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“Please don't tell me this is a werewolf novel or a vampire romance novel.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it's a historical romance novel.” "OH!" I was amazed at Athena's persistence in getting someone to read something she loved. “How did she succeed in getting you to read this kind of book? I know you are not the romantic type of man, not even the type who likes history.”

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I blurted curtly, peering intently into his eyes as he stared back at me. Slowly, he nodded and exhaled heavily. "I really wish it was a vampire girl that you saved from being raped. You have come across many in dangerous situations of both rape and assault, and you ignore them and walk away." He sighed, and every single word from his mouth was just pouring down like heavy rainfall inside my head. I closed my eyes tight, trying to shut away his voice, but I couldn't. Instead, they were echoing, and I was feeling every damn truth in them. Was it too obvious that I was feeling something special and different for that wolf girl?

VOLUME FOUR: A SADDLE CREEK CHRISTMAS ROMANCE PART 1: FAMILY CHRISTMAS-RUSTLERS AND ROMANCE Dedication: This book is dedicated to my late mother, Dorothy Viola Hoy Lowery Semple, who always supported me in my writing and was always the first to download?and leave a review. And without her dragging me to church every Sunday and to Candlelight Services Christmas Eve?I would not know the important?traditions or the true meaning of Christmas in my heart.

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NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

Lorenzo directly cut me off, “I’ve been feeling that you’ve been a bit distant with me. I’m wondering if my honey has fallen for someone else if you keep saying no.” I felt a wave of confusion and disgust. He had the nerve to accuse me of being unfaithful, yet he never admitted that he had left me alone and had an affair with Scarlett. This time, I would take back all my love for good. On the drive, Lorenzo chatted about his recent experiences. I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, completely tuning him out. As I buckled my seatbelt, my fingers brushed against something in the gap beneath the seat. I pulled out a pair of women’s silk stockings. They had clearly been worn. I si

Using my index and ring fingers, I carefully parted her slightly damp outer lips, then slipped one joint of my middle finger into the tight, tender opening, moving it back and forth to widen it gently. "Ah… Connor… I… I… it itches… ah…" More and more warm fluid flowed from inside her. Her eyes were shut tight, and her hips bounced and twisted on the horse's back with each jolt. I licked along her exposed neck. The hand that had been lingering on her breast grasped one soft cheek of her bottom and pulled it aside. With the other hand, I guided myself and, with the horse's movement, pressed the tip into her slightly parted entrance.