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This Tangled Web We Weave
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Ongoing, First published Jul 13, 2013
Sol has me pressed up against the wall with his hands on either side of my face, leaving me no route for escape. "What did you call me, Luna?" "A-a prude?" I stammer, fidgeting uncomfortably under his intense gaze. "Would you like me to prove you wrong?" "What? No! I didn't mean-" My words are abruptly cut off by the feel of his lips against mine and his hands are now trailing traitorously down my lower back - oh my.
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Due to impulsiveness and gullibility, Luna Aurora finds herself thrown into a whole new realm where everything is as confusing as it looks. Sol de la Lumiere, prince of said realm, could be her only way out. But does he want to help? Not really. Will Luna take no for an answer? Not quite. Does Luna want to cooperate? Of course. Is Sol willing to do the same? Nah. Oh, what a tangled web they weave.



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