Songs from my playlist: Nothing Compares to You. Sometimes I choose a song and put it on repeat and let it play while writing a scene. Having the song change throws me out of whack at times and it’s just better I do it this way. This is the song I had playing while I was working on the scene this teaser came from.
Worth Fighting For
England, 1192
…Matthew had gotten what he’d wanted, she realized. Oh, not the bedding—well yes the bedding—but he’d wanted her to want him, to feel him; feel for him.
He’d gotten that all, had waged a battle against her heart and had won in short order. As he slowly, carefully, filled her, she knew she wasn’t alone in any of it, not in her plight or in her love. Not anymore, not alone. It felt as if the cold empty place inside of her had finally been filled…
Repeat after me: I (state name) am so addicted to Darcy that I will sell my firstborn, all of my blood, and my soul to support her blog…
Darcy Branwyn 
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