fantasy
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Worth Fighting For: England, 1192 …“I knew you didn’t smell right,” Cedrick said. Oh, now if that wasn’t the most disgusting thing she’d heard in a long time. “You don’t smell like a boy,” he continued, pushing away from the tree. Jennifer held her ground, the knife in her hand but at her side. She
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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.
Darcy Branwyn 