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By the King's Order by LadyGenevieve20
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She never wanted to marry again. Not after her dismal first marriage. King Henry VIII, besotted with his third wife, decides that he is going to renege on his promise that she would never have to marry again. Arranging a match with the newly appointed Duke of Kent, she is unhappy and frightened that her new husband will become just as the one that died. She is a woman wounded by the past and he is a man who sees life as a game. Will any happiness come of this arrangement or will this marriage be as horrible as the last one? Set against the backdrop of political intrugue, murder and backstabbing, do these two have a chance?
A Bottle of Hairdye by allwehearisradio
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A bottle of hair dye was all it took for Christina Hollington to erase her life and start over. She started out as a wide grey eyed, innocent sixteen year old, with bubbly blond hair, a single dimple on her cheek and a voice that wasn’t anything short of remarkable. She was a beauty, that’s for sure. But soon, little miss innocent gets a bitter taste of her first heartbreak and betrayal. Her mind is set after that day. Show them they were wrong. Make them see what they’re missing. A simple bottle of purple hair dye, and that naive Christina Hollington is replaced by Christina H, chart topper and singing star by eighteen. But the past isn’t gone for good. Bring in the ex boyfriends best friend, a touch of drama, a spotlight, and a cupids arrow, and we’ve got a tale to tell.
We Are Ireland by ScriobhneoirScealai
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What do you think of Ireland? Are you Irish? Lots of people have different opinions on Ireland, some good, some bad. Here's a poem about things in Ireland. Why? Well, because, We Are Ireland.
You know you're Irish when... by chocolatemushroom
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Sing to me by southofeverything
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She was the olive skinned brunette who waltzed into Josh's life bringing with her the light Josh so desperately wanted. He was the silent introspective man who forced her to divulge her troubled past. Neither one of them thought they wanted the other. But sometimes, life has a way of surprising the best of us.
The Gael's Apprentice (on hold) by TheGaelicGuardian
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In the elder days of Britannia, the chivalric code was slowly dying, and the knights of Britannia posed a major threat to the sleepy, peaceable townsfolk of Hibernia and Caledonia. Eothain of Hibernia discovers this the hard way, when a wandering rogue British knight attacks her hometown. Enter the Gaelic Riders. Natives of Caledonia and Hibernia, this band of brave yet humble and honorable warrior monks make a stand against the corrupt Church of Britannia and the forces of darkness infesting the lands. "So, little one, are you in?" (Notice to readers: in no way whatsoever do I have anything against the Roman-Catholic Church. This is purely a fictional piece of work. Thank you.
Memories of my Grandfather by VincentLam
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Often when I am asked about my new novel, ‘The Headmaster’s Wager’, I am asked about my memories of my late grandfather. This does not surprise me. After all, I have written a book in which the protagonist, Percival Chen, shares many characteristics with my grandfather. Percival is the headmaster of an English school in wartime Vietnam, as was my grandfather. Percival lives most of his adult life in Vietnam but is ethnically Chinese, and this is crucial to his sense of identity. In addition to being a successful educator and entrepreneur, he is a gambler, drinker, and womanizer. All of these qualities in Percival are inspired by my grandfather. I choose that word carefully – inspired. The book is a work of fiction, and is not ‘based upon’ my grandfather’s life. It does not memorialize him or recount his actions or memories. Instead, it picks up on a thread of his life, and an era he experienced.