Tangled Moon
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Lothar’s life would become a hell that not even the bravest soul could withstand; burning day and night for redemption, for the purging of sins that could never come. Eternal torture in the absence of all that was holy. Separated from his faith, his goddess…
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Lothar reached out, catching her off guard. She jerked back before realizing his intentions. His palm formed neatly around the back of her head. He drew her closer, Danielle having to take two steps to meet up with him. She looked at his face as he hovered there over her, his scent obliterating Nick’s. “I…”…
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Danielle knew that he was on his way back from the forest. If she focused she could tell where he was. She left the vampires carefully inside the darkened cabin and went out onto the porch. She was wearing her favorite jeans—that may or may not ever fit her again—while she still could, and an…
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He’d shown her around the house good-naturedly. Was there such a thing as a good-natured vampire? Catherine felt a little bad about it in retrospect. This place seemed to be stirring up a lot of things in him that she knew he’d rather pretend were either long forgotten, or didn’t bother him anymore. Truth was…
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She was frowning at the phone, pale light making her skin look even whiter than usual, like ivory and snow. Like a queen. He beat back the sudden instinct to inject her with the venom that would make her immortal. How could he even consider? He wouldn’t do that to her. “It isn’t about the…
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“I’ll impress you later.” Every word was ripe with meaning. Oh, boy. She was going to enjoy that very much. She shrugged as if with indifference, even as her body was warming up again. Her lower abdomen tightened viscerally in anticipation. “You’re getting really hard to please,” he said as they made their way back…
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His eyes darkened immediately to black, his face shifting into the subhuman, high-boned shape of an angry werewolf. The coffee mug hit the floor with force and shattered. Danielle froze in place. Oh, yeah, she’d gotten to him this time. She refused to flinch, even though her wolf instincts told her to stand down. “Tell…
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Danielle Howard surveyed her new domain. Another fixer upper. Who was she kidding? It was a dump. She ran her fingers along a wooden window ledge in the main room of the hunting cabin she and Lothar had just purchased cash in hand. Peeling paint disintegrated into a shower of dust on the boot trodden…
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The above audio I couldn’t write here. It was just the sort of thing that needed to be done adlib… 💕❤️😘
Darcy Branwyn 