romance fiction
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Danielle knew that he was on his way back from the forest. If she focused she could tell where he was. She left the vampires carefully inside the darkened cabin and went out onto the porch. She was wearing her favorite jeans—that may or may not ever fit her again—while she still could, and an…
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Warning: I have a full house today so there could be some background noise. *Edited* Everyone left so I made a new recording. 😜 How does hard work make me feel fulfilled? I think it depends on the work. If I just cleaned up a room, or a messy pile that needed to be sorted…
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“Where should we put her things?” John called as Peter took the steps two at a time. “Need you ask?” “I told you,” he heard John say to Zipporah. Peter ignored her subsequent protest, leaving her arguing with John. Reaching his brother’s impeccably neat solar, Peter closed the door and sat behind the desk. He…
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He’d shown her around the house good-naturedly. Was there such a thing as a good-natured vampire? Catherine felt a little bad about it in retrospect. This place seemed to be stirring up a lot of things in him that she knew he’d rather pretend were either long forgotten, or didn’t bother him anymore. Truth was…
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Something that most people don’t know about me, is that I sleep with a stuffed dragon. Every night. Even if I take a nap (which almost never happens). He’s Toothless from how to Train Your Dragon, but I don’t call him that. I call him Drake. I got him at Build-a-Bear, and he has a…
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If I had a million dollars to give away, I wouldn’t give it to an organization. I’ve heard too many stories about people doing that, and then having it get all weird; other people treating them differently, or the organization treating them like they’re somehow more important than regular people. It could also turn bad…
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Her head swam and she reached out for a bedpost. So much for desire… When Peter came closer she put up a hand to stop him. “Chamber pot, quickly.” He found one in short order and she knelt on the floor, Peter pulling her hair out of the way just in time. She looked up…
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The hardest personal goal I’ve ever had to set for myself is controlling my thoughts. The inner critic can be a real b*tch. Combine that with people that complain almost constantly about the state of affairs, or how hard it is to get by in life, and that inner voice turns into a storm eating…
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“So,” she said, snuggling up closer to him; exquisite torture, “when was the first time you held me, according to you?” “It was after your adoptive father kicked you out of the house.” He didn’t miss the bitterness in his own voice. “Yeah, that sucked.” “It put me into an even more difficult situation.” “I’m…
Darcy Branwyn 