romance fiction
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Songs from my playlist: Falling (In and out of love.) After years of thinking she’d been friend-zoned, Danielle has had it. It’s pretty obvious to Nick and Kendra that Lothar is in love with her but she can’t see it, and Lothar is duty bound by that very love to protect her life, even if…
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Welcome to another episode of, Darcy forgets how to pronounce even the simplest of words. I, Darcy, your fierce but loving goddess, daughter of the great Aphrodite herself, hereby proclaim that you will become a member for exclusive content made just for you. In return for your adoration, I promise to keep you entertained with…
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My writing playlist: If I Ever Lose my Faith in You. It would take a few posts just to explain everything that’s going on with Danielle and Lothar, and what they stand to lose for being together, so I’ve decided to ease into that through several excerpts rather than info dumping on you guys. 🤪…
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Worth Fighting For: England, 1192 …Alana looked to John. “Would you like to?” Peter almost laughed at the blank look on John’s face. It was cruel, he supposed, but watching his brother come to that reckoning Peter knew he one day would, was gratifying. Or maybe that was sibling rivalry talking. “I would be honored…
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Here’s some Christmas music for you all. Enjoy. 🤣 🦇Merry Christmas, and remember… 🐺
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 …“I…” Pull it together, Matthew. Had you or had you not once served on the king’s guard? “Lizzy’s bringing us some food. I haven’t eaten yet today and I was training.” Her brow furrowed. “Why didn’t you eat?” Jennifer looked him over as if to assess if there was anything…
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Twenty-Three “Where exactly is it that you want me to take you? As if I’ve nothing better to do with my life.” She didn’t believe him. Molly decided that from now on she was going to ignore that side of him. Ignore him, when he was like that. “Where were you heading when you got…
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Worth Fighting For: England, 1192 …“I knew you didn’t smell right,” Cedrick said. Oh, now if that wasn’t the most disgusting thing she’d heard in a long time. “You don’t smell like a boy,” he continued, pushing away from the tree. Jennifer held her ground, the knife in her hand but at her side. She…
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