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Tangled Moon …Catherine should have been more concerned with where his family might be, or what other mythical monsters might be lurking unknown to her in the dark; the night would never be the same for her. But she wasn’t. It would’ve been smart to give thought to some way to break this link she…
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Tangled Moon: …She liked that, felt her smile widen. “Lothar?” “Hmm…” Even though his fingers caressed her hip, she could tell he was going to fall asleep soon. “I know we were married by a priest and all, but I think you might be my god.” He jerked awake, and then she felt his headshake.…
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Excerpt From Tangled Moon “You were my alpha,” she continued, her throat constricting. “I was your hunting partner. I was the one you traveled with and the only person besides your twin sister that knew the real you. And now that… that’s all gone.” She stood looking down at him, her body stiff and her…
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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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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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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…
Darcy Branwyn 