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She watched as he retrieved her jerkin, battling within herself. She wanted to ask him but she was afraid to know. He held it out to her and she turned around, pulling her hair out of the way and letting him dress her. A blast of cool air came across the garden, hitting her in…
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This is from yet another work in progress. It’s not unusual for me to have several of them going at the same time. It’s for my Tangled Moon series. She went down the stairs, and then past the bookshelves, any lights she needed coming on for her as she went. She found him sitting in…
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Here’s another excerpt from a work in progress, just because I felt like sharing it. ❤️😘 “I’d hoped that maybe in light of my life soon changing.” She stopped and started again. This time she looked him straight in the eyes. “I was going to wait to say anything until later in the summer, but…
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This is from a work in progress, but I had so much fun writing it that I thought I’d share it here… She leaned toward him, her teeth grazed over his jaw, and then she found his earlobe and bit down harder than he’d expected. He winced—a surge of awareness burst over him—and then he…
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She looked at him from over her shoulder, biting down on her lip again; driving him crazy. And then she nodded. “I’ll bite that lip too,” he said. “I believe you.” “You’re starting to yes, but I think it’s going to take some time. You’re not an easy one to win over.” “Win over?” she…
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“You love someone who could love you back. Well, they could also hate you back, and that is meaningful.” No one ever said it would be easy, or that the path to love is free of obstruction. As a romance novelist I know this well. If it wasn’t a journey, my books would be twenty…
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She always came so easily, so perfectly responsive to his touch, his voice, his will even. Although she hated thinking of it like that. She was stubborn and would remind him vehemently that he was a man from another time, that he needed to remember she had the vote, or in other words, he had…
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She felt an ache, a longing she didn’t understand but felt compelled to follow nonetheless. Kendra lifted her face to his, to expose her throat and invite him to drink from her, as if it could somehow fill the hole burning away inside of her chest. Kendra Shepard hadn’t meant to get mixed up with…
Darcy Branwyn 