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Tangled Moon: She pulled on the ropes around her wrists for a time, but she wasn’t getting anywhere with them. Her wrists stung. She couldn’t see back there but she wouldn’t have been surprised if they were bleeding by now. Catherine heard something outside. A woman screamed. Shadows flashed past the windows and people were…
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Part Five England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) “I earned my knight’s spurs when I was seven and ten.” “Not six and ten? How careless of you.” She bit the end of her tongue, reminding herself to be more respectful. “My father refused. He said I was too young.” If he’d been…
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England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) Alana knew that she should be damned for what she had done. She likely would yet. Fantasizing about one’s new sword master was no doubt a sin of the flesh. Especially when one was engaged to another man. She wasn’t precisely aware of what went on…
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Part Four England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) While hating that her horse had bitten him, any chance to be close to him felt like—she wasn’t sure what it felt like, come to think of it, but her skin was feeling very tight all over again, reminding her of a snake trying…
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Part Three England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) John reached out slowly as if he thought he might startle her and brushed a curl off her face. It was friendship, she knew, but she liked it anyway. That he could at least be her friend was a comfort to her. Chester’s head…
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: “You’re getting sick, aren’t you?” Becca said, taking Molly’s hands and rubbing them between hers. “I’ll find a dressing gown for you to put on.” “No, I’ll be all right, really.” “Liam,” Becca called. His damp body filled the doorway a moment later. “She’s freezing. Warm her while I find…
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Part Two England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) His voice had a deep, somewhat hoarse quality that made her heart beat faster. He still had her hand. She realized it was probably because she was latched onto his. Alana pulled free, her face warming. Some things in life just weren’t fair. Unwed…
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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…
Darcy Branwyn 