romance
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Worth Fighting For England, 1192 Zipporah looked up at him to find that he was waiting for her to finish. She let out a frustrated breath. “You’ll never carry a child, Peter.” Was he that thick-headed? He brought her back into his chest. “You’re worried people might count moons and talk too much.” She decided…
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Excerpt From Worth Fighting For England, 1192 “Peter, please,” she rasped. He kissed her again, harder, making her lips feel tender from the stubble on his jaw. He groaned, exploring her mouth with his. How had she lived without this? Need exploded over her body. “Stop me,” he said against her mouth. She reached up…
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Excerpt From Tangled Moon “You were my alpha,” she continued, her throat constricting. “I was your hunting partner. I was the one you traveled with and the only person besides your twin sister that knew the real you. And now that… that’s all gone.” She stood looking down at him, her body stiff and her…
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Excerpt From Worth Fighting For England The Year of our Lord, 1192 Zipporah slipped into her father’s sickroom. She closed and barred the door incase Gilburn returned, wondering when Peter would arrive for the day. She had to admit, if she had to choose, she would take Peter’s company over Gilburn’s, even if being around…
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Excerpt From Tangled Moon Catherine peeled her hair off her face to see him better. He was beautiful, in an ethereal kind of way. He smelled good too, not that she could name the scent. It was like nothing she could describe. He had long brown hair, tied back, and a trim—obviously—hard body. As if…
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Excerpt From Worth Fighting For Alana went to the bed. Tucking her shift around her, she sat cross-legged. She took up one of the swords, turning it this way and that, watching the firelight flicker over the mirrored finish. She frowned about her plan to have John lie with her. What if he didn’t want…
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Darling woke up next to him a few hours after sunrise. He didn’t need windows to know that morning had come; he could feel it, he always could, that point of transition. The setting sun was the domain of the beast, and the dawn belonged to the man. She stretched—of course she did. With no…
Darcy Branwyn 