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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,…
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My computer is in the infirmary this morning and hopefully will be back by this afternoon. All I have right now is my phone and I don’t want to kill my eyes since I might want them. 😮 So…. Guess I’ll repost some older things throughout the day and catch you later! 🥰
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Tangled Moon: Part One …He lifted her slight body into his arms, recoiling at his father’s scent on her. At least his brothers hadn’t touched her. If they had, she’d have a hell of a lot more than shock to recover from. His brothers liked to use a beautiful woman for more than her blood.…
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Tangled Moon: Part Three …Her head cleared and she pushed away from the table, backing off. Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire. Of course he’d acted like he understood she’d been abducted by vampires. He was one of them. “You… You’re… That’s how you knew I was there.” Her vision…
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Tangled Moon: Part Two …She turned the knob and opened it a crack then peered through. It was dark on the other side. She opened it a little further, not sure what she’d find there. Not sure what she wanted to find there. It had to be morning by now, or later even. She’d been…
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Tangled Moon: Part One She’d hoped last night had been a bad dream, but that she wasn’t at home and the marks were on her wrists and ankles proved her otherwise. She felt her neck. The scabs were still there, sore at the touch. Vampires? She would’ve been perfectly happy to go her whole life…
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Tangled Moon: …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…
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Part Two Tangled Moon: He looked at her for a little too long. Then he took her hand. “My little one,” he said. Her heart gave a funny little squeeze. No one had called her that before, or anything really, other than in their way. “Where did you get that from?” His brow tightened. “I…
Darcy Branwyn 