romance fiction
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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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“I just don’t know what to do with you.” Harriet Taylor handed her daughter, Molly, the society section of the morning paper. “Yes, I’ve already seen it.” Molly set it aside. She wiped her hands over the sprigged muslin of her gown. “I hadn’t meant to cause any trouble.” “You cannot go around making up…
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Deduction Part Forty-One “Argg… Liam.” Becca picked up his greatcoat, holding it out in front of her and eyeing it like it might come alive and attack her at any moment. “We’ll never get this smell out of here.” He picked up his fiddle. “Take that down to Mrs. Anderson for me, will you?” Her…
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Part Six “You feel different,” she said, rubbing her arms. “You’re harder.” Every muscle jerked tight at that. “What?” “You’re chest. It feels hard.” “Irregular meals and heavy labor,” he managed. “Your sword hand is scarred now.” She’d noticed. “Yes.” “Does the scar go up your arm?” He looked at it, mostly covered by his…
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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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Part Three “Bloody hell,” Liam said with no apology as he crossed over, passing the six foot mark. Molly stood stiffly. “I don’t need to be warmed. I mean, I would not want to inconvenience your brother.” “Don’t be silly,” Becca said, leaving them alone as if it was nothing. “I’ll have a talk with…
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If one could count on anything in life, it was death. The funeral service was over. The remains lowered into the ground. And now, he was supposed to move on. Somehow… Nick Shepard, Tangled Moon Part Two I was going to post something prettier today, but I hated every photo I’ve taken recently but this…
Darcy Branwyn 