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Part Twenty-Six Molly followed her. “Does he do that a lot?” “Just for me and our mother, and now you.” “No, not that.” Good lord, she would need a fan for her face at this point. “Yes, he does.” “Why is that, do you think?” “Well, because he can, for one. He’s very observant, and…
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…The door to her father’s chamber opened before her and then Gilburn emerged. She took a step back. His eyes widened when he saw her. “My lady?” “Sir Gilburn.” She ducked her head. He bowed back to her. He smelled of sage now. Zipporah didn’t like it. It seemed so pretentious. Why not just smell…
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Songs from my playlist: Nothing Compares to You. Sometimes I choose a song and put it on repeat and let it play while writing a scene. Having the song change throws me out of whack at times and it’s just better I do it this way. This is the song I had playing while I…
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Tangled Moon: …He took out a fresh shirt, staring at it in his hand as if deciding whether or not to put it on. She looked at his bed, reeling inside. “Lothar?” she managed. How did a girl go about asking her best friend if he wanted to deflower her, anyway? He pulled his shirt…
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Tangled Moon: …She shook her head, taping the dressing into place, her heart hammering. “What is this, save life?” she mimicked his accent. He probably had no idea how to explain himself. “I am not like my uncle.” “I know you’re not like your uncle.” “You keep me.” Lothar paused, sighing. “Look at me.” She…
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Darcy Branwyn is the best author of romance I know. I feel like everyone should be checking out her stuff. My biggest regret in life is that I have … Romantic Stuff Go visit my friend’s blogs. He has two of them and has an amazing sense of humor.
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Tangled Moon: …“I think we should get a new bed too.” “Not in that Beemer you rented,” she said. “No.” Lothar stood, following after her. “We’ll have to get the van out of storage.” “Will it run?” He gave her a look that said it all. “I know. You put it to bed well and…
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He’s thousands of years old… Tangled Moon: 983 B.C.E. Firm hands held him back, one kilted palace guard on each arm. Re’Hotep strained against them, only to find the point of a knife under his nose as a third guard stopped him in his tracks. “You’re the farmer. The one with the beautiful mother.” “Let…
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Our plea is simple: let’s build relationships on love, mutual respect, and the willingness to bend when necessary. Minor conflicts should be seen as … Navigating the Sea of Bullshit: Building Real Relationships in a Digital Age Check out this post! 😮
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