Her hands cupped Marianne’s face. She couldn’t drag her gaze away from those strange, dark eyes.Her skin is really that smooth.Marianne fought for breath. The
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Marianne is about to find out there’s more going on in her backwater town than she ever imaged. The world is a vampire…
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I love rooting through second hand and vintage stores. Something about the orderly march of years being shaken and scattered onto the shelves. Things people
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I went questing for nacho chips and salsa. Came up totally empty, and cravings denied are terrible things. Though the ice cream was okay, I
