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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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This is a hard one to answer, but either I’m a writer or I’m not, and to write you need to turn yourself inside out and bleed all over the place. Or something like that… So, here we go. I try to come off tougher than I really am. I wear a lot of black,…
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Tangled Moon: …“I thought you were my friend,” she said, pulling uselessly. “I thought you cared enough.” She wasn’t sure why she kept talking, other than because she had a captive audience. “You are…” Her throat closed and tears burned her eyes. “You are everything to me, you stupid son of a bitch, and I…
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This isn’t a recent publication. It’s the second time that I’ve read it. It’s just such a fun book that I wanted to read it again. It’s a paranormal time travel about this woman that falls in love with a ghost from the middle ages and then goes back in time to save his life.…
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Worth Fighting For: England, 1192 …He hated even the thought of her knowing such things; would rather she’d been completely sheltered, as she should have been. He would have loved to have had a clean slate of her, no fear, no misunderstandings. Just their bodies, and how they could make each other feel… 😮Want more?…
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Tangled Moon: …He was silent. She finally managed to look at him. The pained expression on his face—it was as if she’d just ripped his guts out. “Lothar?” she whispered. He took a breath, leaned toward her over the table. She sat there, frozen by him. He flipped a lock of her hair that was…
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If I could live anywhere in the world where would it be? I have two answers for this. First, the realistic one; I’d move to West Virginia and live up in the mountains in a cabin surrounded by forest, and maybe even raise some steer. That’s almost doable. I’d have to leave behind my family…
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…What was he going to do with Jennifer? He was going to keep her. Matthew was going to hold that stubborn, willful beauty in his arms until she softened to him; to hear her startled gasp as she came to her pleasure for the first time. To fill her until neither of them wanted to…
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