romance fiction
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Tangled Moon: …He was silent. She finally managed to look at him. The pained expression on his face—it was as if she’d just ripped his guts out. “Lothar?” she whispered. He took a breath, leaned toward her over the table. She sat there, frozen by him. He flipped a lock of her hair that was…
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…What was he going to do with Jennifer? He was going to keep her. Matthew was going to hold that stubborn, willful beauty in his arms until she softened to him; to hear her startled gasp as she came to her pleasure for the first time. To fill her until neither of them wanted to…
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 …“You are really strange,” Alana said. She gasped as he bit down a little harder. At last he took her by the arms and pushed her back from him. She was breathing even harder than she had during their sparring session. Her eyes were fogged over. He let go of…
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Tangled Moon: …Nick opened the door knowing Danielle was on the other side. She looked up at him, standing out in the corridor with her innocent eyes. She seemed a little lost, like she had no idea what she was doing. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen that look on her face. He knew…
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 …She and Peter went into the woods and she realized that he was taking her back to their camp. “Let go,” she said but he wasn’t having it. “I’m taking you back.” “No, your not.” “Yes, I am.” He sheathed his sword and turned. The next thing she knew she’d…
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Tangled Moon: …“Stay here.” He ducked his head to look her in the eyes. “I’ll leave the door open and be back in a couple minutes.” “Now you’re leaving me?” “You don’t want to see this.” He kissed her quickly on the mouth and went in. The light inside was on a motion sensor. It…
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 …Casually, he sat back down in his chair, wiping his face as if to hide a smile. “Venus it is then,” he said, decided. Jennifer slid back on the bed until she was propped against the headboard. She tucked her knees to her chest. “But why?” she asked. She had…
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Part Eighteen Liam jerked off his cravat, tossing it at his bed. Blasted thing could choke a man to death. Whose idea was it to truss up a person’s neck like a Christmas goose anyway? Sitting down on the edge of the mattress, he raked his hands over a face beginning to stubble over. He…
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Look at what I got!!!! I’m really excited to make some recordings with this baby. Hey, anyone out there know how to use it? Never mind, I’ll figure it out. I think I’ll figure it out. My learning curve with this kind of thing leaves much to be desired, but hopefully I’ll get some decent…
Darcy Branwyn 