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Where the Wild Red Roses Grow [Evan Buckley] by kmo958
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"My last breath will be your name, Emma." Buck breathed, before gently placing his lips on hers. On the surface, Emma Riley is a typical 32 year old workaholic. She is a medical doctor at Kindred Hospital in L.A. However, Emma works so much to keep the memory of what happened to her buried deep inside. She does not let her mind wonder to the patch of mountain where the wild red roses grow. The day started like any other Wednesday. That is until she runs into a handsome fire fighter crunched over in a quiet hall. Evan Buckley was there for his friend, Eddie. Eddie had been shot while on a call. Over the next few weeks, Emma and Buck bond. After Eddie's release, Buck can't shake the memory of Emma. Emma also felt a connection with Buck. However, in order to move on with her life, she must face the memories and reality of what happened to her.
(A 911 Buddie fanfic) Every Breath You Take (I'll be watching you...) by Rayuk666
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9-1-1 Buddie fanfic. Mysterious gifts start appearing at the firehouse for Buck from a secret admirer, but as the gifts get progressively more sinister and the 118 grow increasingly worried, they must uncover the mystery before someone close to them gets seriously hurt, or worse. Protective!Eddie. Established Buddie relationship. Follows on from Turning Point but can be read as a standalone. Part of 'Once Upon a Buddie' series: Story 1: Turning Point Story 2: Every Breath You Take Story 3: Crash
lost poetry by edelleweiss
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𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻. Lost Poetry || a small anthology of poems, prose, and other dark thoughts. Introduction Part I: Insecurities & Other Blackholes Part II: Letters to Unknown Lovers Part III: The Lost Poetry This book is for all the poetry I had lost before; when I thought I would never write again - but would somehow always find the courage to pick up the pen once more. | Completed | ʜɪɢʜᴇsᴛ ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ: #8 in writings #8 in poetrycontest