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Love knows no right or wrong. Love is. Only is.

Karen Marie Moning

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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
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Science Fiction Writer
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Cincinnati
Ohio
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Do you think a woman can give a man everything while still withholding her heart? We are not made that way! - Fiona
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As his other hand began to slip around her waist, his body brushed against hers, and there was no mistaking the thick, hard ridge grazing her jean-clad bottom. Heavens, did that thing never subside? The rest of him might be mortal, but his immortal erection certainly didn't scan to have gotten the memo.
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He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.
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Truth hurts. But lies can kill.
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But he didn't need to seek visual confirmation of what he'd just heard to know she had. And the truth was, he couldn't blame her. He'd not have let her die, either. He'd have moved mountains. He'd have battled God or Devil for his wife's life. She'd betrayed him. He smiled faintly.
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I'm not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I'm not the antihero, either, so quit waiting to discover my hidden potential. There's nothing to redeem me.
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When he'd pushed inside me and I'd feel him begin to penetrate, it had turned me into a wild thing-hot, wet, and desperate for more of him. With every kiss, every caress, every thrust, I'd just needed more. He'd touched me, I went nuts. The world dwindled down to one thing: him.
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