romance fiction
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Tangled Moon: ❤️🔥…He breathed in, and then he bent further, Danielle lifting her chin for him as he kissed her neck. She felt his fangs against her skin, softly, dragging—harmlessly—with the promise of the fierceness of the wolf now tamed for her pleasure….💗💝
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Tangled Moon: …“Way too much trauma,” she said. It was true. What had happened between them—to them—fifteen years ago still felt like a massive ball of pain that just kept coming back to roll them over and over again. What the hell was wrong with them? Why didn’t they just get over it already? She…
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…That was why they both needed it like this, as if they could somehow heal the fractures within themselves by pretending to fix the past. Damn, no—she felt her throat closing up and tears burning her eyes. Damnit, Danielle, not now. Stop with the tears. One broke free from her lashes, rolling down her cheek.…
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I usually don’t do this. Usually I schedule all my posts ahead of time and plan out exactly what I’m doing, but I’m in a weird mood, I guess. I’m sitting here listening to the above song on repeat, and writing this: ❤️💔Danielle and Lothar: 💔❤️ (Damn but I wish you two were real people.…
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…From what he understood of the church, she was more than likely to be abused by the priests; it wouldn’t be good for a woman like her. “Your best life would be as a wife,” he told her seriously. She blew out a breath and glared at him. “And do I get to have a…
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Tangled Moon: ❤️❤️Sorry (not sorry)❤️❤️for all the emojis but Danielle and Lothar ARE the reason I sit down at the keyboard day after day, even when it rips my heart out to do it. I love them, but they make me cry, but I love them, but they break my heart, but I love them.…
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…She shook her head, not understanding him, and then the doorbell rang. She looked at him, once more and stood. “I’ll just go into the bedroom and close the door,” she volunteered. “Thank you.” He waited for her, then went to the front door, opening it. “Come,” he commanded, unreasonably angry over the intrusion, as…
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…Danielle had no idea how, but she found herself on the bed, breathlessly beneath his weight. She hooked her leg around his, finding that it fit just right like that. His hand slid over her thigh, hitched her other leg around him too. They were free. Wait, were they? Yes, they had to be. She…
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…“This is my fault,” she said. “I did this to you.” “Taking credit, Darling?” She leaned instinctively closer. He did smell good. “I was drawn to you from the start.” “I know.” Pain flashed behind his eyes. She lifted her chin further to his face as he stood over her. “I can’t let you use…
Darcy Branwyn 