romance fiction
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Tangled Moon: … “The both of you are acting like, like…” He waited for her. “Like I’m worth it.” Danielle blew out a breath. “Why wouldn’t you be?” She shrugged. “Need I list out all of the reasons?” “Do you want me to pull over?” he asked quietly; with a hidden warning. “No, just keep…
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Worth Fighting For: England 1192 …It was a few hours later before he got her fed and in their tent for the night. He tugged free the tie on her shift. She’d already combed her hair and it was spread around her shoulders and down her back. Her full lower lip begged to be bitten,…
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Tangled Moon …His brow pinched, and he got that look on his face, like she was ripping his guts out. His hand smoothed over her hair, and then his fingers wove through the strands, and he tipped her face back. “Lothar,” she pleaded. “I’m on a hair trigger.” “So am I,” he breathed, his nose…
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I’m sitting here, trying to function, and trying to make the audio for episode one of Tangled Moon without crying. I’m a sap, I guess, or something like that. It’s deeply emotional for me to launch this membership platform because it’s a vision I’ve had for some time now. I’ve self-published books before, and even…
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Tangled Moon: …Nick checked his phone when it chirped. There was a text from Lothar. She forgives you, it said. He let out a relieved breath. Forever disappointing Danielle was one thing he didn’t want on his conscience. He was glad they’d agreed to come for him themselves. There was no point in doing this…
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Tangled Moon: …Her skin was very soft. She smelled so good. Fertile. It mocked him, because the ability to produce a child in the natural way had been stolen from him long ago. The desire remained, in the part of him that was still a man. The part that wanted to leave some of himself…
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Tangled Moon: …A muffled grunt, followed by a short, feminine squeak woke Alessandro. His gaze focused weakly as he pulled struggling free from his nightmare. Eyes drew in on pale skin, pink-cheeked, golden hair framing face and down shoulders. A golden woman? A woman made of spun gold? By the gods, where had she come…
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Worth Fighting For England 1192 …John was coming back across the inner bailey, sloshing through mud and looking like an angry demon out for revenge. Oh, no. There would be repercussions for this, Alana knew. Heat flashed over her body despite the weather and she longed for whatever he had in store for her. Alana…
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Worth Fighting For England 1192 …”Do you see?” he asked. “You need someone.” He snorted. She wasn’t sure if that was male pride surfacing, or what. “Someone?” he asked. “I wasn’t even looking.” She smiled and bit at his neck. “Well, then.” “Don’t disappear on me like that again.” “Yes, my lord.” He groaned. “John,”…
Darcy Branwyn 