vampires
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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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“So,” she said, snuggling up closer to him; exquisite torture, “when was the first time you held me, according to you?” “It was after your adoptive father kicked you out of the house.” He didn’t miss the bitterness in his own voice. “Yeah, that sucked.” “It put me into an even more difficult situation.” “I’m…
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What is something I would do if I was sure I wouldn’t fail? I would write about my werewolves, Danielle and Lothar forever, because I love them more than I can say, and then I’d share that love with as many people as I can so that maybe they can feel a little of what…
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I used to believe that hard work got you places, that the harder you work the better your life, or success, or… something would be. Now I think hard work just makes you tired and burned out. Work smarter not harder, I guess. These days I try to balance the different areas of my life.…
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A thank you to everyone that helped me pick out my new business cards. I was overwhelmed by how many people commented on that post! My cards turned out beautifully, and I love them!
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She was frowning at the phone, pale light making her skin look even whiter than usual, like ivory and snow. Like a queen. He beat back the sudden instinct to inject her with the venom that would make her immortal. How could he even consider? He wouldn’t do that to her. “It isn’t about the…
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“I’ll impress you later.” Every word was ripe with meaning. Oh, boy. She was going to enjoy that very much. She shrugged as if with indifference, even as her body was warming up again. Her lower abdomen tightened viscerally in anticipation. “You’re getting really hard to please,” he said as they made their way back…
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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 a little…
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His eyes darkened immediately to black, his face shifting into the subhuman, high-boned shape of an angry werewolf. The coffee mug hit the floor with force and shattered. Danielle froze in place. Oh, yeah, she’d gotten to him this time. She refused to flinch, even though her wolf instincts told her to stand down. “Tell…
Darcy Branwyn 