Sample Post from the Romance Genre this Month:
Jocelyn de Rochefort posts in Midnight Tapestry
"Joie - lynn," Faelyn had heard a man's voice, cooing, coming from somewhere inside the nursery. It was not her husband, Sebastien's voice, yet it was no less familiar to her ears. "What a little miracle you are," the voice continued as the woman crept closer to the sound of the voice, the racing pulse that could only belong to a baby’s mother pounded in her ears.
Faelyn turned the corner to see her infant daughter, Jocelyn, in the arms of the Fallen One. Azazel.
If he had noticed her presence at all, he gave no indication that he had. Instead, he continued to coo at and nuzzle the tiny infant girl.
"Did you know that your Papa, he was once dead," he wove his voice around the story, dramatically as if he were telling her a grand Faerie tale. "But your Maman, well, she asked her friend for help so that she could bring back your Papa from the Land of the Dead." Azazel nuzzled her closer now. "You are just like her, Jocelyn - just like your Maman, in that you know exactly what it is that you want. " he traced a line across her cheek and into the profusion of her dark hair with the back of his forefinger and bent to kiss her.
'No!' Faelyn’s voice rose up into her throat and stopped abruptly. When at last she could manage to speak, it was a hoarse whisper.
"Stop!" she said from the doorway.
Faelyn’s eyes narrowed at the Grigori. Every nerve in her body was as taught like a mother lioness prepared to strike the enemy that threatened her cub. "You will not mark her, Azazel,"
Faelyn drew herself up to her full height, gathering every bit of Fae glamour around her that she could muster. “Your business is with me.”
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