romance
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Sometimes when I do my readings I amaze myself, like this one…
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…Slowly, John curved one hand around her bottom, and then eased her into him. Alana could feel—oh. Being nose-to-nose put every part of him to hand, as if they were two interlocking pieces that only needed to be pressed closely enough together. She closed her eyes against him, her breath lost and her body demanding…
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Worth Fighting For: England, 1192 …Alana let herself go, for the moment. She didn’t have any choice but to be strong but right then all she wanted was for him to hold her. “I…” she almost wanted to tell him the truth; it felt so right to be like this, to spill each other out,…
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Worth Fighting For: England, 1192 …“I won’t just let you go, and even if you were to leave me I would track you down. Do you think that I couldn’t find you?” She hadn’t given that part much thought. “I assumed I wouldn’t make it through the winter anyway,” she admitted. It took him a…
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Tangled Moon: …Kendra Shepard was aware, from firsthand experience, that everything that went bump in the night had a perfectly logical explanation. One ready and waiting to kill her. She was startled awake by a scratching sound outside her window. She hated it when her brother was gone overnight. It was great that Greg and…
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Worth Fighting For: England, 1192 …Jennifer cast Matthew a warning look. If he was going to make things difficult for her, then what was there to keep her from doing the same? He didn’t seem to catch her subtle hint. Either that, or he didn’t care. Well, they’d see about that. The girl took all…
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Songs from my playlist: Take Me There. What would a romance be without the undead? (In this case, vampires.) 💀💘🦇 Tangled Moon: …Kendra returned looking scared. She tightened her white fleece jacket around herself even though it wasn’t that cold. Nick got in and started the engine. The girls seemed confused about who should sit…
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…She had chosen to maintain a respectful distance from the finer details of the mating practices of her species, but while in Lithuania, she’d heard talk of werewolves who’d damaged the mortals they’d had relations with. Or tried to have relations with. Such things were illegal for good reason. They bedded down with their own…
Darcy Branwyn 