Tangled Moon
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Tangled Moon: …“I thought you were my friend,” she said, pulling uselessly. “I thought you cared enough.” She wasn’t sure why she kept talking, other than because she had a captive audience. “You are…” Her throat closed and tears burned her eyes. “You are everything to me, you stupid son of a bitch, and I…
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Tangled Moon: …Nick opened the door knowing Danielle was on the other side. She looked up at him, standing out in the corridor with her innocent eyes. She seemed a little lost, like she had no idea what she was doing. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen that look on her face. He knew…
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Tangled Moon: …“Stay here.” He ducked his head to look her in the eyes. “I’ll leave the door open and be back in a couple minutes.” “Now you’re leaving me?” “You don’t want to see this.” He kissed her quickly on the mouth and went in. The light inside was on a motion sensor. It…
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Tangled Moon: … “The both of you are acting like, like…” He waited for her. “Like I’m worth it.” Danielle blew out a breath. “Why wouldn’t you be?” She shrugged. “Need I list out all of the reasons?” “Do you want me to pull over?” he asked quietly; with a hidden warning. “No, just keep…
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Tangled Moon …His brow pinched, and he got that look on his face, like she was ripping his guts out. His hand smoothed over her hair, and then his fingers wove through the strands, and he tipped her face back. “Lothar,” she pleaded. “I’m on a hair trigger.” “So am I,” he breathed, his nose…
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I’m sitting here, trying to function, and trying to make the audio for episode one of Tangled Moon without crying. I’m a sap, I guess, or something like that. It’s deeply emotional for me to launch this membership platform because it’s a vision I’ve had for some time now. I’ve self-published books before, and even…
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Tangled Moon: …Nick checked his phone when it chirped. There was a text from Lothar. She forgives you, it said. He let out a relieved breath. Forever disappointing Danielle was one thing he didn’t want on his conscience. He was glad they’d agreed to come for him themselves. There was no point in doing this…
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Tangled Moon: …Her skin was very soft. She smelled so good. Fertile. It mocked him, because the ability to produce a child in the natural way had been stolen from him long ago. The desire remained, in the part of him that was still a man. The part that wanted to leave some of himself…
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Tangled Moon: …A muffled grunt, followed by a short, feminine squeak woke Alessandro. His gaze focused weakly as he pulled struggling free from his nightmare. Eyes drew in on pale skin, pink-cheeked, golden hair framing face and down shoulders. A golden woman? A woman made of spun gold? By the gods, where had she come…
Darcy Branwyn 