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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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Their sense of humor. (I really do like to laugh.) The way they express themselves, through humor or the way they dress, music, art, literature. Honesty, integrity. Wait, what was the question again? What makes someone unique? Well, I’ll stick with what I’ve already written, because let’s face it, there are a lot of people…
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Part Four England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) While hating that her horse had bitten him, any chance to be close to him felt like—she wasn’t sure what it felt like, come to think of it, but her skin was feeling very tight all over again, reminding her of a snake trying…
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I wanted to be a writer, believe it or not. I guess I have a one-track mind. When I was between the ages of five and ten I was writing short stories starring Slimer (from Ghost Busters)🤣. It was called The Adventures of Slimer, or something like that. I also wrote about a girl and…
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I used to be more driven. Anymore… Yes, I’ll say no to my goals, because sometimes goals can actually get in the way of my ability to live my life. The <clears throat> older I get the more I realize that chasing flying unicorns might not be the way to live. I refuse to die…
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Part Three England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) John reached out slowly as if he thought he might startle her and brushed a curl off her face. It was friendship, she knew, but she liked it anyway. That he could at least be her friend was a comfort to her. Chester’s head…
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: “You’re getting sick, aren’t you?” Becca said, taking Molly’s hands and rubbing them between hers. “I’ll find a dressing gown for you to put on.” “No, I’ll be all right, really.” “Liam,” Becca called. His damp body filled the doorway a moment later. “She’s freezing. Warm her while I find…
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Rowan Atkinson. 💖 Blackadder, Mr. Bean, Johnny English, I don’t care. I can’t get enough of this guy. 🌞 When I’m having the hell of a day I pull out my collection and binge until I feel better.
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