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Tangled Moon: ❤️❤️Sorry (not sorry)❤️❤️for all the emojis but Danielle and Lothar ARE the reason I sit down at the keyboard day after day, even when it rips my heart out to do it. I love them, but they make me cry, but I love them, but they break my heart, but I love them.
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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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…“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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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
Darcy Branwyn 