fiction
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What’s the trait I value most about myself? I’m probably supposed to say something about how I love people, or I so easily relate to everyone, I’m super popular, or… um something like that. But that’s the Miss America answer. I think the trait I like the most is that I seem to be both…
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“I’ll impress you later.” Every word was ripe with meaning. Oh, boy. She was going to enjoy that very much. She shrugged as if with indifference, even as her body was warming up again. Her lower abdomen tightened viscerally in anticipation. “You’re getting really hard to please,” he said as they made their way back…
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Okay, this is kind of silly and I’ve never done a post like this before, butI’ve found I need to make some business cards because it’s a pain spelling my penname out for people so they can type in into their phones. (Must be the Y in Branwyn throwing them off.) 😕 I got it…
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Catherine came slowly awake. She blinked up at a high ceiling that didn’t look anything like her apartment. It was too pretty; edged with fancy trim. Her hands smoothed over satin sheets. Nope, definitely not her apartment. She noticed the scent on the bed. She turned her face into the pillow and breathed a little…
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His eyes darkened immediately to black, his face shifting into the subhuman, high-boned shape of an angry werewolf. The coffee mug hit the floor with force and shattered. Danielle froze in place. Oh, yeah, she’d gotten to him this time. She refused to flinch, even though her wolf instincts told her to stand down. “Tell…
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She seemed to have genuinely stumped him. His brows tightened in confusion. Catherine shrugged. “Maybe I’m just worried about you. Did that occur to you?” “Me?” She took another look at him, seeing past the vampire. As hard as it was, she forced herself past how hot he was too. “Mmm,” she sounded. “Okay.” He…
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Danielle Howard surveyed her new domain. Another fixer upper. Who was she kidding? It was a dump. She ran her fingers along a wooden window ledge in the main room of the hunting cabin she and Lothar had just purchased cash in hand. Peeling paint disintegrated into a shower of dust on the boot trodden…
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The above audio I couldn’t write here. It was just the sort of thing that needed to be done adlib… 💕❤️😘
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“I trust you,” Matthew said. “What bothers me the most is that both of you say things to me that I’m not allowed to talk about.” “She told you things?” “Down boy, not those things. But she tells me things about how she feels about you, and you tell me how you feel, but neither…
Darcy Branwyn 