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Intertwined (Tangled Moon book two) …Finished buttoning, she watched him pull on his jeans, smiling in admiration at the long, firm lines of his body, feeling all hot and bothered again. Honestly, did the lust ever take a break? Was it like this for other females? Was that why Elena was so crazy? “It’s nice
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Tangled Moon (book two): …He watched her take as much as she could on her fork and shove the whole thing into her mouth. She’d been raised fully human, and had had no idea that she was a werewolf until her junior year of high school. It was impossible for her to fully accept both
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Not sure what to say. As usual for me, I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. So I guess I’ll say thank you, and that your support and kindness means more to me than you will ever know. ❤️ Darcy
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Songs from my playlist: Love Game by Timecop 1983 Tangled Moon (Insurrection) …It was mid-morning, and they’d gotten their usual four hours of sleep. Darling had woken just after he had, wrapped her naked body up in the blanket, and then tucked her cheek against his sternum, mumbling something about there being no reason to
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Tangled Moon (book two): *Quick clarification, since I know it can be confusing, but anytime we’re in Lothar’s head, Danielle is Darling, since that’s what he always calls her. It’s not him with another woman. 😲 I wouldn’t do that. It’s a huge pet peeve of mine in romance novels. If I’m reading one and
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I’ve talked about how I’d published books before, wasn’t happy with them, and then went into a sort of hermit mode while I figured myself out. I also started this blog, near the tail end of that time. But even in my most hermit-like moment I’d never stopped writing. I couldn’t shut my brain off
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Well, um, yeah… 😲 I kinda bought a book cover. I’m shooting for September 27th for my launching date. It was, I admit, an impulse buy, but I don’t believe in chance so there must be a good reason why I bought it. Like maybe it’s time to just publish this damn book! Long story
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Tangled Moon (A Werewolf Romance) …“I go to hardware store,” he said in his Baltic drawl, over pronouncing in that way that made her knees buckle. “I drop you off.” Could any man be more confusing? One moment he was ready to defy his uncle to keep her with him, the next, practically giving her
Darcy Branwyn 