romance fiction
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What would my life be like without music? I can’t even… It would suck. Music is such a motivating force in my life. It seems like there’s a song for everything. I make play lists just for that purpose, and when I’m in a mood, I go to it as my therapy. I have a…
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What’s the trait I value most about myself? I’m probably supposed to say something about how I love people, or I so easily relate to everyone, I’m super popular, or… um something like that. But that’s the Miss America answer. I think the trait I like the most is that I seem to be both…
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“I’ll impress you later.” Every word was ripe with meaning. Oh, boy. She was going to enjoy that very much. She shrugged as if with indifference, even as her body was warming up again. Her lower abdomen tightened viscerally in anticipation. “You’re getting really hard to please,” he said as they made their way back…
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Okay, this is kind of silly and I’ve never done a post like this before, butI’ve found I need to make some business cards because it’s a pain spelling my penname out for people so they can type in into their phones. (Must be the Y in Branwyn throwing them off.) 😕 I got it…
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Catherine came slowly awake. She blinked up at a high ceiling that didn’t look anything like her apartment. It was too pretty; edged with fancy trim. Her hands smoothed over satin sheets. Nope, definitely not her apartment. She noticed the scent on the bed. She turned her face into the pillow and breathed a little…
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My go-to album for good days, bad days, or anything in between is Queen’sIt’s a Kind of Magic. It was the sound track to Highlander, my favorite movie.It was a cheesy movie, I know, and the Highlander canon full of holes and misdirection,but I first saw that movie as a kid and it stuck with…
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His eyes darkened immediately to black, his face shifting into the subhuman, high-boned shape of an angry werewolf. The coffee mug hit the floor with force and shattered. Danielle froze in place. Oh, yeah, she’d gotten to him this time. She refused to flinch, even though her wolf instincts told her to stand down. “Tell…
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She seemed to have genuinely stumped him. His brows tightened in confusion. Catherine shrugged. “Maybe I’m just worried about you. Did that occur to you?” “Me?” She took another look at him, seeing past the vampire. As hard as it was, she forced herself past how hot he was too. “Mmm,” she sounded. “Okay.” He…
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Danielle Howard surveyed her new domain. Another fixer upper. Who was she kidding? It was a dump. She ran her fingers along a wooden window ledge in the main room of the hunting cabin she and Lothar had just purchased cash in hand. Peeling paint disintegrated into a shower of dust on the boot trodden…
Darcy Branwyn 