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Excerpt From Worth Fighting For Alana went to the bed. Tucking her shift around her, she sat cross-legged. She took up one of the swords, turning it this way and that, watching the firelight flicker over the mirrored finish. She frowned about her plan to have John lie with her. What if he didn’t want…
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What most people don’t know about me, is that I eat meat… I mean mostly meat, I mean tons of meat. Vegans beware. I just feel better that way, and it works for me. It’s not in line with all of that green this and green that. It’s not that I don’t care about the…
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I don’t really do lazy days. Okay, yes I do. I like movie marathons, usually The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings. Well, okay, there’s James Bond, Highlander, Harry Potter, Tremors and—cringe—Twilight… Gentleman Prefer Blondes, The Seven Year Itch… But no, I’m never lazy. Nope. Not me. How do they make me feel? Pretty…
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Darling woke up next to him a few hours after sunrise. He didn’t need windows to know that morning had come; he could feel it, he always could, that point of transition. The setting sun was the domain of the beast, and the dawn belonged to the man. She stretched—of course she did. With no…
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When I think of success, I don’t think of one particular person, but a type of person. There are plenty of rich, famous people who are miserable. A person that is at peace is successful, one that’s happily chasing a dream just because it’s what they do, not so people will think they’re so wonderfully.…
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He sat down on the trunk. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” John asked. “You’re good for her.” “Me?” He pulled the fresh tunic over his head. “Are you sure you haven’t been drinking?” Matthew laughed. “Very sure.” He couldn’t help but to think that Matthew’s faith was misplaced. He would do the…
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I believe a good neighbor is one that creates distance. What’s the old adage, about how strong fences make good neighbors? I don’t think that means that they should never talk to you. A neighbor that’s aware enough to know that something might be wrong is better than being ignored altogether. I’ve had neighbors that…
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Lady Alana of Berkley slid off her dapple-gray stallion, her legs stiff from an entire day spent in the saddle. She was an accomplished horsewoman, but unaccustomed to sitting in one position for so long. She looked around her new surroundings; Ravenmore, where she and her brother, Matthew, would be spending the summer season with…
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Lothar’s life would become a hell that not even the bravest soul could withstand; burning day and night for redemption, for the purging of sins that could never come. Eternal torture in the absence of all that was holy. Separated from his faith, his goddess…
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