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Tangled Moon (A Werewolf, Vampire Romance) …“I’m not the one who bit him,” he said, looking at his coffee cup instead of her. His arrogance was showing itself. Here she was, trying to figure out what to do with this compatible man she hadn’t even been looking for, his mere presence threatening to destroy her…
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I love all my stories, all of my characters, but something magical happens whenever I’m working on Tangled Moon, especially if it has anything to do with Danielle and Lothar. I get this odd little tingle over my skin, and I feel suddenly more alive and whole. It’s weird, to say that a pair of…
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Tangled Moon: …He left the room, closing the door behind him. Another frail barrier, but the best he could do considering he couldn’t be very far from her until his family had been dealt with. What he would do about the attraction between them, he wasn’t sure. Maybe… well, it wasn’t like he didn’t know…
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Tangled Moon: …The night guard was inside, but he’d always been intimidated by Jonas. He took one look, and decided he had more important things to do. Jonas got her up to his rooms without any issues, taking her across the expansive living area to his bedroom. He laid her out on his bed and…
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Part Seven After sacrificing himself to a vampire to save her, he’d spent a month as a paralytic. His magic had eventually healed him, but his uncle, who was also High Councilor, suspected Lothar had become territorial over her. It was a serious defect in their kind. A shapeshifting male with Territorial Aggression could not…
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Tangled Moon: …She swallowed thickly. “Um… maybe we can just talk about something almost normal.” “What did you want to talk about?” “Is there any of that wine left?” “Yes. I’ll get you some.” He’d cleaned up the broken glass while she’d been in the bath. No sense in leaving glass where his mortal charge…
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Tangled Moon: …He’d been a soldier in his mortal life, trained to kill. He’d spent the first hundred-and-fifty years of his un-death killing, at times indiscriminately. Then he’d decided he’d had enough. Of killing, of Lazarus and his other sons. He was the only one who hadn’t been created by Lazarus. He’d been adopted. Eventually,…
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Tangled Moon: Jonas watched her in his antique wrought iron bed, her chest rising and falling as she slept. She was wearing a beige sheath dress that came barely to her mid-thigh. No ornamentation. She wasn’t even wearing earrings. That part seemed right. Somehow jewelry wouldn’t actually have enhanced her at all. She didn’t seem…
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Part Four She breathed in a long, slow pull, as if reading Nick through his scent. He couldn’t help but to breathe her in too. It was involuntary. She smelled as good as she looked, but he couldn’t place the scent, like some rare and expensive spice. Sweet. Exotic. Danielle’s brown eyes darkened to black,…
Darcy Branwyn 