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Tangled Moon: Part Five He pushed her gently back but she tried climbing over him again. He caught her shoulders. “I need you,” she breathed, wiggling free. She got up into his face, too close to his mouth. “Jonas, please.” “I can’t.” Damn it, but his body was reacting without his mind’s permission. A young
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Tangled Moon: Part Four …He lifted her up, one hand under her head, her throat exposed to him. The marks that shouldn’t have been there made him angry. How dare Lazarus touch her? How dare anyone. He found her hand with his and her fingers twisted around him. Jonas lowered his head, smelling her directly
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I’ve been giving this some thought, and while I am of course very much aware of what a crappy world it can be out there, and that people trolling my blog is just something I have to get used to. BUT…. I’m going to back off on posting pictures of myself and from doing recordings
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Tangled Moon: A black SUV crossed the field; a Mercedes with tinted windows. He couldn’t smell them yet. Most cars were airtight, but he knew the two vampires were there. They waited as the car lumped over the uneven ground. Lothar had lost that tense stiffness from before. The werewolf’s black eyes gleamed with readiness
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England, 1192: “I have sway,” Matthew told her quietly. “I may be able to fix this yet.” She blew out a breath. “With what men? And how long will it take? For Christ’s sake Matthew, if you leave me for months on end for some fool mission…” He didn’t address that, instead he turned the
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Part Two Tangled Moon: The rats had gathered together and disappeared between two buildings, a black cloud of little bodies. Did rats do that? All she could do was to keep moving, no idea where she was going, just knowing that she needed to get away while she could. Catherine glanced back as she walked.
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Part Seven England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) “Am I wrong?” Matthew asked. “You’re fond of her. I gathered that much from your correspondence.” Why did he have to look so hopeful? If Matthew had any idea what his sister was doing to him he’d feel a lot different about the whole
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Tangled Moon: She pulled on the ropes around her wrists for a time, but she wasn’t getting anywhere with them. Her wrists stung. She couldn’t see back there but she wouldn’t have been surprised if they were bleeding by now. Catherine heard something outside. A woman screamed. Shadows flashed past the windows and people were
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Part Five England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) “I earned my knight’s spurs when I was seven and ten.” “Not six and ten? How careless of you.” She bit the end of her tongue, reminding herself to be more respectful. “My father refused. He said I was too young.” If he’d been
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