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“I stand there on shaky legs and stare at the man I'm in love with. "Dane..." I whisper, my words falling off. What the hell? "You went to my class, and took notes?" He nods like it's nothing. "Yeah, that's why I was late. The class is on the other side of campus. I'm sorry I missed the ultrasound, but I know you hated to miss this class." I swallow against a tight throat, unable to even push a thank you past my lips. "Dane," I repeat and glance into his backpack to see a book on pregnancy. I reach for it, and pull it out. "You bought this." "Yeah, I actually went over to Dartmouth Book Exchange. I didn't want anyone on Campus seeing me buy it." "This is so... sweet." "Hey, we're in this together, Kens," he says, taking the book from me and putting it back in his bag. “Go get that shower.” He gives my backside a playful slap, and emotions flood me and nearly bring on tears. He’s going though as much as I am and is still trying to keep things stress free for me. How could I not fall for a man like Dane?”

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Moving Target

In this gripping tale, a skilled intelligence agent confronts a relentless adversary in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse across multiple continents. The story unfolds with a blend of espionage, political intrigue, and personal conflict, offering readers a thrilling narrative that keeps them guessing until the very end. more

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“I take the comb from a pocket of my new dress and then hesitate. If I begin to untangle my nimbus of snarls, he will see how badly my hair is matted and be reminded of where he found me. He stands. Good. He will leave, and then I will be able to wrangle my hair alone. But instead he steps behind me and takes the comb from my hands. 'Let me do that,' he says, taking strands of my hair in his fingers. 'It's the colour of primroses.' My shoulders tense. I am unused to people touching me. 'You don't need to-' I start. 'It's no trouble,' he says. 'I had three older sisters brushing and braiding mine, no matter how I howled. I had to learn to do theirs, in self-defence. And my mother...' His fingers are clever. He holds each lock at the base, slowly teasing out the knots at the very end and then working backward to the scalp. Under his hands, it becomes smooth ribbons. If I had done this, I would have yanked half of it out in frustration. 'Your mother...,' I echo, prompting him to continue in a voice that shakes only a little. He begins to braid, sweeping my hair up so that thick plaits become something like his circlet, wrapping around my head. 'When we were in the mortal world, away from her servants, she needed help arranging it.' His voice is soft. This, along with the slightly painful pull against my scalp, the brush of his fingertips against my neck as he separates a section, the slight frown of concentration on his face, is overwhelming. I am not accustomed to someone being this close. When I look up, his smile is all invitation. We are no longer children, playing games and hiding beneath his bed, but I feel as though this is a different kind of game, one where I do not understand the rules. With a shiver, I take up the mirror from the dresser. In this hair, and with this dress, I look pretty. The kind of pretty that allows monsters to deceive people into forests, into dances where they will find their doom.”

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Book:The Stolen Heir
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