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Tangled Moon: Part One She’d hoped last night had been a bad dream, but that she wasn’t at home and the marks were on her wrists and ankles proved her otherwise. She felt her neck. The scabs were still there, sore at the touch. Vampires? She would’ve been perfectly happy to go her whole life
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Tangled Moon: …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
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: “Thank you,” she said, her throat tight. A tiny smile quirked his lips as he bent to retrieve her lost hair combs, setting them on the table. He’d lost his no-nonsense expression. “You said that already.” His voice had changed; it wasn’t as forceful as before. “Did, I?” “I believe
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Tangled Moon: Part Three …The rest, he couldn’t even bear to tell her. He could see only two options. Eventually he’d have to either change her, or to allow himself to be destroyed. He couldn’t imagine, ever sitting here in the dark alone because her soul had been released from that frail shell that bound
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Part Two Tangled Moon: He looked at her for a little too long. Then he took her hand. “My little one,” he said. Her heart gave a funny little squeeze. No one had called her that before, or anything really, other than in their way. “Where did you get that from?” His brow tightened. “I
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Tangled Moon: …He took up his coat and held it to her. Catherine pushed her arms though. It was big enough to cover most of her so it would do. She took her shoes when he handed them over, pulling them on with a look of disgust. “I hate these,” she said. “I can’t say
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Part One Tangled Moon: …Her brows lifted but she seemed more amused than anything. Her smile returned. “And who decides that?” She had him cornered but that was all right. Regardless of her reaction he’d enjoy watching it. “Men of means.” “Yeah, I thought something like that was coming. I majored in classical literature, remember?
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Tangled Moon: …Catherine took it, going to the settee. She seemed to change her mind and took the chair next to his instead. She put the glass down on the table between them. He went back to where he’d been sitting. Obviously, he wasn’t going to do any reading today. Not when he could watch
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Tangled Moon: “You know you never even asked me if I had a boyfriend,” she said as if trying to create some emotional distance between them after she’d gotten too friendly. He knew very well she didn’t, but played along anyway. “Then he should’ve taken better care of you.” “Maybe he’s sending out reinforcements right
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