her back in soft waves. He remembered her mother pulling it back into pigtails not too long ago. And then Kristiana had hid it all twisted up on her head under a cap when she’d left to work for that family.That was all before his lovely wife had passed away after the terrible accident. No one had known where the beastly dogs had come from. Mariel had been tending the garden out back when they’d run out of the woods and attacked her in broad daylight.If only he’d been home at the time;He sniffed and urged his horse on. Throughout the morning as he gathered the items on his list, he focused on Kristiana. On the present. And he kept an eye out for her gift, but nothing seemed right.When he had finished his business, the merchant set off for home. The day had grown long, and the sun was already setting behind the trees of the woods. The wind grew colder, whipping his jacket about. With one hand, he struggled to hold onto the reins of the horse, his other hand clutching the satchel of merchandise tightly against his body.The sky darkened, and soon rain pelted down, soaking through his clothes. A streak of lightning spooked the horse, and then they were racing through the trees, wispy branches stinging his cheeks. Once the horse had calmed down, the merchant paused and glanced around. But under the thick cover of leaves over him, he couldn’t see the moon or tell which way to go. His only hope was that they could find some shelter and wait out the storm. His hope dwindled, though, as he led the horse among the maze of trees. He was completely lost, even in the woods he’d known most of his life.Dalemond’s Castle.Just when he was ready to give up, he noticed a dull light shining off to his right, and steered the horse toward it. As he drew near, he saw that the light belonged to a building. An inn!Lightning lit up the sky, and the merchant gasped, tightening his grip on the reins as the horse reared up. The inn was actually a massive castle!Stone walls stretched out in either direction beyond a looming gate, and towers disappeared into the night sky above him. No lights were burning in any of the windows, but a lantern swung on a post over the front door.Sliding down from his horse, the merchant pushed open the gate and entered the courtyard. The horse whinnied at another crack of lightning, but it followed behind, pawing at the ground when he tied off the reins on a metal loop in the castle wall.When he reached the door, he saw that it was open. Though he shouted, no one came to greet him. Gathering his courage, he went inside, still calling out to attract attention. On a table in the front hall, a splendid dinner lay already served. He lingered, still shouting for the owner of the castle. But no one came, and so after eyeing the food and listening to his growling stomach, the starving merchant sat down to a hearty meal.His hunger satisfied, curiosity now plagued him. Why had no one met him at the door? Who had lit the lantern? Who had prepared the meal? He called again for any acknowledgement of his arrival. Upon receiving none, he ventured through the main room. At the far end was a grand staircase. He ascended, in awe of the paintings in elaborate gold frames adorning the walls.From the landing, a corridor led off in either direction with several closed doors on each side. However, the first door on his left was open. A fire crackled in a massive stone fireplace that was taller than he was. Directly across from it sat a four-poster bed piled high with blankets and pillows.It was now late, and he could not resist the invitation before him once again. He lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep. When he woke next morning, someone had placed a mug of steaming coffee and some fruit by his bedside.The merchant had breakfast and after tidying himself up, went downstairs to thank his generous host. But, as on the evening before, there was no one in sight. Shaking his head in wonder at the strangeness of it all, he went towards the courtyard where he had left his horse. To his continual surprise, his horse was no longer tethered to the castle wall but grazing beneath a tree in the sunshine.Next to the tree were several rose bushes. Dotting the green leaves, glistening with the remnants of last night’s rain, were the largest red flowers he’d ever seen in full bloom.Thinking of his parting question to his daughter, he whispered, “It’s perfect!” And then he carefully plucked a dewy rose from its bed.No sooner had he reached for the horse’s reins than a man sprang up from behind the rose garden. He wore a dark jacket over his tunic and pants that all looked of the finest material. His thick mane of hair was mostly gray with subtle streaks of blond, and it flowed down to his shoulders. But his brown eyes were bloodshot and gleamed with fire; his mouth was curled into a snarl. His wide shoulders towered over the merchant, and his large hands reached out to him.“Ungrateful man! I gave you shelter, fed you from my table, and gave you a bed to sleep in! But now all the thanks I get is the theft of my favorite flowers!”“Forgive me! Please, do not kill me! I’ll do anything you say! The rose wasn’t for me but for my daughter, Kristiana. I wanted to bring her a special present from my journey.”“I care not why you stole from me.” The man whistled, and two large dogs, drooling and growling, appeared from around the side of the castle. “I shall put you to death for this slight!”Trembling with fear, the merchant fell on his knees before the beast of a man. “Those dogs! They were your dogs?”“What nonsense do you speak, thief?”“Your dogs killed my wife!” The merchant wanted to scream in anger, but his voice barely came out as a raspy whisper. “They attacked her in our garden. Thankfully, our only child was gone and did not witness it. I returned too late to save my wife, but I saw the dogs before they disappeared into the woods again. All these years;”The man dropped the paw of a hand he had clamped on the distraught merchant, but his voice remained a deep growl. “I shall spare your life, but on one condition. Bring me your daughter! I will not harm her, but she will remain a servant in my castle.”The merchant’s heart leapt with joy at his own fortune. But then he felt his stomach twist with terror. He’d have to trade his life for his daughter’s! They would both still be alive, but; No, she would never forgive him for leaving her alone in the world if he did not obey.With his head hung low, the merchant nodded. “So be it. I will send my daughter to you.”“Take the rose. Have her bring it back so that I know it is her. Follow the path south until you get to a clearing, and then head west. This will lead you home.” And then the beast of a man disappeared around the side of the castle with the dogs.The journey home seemed shorter than he’d expected. After settling the horse in the barn, he trudged up to the house, his shoulders heavy.Kristiana rushed out to meet him. “Father! Where have you been? I’ve been so worried!”He fell into his daughter’s arms, holding her to him, trying to remember how his grown little girl felt one last time. Then he ushered her into the house and proceeded to tell her of the events of the previous night and this morning.When he’d finished, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the rose.“I’d do anything for you!” Kristiana hugged her father. “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to keep your promise. I will be fine. We will both return to the castle once you have rested.”“I fear what will happen to you. He promised not to harm you, but he said you would be his servant. I pray that he will be kind to you, at least. I will always love you, Kristiana, no matter what.”The merchant refrained from telling her what he had learned about the dogs. She need not distress over what she did not know and could not change.Prince Dalemond paced the Great Hall, growling out his frustration. Would the old man honor his promise? He should have killed him and been done with it. That was how his own father would have handled a thief. Whether a loaf of bread, a bag of coins, or a rose off a bush, stealing was stealing.But the knowledge that his precious dogs had killed the man’s wife, had left his only daughter without a mother; It reminded him of his own loneliness. He had let his emotions overpower justice, and he’d caved in. At least he would have a servant in the house now.He heard horses approaching, and then the squeal of the gate. He stepped into the shadows, waiting. There were voices outside, and then the pounding of the heavy knocker on the door.“Enter!” His voice bellowed and echoed through the empty hall.The wooden door slowly groaned open on its ancient hinges. By the day’s dying light creeping through the open doorway, he saw the merchant step inside. A young woman in a dark, green, hooded cloak followed. She carried the red rose from his garden.“You, Sir, have fulfilled your promise. You may leave us.”The woman hugged her father without any tears, and then the merchant hustled out the door.Prince Dalemond watched her from the shadows, the candlelight from the wall sconces bathing her in a soft glow. His heart pounded heavily in his chest. He’d never seen anyone so lovely.Her dark brown hair hung in long ringlets on either side of her face. The color of her cloak emphasized the green of her hazel eyes as she slowly took in her surroundings. When she lifted her hand to push back the hood, her arm moved the edge of the cloak aside.He gasped at the tight bodice of her cream-colored gown; at the swell of her breasts rising above the confines of the low neckline.She was truly a beauty.Something clenched in his gut, and he knew he would not be keeping her for a servant as he had planned. He did not want to tarnish one inch of her ivory complexion, flawless except for her cheeks tinged pink from her journey. He had not anticipated such a prize as her.He stepped out of his hiding place. When the candlelight flooded over him, he heard her gasp. “Welcome to my home, Kristiana. You are my guest. Please, may I take your cloak?”Kristiana took a step back, clutching one hand at the clasp at her throat. She stared for a moment, looking him over. She swallowed and then lifted her chin up, keeping her gaze from his. “How shall I address you, Sir?”“My name is Price Dalemond. ‘Your Highness’ will suffice.” He reached out and took her petite hand in his large one. She was shaking, and he gently squeezed her slender fingers. He raised her hand to his lips and placed the lightest kiss across her knuckles. He refrained from closing his eyes and sighing at the lavender scent of her soft skin.“Well, Your Highness, you say I am a guest, but we both know that I am a prisoner.” Kristiana pulled free from his grasp and squared her shoulders. “If you would so kindly show me to my chamber, I would like to retire for the evening.”She may have been a beauty, but he had never seen such hostility. Especially after he had extended his generosity to both her and her father. She was just as ungrateful as he had been. She should be happy to have her father still alive!With a low growl, he spun around and marched toward the grand staircase. He had prepared a room down the North Hall hear his own chambers. But now; now he led her down to the last room in the South Hall. The furthest room from the only other person in the entire castle. If she felt like a prisoner, he would treat her like one.Once they’d reached her new chamber, she waited until he opened the door, and then she entered with a minute tip of her chin. The room was dark and the air frigid. As angry as he was, he knew he could not leave her to freeze to death. Even his dogs deserved a fire on a cold night such as this.She stood just inside the doorway. He stepped past her, feeling the heat of her through the material of his shirt as his arm brushed against hers. Pushing away the resulting rush of desire to have that warmth against the rest of his body, he crossed the chamber in four long strides. After he had lit a fire, he turned back to her.Kristiana had moved to the window and drawn the curtain aside. He suddenly wanted to go to her, to apologize for his gruffness. But then he remembered the way she’d scorned him.“Dinner will be served shortly.” He made sure his tone relayed that it was a command.“I’m not hungry.” She kept her back to him. She stared out the window into the darkness instead.A muscle in his clenched jaw twitched. “Suit yourself!” And then he stormed across the room, slamming the door behind him.The moment that he was gone, Kristiana collapsed to the floor, her face in her hands. Warm tears wet her already hot cheeks.“I love you, Father! I will stay here to keep your promise, even though I detest the master of the house. I will never be happy here.”She glanced at the door, remembering how the prince had towered at least a foot above her. How her hand had disappeared in his when he’d welcomed her. How while she feared him, something inside drew her to him. And that frightened her even more.Her stomach growled, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting she had lied. She removed her cloak and laid it across the winged armchair by the fire instead. Then she crossed to the four-poster bed, climbing up onto the simple mattress covered by a thin quilt. An even thinner blanket lay folded at the footboard.An derisive grunt escaped when she thought of it. Meager accommodations for the prisoner. What else should she have expected?The pillow was soft, though, when she laid her head down. She watched the fire flickering across the small room, thankful for at least that source of heat. Shivers shook her body, and she hugged her arms to her chest, curling into a ball on top of the quilt. Tears trickled down her cheek again as she thought of her predicament.At some point, she must have drifted off because she felt someone watching her and she sat up with a gasp. But there was no one else there. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and why. She looked around at the fire blazing in the fireplace; her cloak on the chair; the plate of food on the table beside the chair; the blanket lying over her body.She may be alone now, but someone had been in the room. Did she dare hope that it had been Prince Dalemond? Who else could it have been? Father had mentioned there had been no one else in the castle the night before.If it had been her host, why did she even care? He was a brute of a man. Only a monster would demand on killing a man for picking a flower; or imprison a young woman as a hostage in his castle. She would be wise to keep her distance from him. Surely, she could find something to do to while away the days she was being held captive. Because deep down, she just knew he would grow tired of her and this wicked game he was playing. Then he would set her free.Kristiana was halfway across the chamber, no longer able to resist the tray of meats, cheeses, and fruit and the pitcher she hoped contained wine, when the thought occurred to her.What if he did tire of his game; but he left her hidden away, forgetting about her instead of setting her free? She would never see Father again!Fresh tears choked her throat. Somehow, she managed to clean the tray before curling up in the chair. Her eyes felt drowsy from the wine. Pulling her cloak over her, she succumbed to sleep. She dreamed that someone was watching her again. And then a warm body carried her. A disarray of memories followed, mainly of her mother.She woke the next morning to sunlight streaming in the window, the curtains drawn aside. The fire still burned and a new tray of breads and fruit sat on the table. She stretched, yawning and then froze. She was lying in the bed under layers of thick blankets. It had not been a dream. Someone had carried her there.After a quick breakfast, she washed her face at the basin filled with cool water. When she turned back to the bed, she noticed the wardrobe’s doors were partially ajar. She slowly pulled the doors open all of the way and gasped. Inside hung dresses in a multitude of colors.She couldn’t help wondering why someone so mean he would keep her captive would also show such acts of kindness. 'His Highness’ was an enigma. And a small part of her begged to understand him.Choosing a pale yellow dress, she changed her clothes and brushed out her hair. It was time to explore her prison, such as it was.Prince Dalemond had searched every room but one by noontime. Kristiana was nowhere to be found. He hoped she had not run away. Despite his frustration at her stubbornness last night, he had enjoyed watching her sleep. She had seemed so peaceful. So innocent. Besides, it wasn’t her fault she was here. If her father hadn’t stolen the rose;He grunted and thought of her creamy breasts rising and falling in her sleep. How her lips had parted with a soft sigh when he’d moved her from the chair. How light her small body had felt in his arms. He’d wanted to kiss her but had refrained.Now; now he wanted to scream. Where was she? How dare she hide from him!He pushed open the final door, the door to the library, his breath huffing. And then he froze.Kristiana sat in the window seat, the skirts of her yellow dress pooled around her, a small stack of books beside her. Her head rose with a start, and she dropped the book she’d been reading.For the longest moment, they just stared at each other. Her heavy breathing drew his eyes downward. A low moan escaped as his gut tightened.“Was there something you wanted?”Her quiet voice broke the spell over him. He lifted his eyes to hers again, swallowing his honesty. Instead, he forced a smile and said, “It’s time for the noon meal. Care to join me in the Great Hall?”She blinked, opened her mouth,

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