Darcy Branwyn

Tangled Moon:

…“You,” Lothar said, getting up to take the empty containers into the kitchen, “should go back to bed.”

“Vesper’s coming.” Danielle eyed him from somewhere around the vicinity of his chest. She arched her neck back to look him in the face.

“Then compromise with me and go lay down on the couch.”

“Fine, but only because you ate for me.” She helped him finish picking up the table and followed him into the kitchen. She put everything onto the counter.

“Go,” he said. “I’ll clean up.”

“Fine.” She walked away. “Am I allowed to brush my hair?” she called from the other room.

“As long as you do it on the couch.”

“You’re so bossy,” she whined.

It took him a moment to regroup. Sometimes it was all he could do not to laugh at her when she got like that; seconded by wanting to go out there after her and drag her to the bed, or the couch, or the table—and have her harder than he had any right to after he’d also gotten her into her current condition in the first place.

No wonder he felt ready to lose his mind half the time. He’d laugh at that too, if it wasn’t so ridiculous; two half sane people whose only option was to piece the other together…

Tired of excerpts and teasers? Dying to read my fiction in its entirety? 🦇🧟‍♂️🧛‍♂️Become a member for less than the price of a mocha latte. I even read everything to you, so you don’t have to. 😉 What could be better than that? 😜 (Wait, no, don’t answer that question.)