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Write romance novels, it would seem. I hadn’t intended on doing that for free. Like any other self-respecting person I’d hoped to get paid for it, but oh well. I’ve got thousands, yeah thousands, of pages of material written, most of it up to the same standard those of you who follow my stories have…
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Part Seven England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) “Am I wrong?” Matthew asked. “You’re fond of her. I gathered that much from your correspondence.” Why did he have to look so hopeful? If Matthew had any idea what his sister was doing to him he’d feel a lot different about the whole…
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Part One Tangled Moon: She followed the rats around to a back door leading to an alleyway. They ducked through a hole in the wall and disappeared on her. “Thanks guys,” she muttered. “Maybe dogs are better at this job.” She reached for the door, figuring it would be locked. It just couldn’t be that…
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I’ve adapted just fine. LOL. This is kind of a silly question, I think. I know more people that work from home now, even my backwards small-town has embraced things like self checkouts and DoorDash. People seem to be driving less, staying in more, and having things delivered to their door. …Prices are up, it’s…
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Part Six England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) Matthew’s eyes widened. John needed to be more careful. He knew he stood in the best position to help Matthew and Alana out of this predicament, but unfortunately for them whenever he was around Alana… well, instinct took precedence over logic. John the Merciless,…
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Tangled Moon: She pulled on the ropes around her wrists for a time, but she wasn’t getting anywhere with them. Her wrists stung. She couldn’t see back there but she wouldn’t have been surprised if they were bleeding by now. Catherine heard something outside. A woman screamed. Shadows flashed past the windows and people were…
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I wish that I could say my day started out with a quiet cup of coffee, and some self-reflection with a journal and a deck of tarot cards. But it dosen’t. I still have two kids at home, they’re almost eighteen but they’re twin girls and my life can still be a bit chaotic. I…
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Part Five England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) “I earned my knight’s spurs when I was seven and ten.” “Not six and ten? How careless of you.” She bit the end of her tongue, reminding herself to be more respectful. “My father refused. He said I was too young.” If he’d been…
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England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) Alana knew that she should be damned for what she had done. She likely would yet. Fantasizing about one’s new sword master was no doubt a sin of the flesh. Especially when one was engaged to another man. She wasn’t precisely aware of what went on…
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