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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 …She slid her arms around his shoulders. His face was so close that all it took was the slightest movement on his part and his mouth closed over hers. Her arms tightened around him and her mouth opened as he kissed her as if was mandatory that he do…
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Tangled Moon: …She liked that, felt her smile widen. “Lothar?” “Hmm…” Even though his fingers caressed her hip, she could tell he was going to fall asleep soon. “I know we were married by a priest and all, but I think you might be my god.” He jerked awake, and then she felt his headshake.…
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My specialty is love potion. I make it all the time and sprinkle it on everyone that I meet so they’ll love me forever. Just kidding. My specialty is bone broth. Is that a food or a drink? I don’t know anyone else that makes their own bone broth so I’ll call that my specialty.…
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*Want more? Keep an eye out for my new subscription service coming soon. You’ll get full episodes of Tangled Moon and Worth Fighting For, along with my narrations.* Worth Fighting For England 1192: She came to her feet, limping on one that had fallen asleep. It was done now. She might as well be brave…
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 Zipporah looked up at him to find that he was waiting for her to finish. She let out a frustrated breath. “You’ll never carry a child, Peter.” Was he that thick-headed? He brought her back into his chest. “You’re worried people might count moons and talk too much.” She decided…
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What historical event do I remember? Several of them, but the one I want to talk about was a local event. I live in a small town. Across the street from me is a river that’s changed since the town was first settled, around the time of the Revolutionary War. My house is two hundred…
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I have a quick announcement to make before we get onto the good stuff. I hate this part, but I have to do it because I live in a world where I have to pay to eat… In a few weeks, I’m going to open up a subscription service through my blog. Anyone that signs…
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Excerpt From Worth Fighting For England, 1192 “Peter, please,” she rasped. He kissed her again, harder, making her lips feel tender from the stubble on his jaw. He groaned, exploring her mouth with his. How had she lived without this? Need exploded over her body. “Stop me,” he said against her mouth. She reached up…
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The biggest risk I would take is to sell everything, my house, the cars (Well, okay not my ‘89 Caddy. I won’t sell that.) and move to West Virginia to live in the mountains. Every time I go there, I feel at peace. To do it I’d have to leave my parents, and while they’re…
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