Darcy Branwyn

The joys of discovering that the female werewolf you’ve coveted for years is a Breeder…

Tangled Moon:

…Danielle woke up to see Lothar standing by the window. The sun had gone over the morning side of the cabin so it was after noon. She wasn’t hungry yet, and no wonder. She couldn’t bear to think about how much she’d eaten.

He had her phone and was staring at it deep in thought. He had that crease between his brows. Finally he sighed and hit something on his phone. Send no doubt. He put it to his ear.

Danielle watched, cringing for him because she knew what he was up to.

Her father must have picked up. “Unfortunately,” was the first thing Lothar said.

What, as in unfortunately it was Lothar and not Jacob’s daughter? Sorry it’s that male that keeps impregnating your daughter? Sorry we’re not on a jet heading to Lithuania?…

I, Darcy, your fierce but loving goddess, daughter of the great Aphrodite herself, hereby proclaim that you will support my bog. In return for your adoration, I promise to keep you entertained with stories of love, epic battles, and great sex.