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Part One England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) Alana gave the reins a tug and Chester followed her beneath the arched entrance of the stone stable. She heard his voice a moment later. Some called him John the Merciless. She called him her new sword master—among other things—but only in the silence
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England, 1192: (This is from the same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) Alana was used to the shifting of a horse beneath her, but this was something else entirely. Both skilled riders, they naturally moved together with the rhythm of the horse. Her fingers closed around the woven wool of his tunic, her gaze wandering
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I got this book recently at Barnes and Noble. It was only ten dollars and it’s really nice. It’s got illustrations throughout and thick glossy pages. It feels nice in my hands and looks great just sitting on a table. I will, of course, be reading it too. 🤭 It’s such a nice looking book
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Tangled Moon: Part Three Her head felt funny as soon as he’d said her name. It took a moment for it to clear. “How do you know my name?” “Let’s get you to my car and then we can talk about it.” “Oh sure,” she said, “I get into cars with strangers all the time.”
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: …“Can you tell me why your name was in the paper?” he asked Liam. Setting aside his fiddle and bow, Liam took a cigar from the box on a table and trimmed off the end, taking his time at it. “Something along the lines of making London a safer place,”
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England 1192, …Alana was sitting on the bench, sipping from a mug of ale as if pondering on how best to teach them both a lesson. She looked up as they approached, squinting between them. She stood, setting the mug aside, and then she looked at John. “A word, my lord.” “Yes, my lady.” She
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Tangled Moon: …“I don’t dare leave you out here alone.” She looked around the quiet parking lot. “But there’s no one here, and we’ve driven for two hours.” “I can’t take that chance.” “No way you’re going to lose your bargaining chip, huh?” She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out, the pavement freezing against her
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England 1192 …Alana drew the sword in her hand smoothly, ignoring the extra weight, and pointed it levelly at them. “Defying a direct order are we, boys?” Justin’s eyes widened impressively, and Thomas took a step back. “I’d think that you’d know better.” Justin found his voice first. “I know you can wield that sword,
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: …“This has nothing to do with novels.” Harriet sighed and rubbed her temples. “The books don’t help any. You’re getting worse. Perhaps it’s the busyness of London. I don’t know. But you have to control your imagination. Stay out of other people’s business. You have no right to say things
Darcy Branwyn 