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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
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He sat down on the trunk. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” John asked. “You’re good for her.” “Me?” He pulled the fresh tunic over his head. “Are you sure you haven’t been drinking?” Matthew laughed. “Very sure.” He couldn’t help but to think that Matthew’s faith was misplaced. He would do the
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Lady Alana of Berkley slid off her dapple-gray stallion, her legs stiff from an entire day spent in the saddle. She was an accomplished horsewoman, but unaccustomed to sitting in one position for so long. She looked around her new surroundings; Ravenmore, where she and her brother, Matthew, would be spending the summer season with
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Lothar’s life would become a hell that not even the bravest soul could withstand; burning day and night for redemption, for the purging of sins that could never come. Eternal torture in the absence of all that was holy. Separated from his faith, his goddess…
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Lothar reached out, catching her off guard. She jerked back before realizing his intentions. His palm formed neatly around the back of her head. He drew her closer, Danielle having to take two steps to meet up with him. She looked at his face as he hovered there over her, his scent obliterating Nick’s. “I…”
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Not to get political, but does anyone else feel like the government is pulling a Weekend at Bernie’s on us with Joe Biden? Just wondering.
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Danielle knew that he was on his way back from the forest. If she focused she could tell where he was. She left the vampires carefully inside the darkened cabin and went out onto the porch. She was wearing her favorite jeans—that may or may not ever fit her again—while she still could, and an
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