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Late morning the next day, Danielle found herself stirring cream in coffee she couldn’t remember having poured in the first place. She realized she was flying on autopilot. She and Lothar had spent all night in the forest. A heavy rain had made hunting for vampires by scent frustrating, so they’d settled on a quick…
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 …Jennifer lifted her head finally. Her hair was sticking to her face and tears streaked her cheeks. That bare shoulder was taunting him. He felt trapped again between feeling her fear and her pain, and wanting, to be completely honest, to dry her tears by laying her in bed and…
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Oh man, I have to choose one? Forget that, I’m going with a list, and it’ll be pretty obvious why I’d like to meet them once I’ve made it. Jane Austen Charlotte Bronte Emily Bronte Edgar Allan Poe Shakespeare Bram Stoker Big surprise they’re all authors. My favorite book is Jane Eyre. I love that…
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Tangled Moon: …Danielle walked back inside and banged her cup on the table. She took up the sweater she’d left draped over the back of a chair and pulled it over her head. “Danielle…” He sounded sorry but she was beyond caring. “Don’t call me Danielle,” she bit. “Is your name.” He was still pretending…
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Tangled Moon: …Could any man be more confusing? One moment he was ready to defy his uncle to keep her with him, the next, practically giving her to Nick. She glared at Lothar but he ignored her. She knew it didn’t help that she had no idea what she wanted, but still, he could give…
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 …She sat back, looking at him with eyes that held all of her pain; pain she never should have had to experience in the first place. “They found us later of course. Jeremy sent me away to hide while he kept them back.” “He saved you, and that’s what he…
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I don’t live in a city. The closest city is an hour and a half away and I only go there twice a year to hit up the giant mall there for whatever I can’t get locally and would rather not order online because I want to see it—um smell it—first; like scented candles, for…
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…Danielle opened the door and tossed her tea untouched onto the ground. Lothar was so stupid. All these years and he still had no idea what he did to her insides. Autumn leaves were just starting to sprinkle the lawn and there was a chill in the air. Normally, she liked fall. Not so much…
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 …He liked that; he wanted to see her blush some more for him, wanted to see all of her face free of the swelling and the bruising—flushed with desire instead. Damn. What had he told Lizzy, that he had no plans to seduce Jennifer? He’d never had a noblewoman, something…
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