Tangled Moon
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Tangled Moon …Something inside of her snapped. The stress from last night, the sleep she needed this morning—the sheer terror of losing this prick so casually walking all over her feelings. Danielle turned on him. “You’d like that, my leaving you to become a Matriarch!” she yelled. “Then you can get yourself a new partner.…
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I write stories for two reasons. One, I like it. Duh, right? Two, because I like sharing them with other people. It’s not enough for me to just just sit on those stories. I could, I mean I could just write for myself and all. Actually, I do write for myself (and all) but there…
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Tangled Moon (A Werewolf, Vampire Romance) …“I’m not the one who bit him,” he said, looking at his coffee cup instead of her. His arrogance was showing itself. Here she was, trying to figure out what to do with this compatible man she hadn’t even been looking for, his mere presence threatening to destroy her…
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Tangled Moon: …He left the room, closing the door behind him. Another frail barrier, but the best he could do considering he couldn’t be very far from her until his family had been dealt with. What he would do about the attraction between them, he wasn’t sure. Maybe… well, it wasn’t like he didn’t know…
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Tangled Moon: …The night guard was inside, but he’d always been intimidated by Jonas. He took one look, and decided he had more important things to do. Jonas got her up to his rooms without any issues, taking her across the expansive living area to his bedroom. He laid her out on his bed and…
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Part Nine Tangled Moon (Book One) Her irises were jet black, light reflecting in silver-shot threads off of them. Her scent made it hard for him to think about anything but her. It didn’t matter that he hardly knew her. He had to touch her. He had to. Nick reached out, Danielle growling when his…
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Part Seven After sacrificing himself to a vampire to save her, he’d spent a month as a paralytic. His magic had eventually healed him, but his uncle, who was also High Councilor, suspected Lothar had become territorial over her. It was a serious defect in their kind. A shapeshifting male with Territorial Aggression could not…
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Tangled Moon: …She swallowed thickly. “Um… maybe we can just talk about something almost normal.” “What did you want to talk about?” “Is there any of that wine left?” “Yes. I’ll get you some.” He’d cleaned up the broken glass while she’d been in the bath. No sense in leaving glass where his mortal charge…
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Tangled Moon: …He’d been a soldier in his mortal life, trained to kill. He’d spent the first hundred-and-fifty years of his un-death killing, at times indiscriminately. Then he’d decided he’d had enough. Of killing, of Lazarus and his other sons. He was the only one who hadn’t been created by Lazarus. He’d been adopted. Eventually,…
Darcy Branwyn 