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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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Warning: I have a full house today so there could be some background noise. *Edited* Everyone left so I made a new recording. 😜 How does hard work make me feel fulfilled? I think it depends on the work. If I just cleaned up a room, or a messy pile that needed to be sorted…
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“Where should we put her things?” John called as Peter took the steps two at a time. “Need you ask?” “I told you,” he heard John say to Zipporah. Peter ignored her subsequent protest, leaving her arguing with John. Reaching his brother’s impeccably neat solar, Peter closed the door and sat behind the desk. He…
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He’d shown her around the house good-naturedly. Was there such a thing as a good-natured vampire? Catherine felt a little bad about it in retrospect. This place seemed to be stirring up a lot of things in him that she knew he’d rather pretend were either long forgotten, or didn’t bother him anymore. Truth was…
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If I had a million dollars to give away, I wouldn’t give it to an organization. I’ve heard too many stories about people doing that, and then having it get all weird; other people treating them differently, or the organization treating them like they’re somehow more important than regular people. It could also turn bad…
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Her head swam and she reached out for a bedpost. So much for desire… When Peter came closer she put up a hand to stop him. “Chamber pot, quickly.” He found one in short order and she knelt on the floor, Peter pulling her hair out of the way just in time. She looked up…
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The hardest personal goal I’ve ever had to set for myself is controlling my thoughts. The inner critic can be a real b*tch. Combine that with people that complain almost constantly about the state of affairs, or how hard it is to get by in life, and that inner voice turns into a storm eating…
Darcy Branwyn 