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Does jewelry count? Well, you wear it, so I’m counting it. My two favorite things to wear are my Outlander replica ring, and my Twilight replica ring. (Yeah, Twilight, so sue me. LOL. Bram Stoker’s Dracula is my favorite vampire film but I do enjoy myself a little Twilight now and then.) Claire wears her…
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…She shook her head, not understanding him, and then the doorbell rang. She looked at him, once more and stood. “I’ll just go into the bedroom and close the door,” she volunteered. “Thank you.” He waited for her, then went to the front door, opening it. “Come,” he commanded, unreasonably angry over the intrusion, as…
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…Danielle had no idea how, but she found herself on the bed, breathlessly beneath his weight. She hooked her leg around his, finding that it fit just right like that. His hand slid over her thigh, hitched her other leg around him too. They were free. Wait, were they? Yes, they had to be. She…
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I’m not sure if this is the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make but it’s a reoccurring one. I have to choose daily whether to dedicate my life to my writing, or to have a life. It would seem that the choice would be obvious, right? Create a balance. Dedicate a certain number of…
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…“This is my fault,” she said. “I did this to you.” “Taking credit, Darling?” She leaned instinctively closer. He did smell good. “I was drawn to you from the start.” “I know.” Pain flashed behind his eyes. She lifted her chin further to his face as he stood over her. “I can’t let you use…
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Worth Fighting For: England, 1192 …He kissed her. “You’re not just adorable. You’re amazing.” He stopped, sobering. “I already started the rumor that I took you, Alana. That’s not going to settle well with our request.” “You said I was living with you.” He winced. “I may have given you the short version of what…
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Lothar shut off the engine. He hadn’t said a word to her the entire drive to the cabin. Danielle couldn’t take the silence between them. “I fell asleep, that’s all.” She tightened her fingers around the edge of her seat. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” he told her softly in Lithuanian. “I…
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I decided to try something new, so here’s a live-action reading! Don’t worry, the screen flips in a few seconds. LOL. Tangled Moon: And then he heard Catherine. He moved quickly, at her side in seconds. She was in his bed, on her stomach, writhing and clutching the sheets, her knuckles turning white. She pressed…
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Both. Ideally, both. While I love the ocean; the sound of it, especially the breeze, the scent of the salty air, and yes even the sea gulls, what I don’t like are the crowds. I don’t know anyone with a private beach so I only have access to the public ones that always seem to…
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