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WindSwept Narrows: #14 Daphne Paddington
WindSwept Narrows: #14 Daphne Paddington
WindSwept Narrows: #14 Daphne Paddington
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WindSwept Narrows: #14 Daphne Paddington

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Daphne Paddington was coming to really enjoy Fridays. The admin personnel were given the option of longer work days for half days on Fridays and most took advantage of the perk. By twelve-thirty a lot of the residents at the child care were on their way home with their parents.

Then the fire alarm sounded.

She and Eve had trained the staff on the drills, so she stood to the side, counting and watching, stepping into the late February sunshine with a shiver. The dress she wore was a dark green and stopped just past her knees, the low heels working well as long as she stayed off the very damp ground. She moved to the fencing surrounding the play area for the day care, keeping an eye on the people gathering because of the alarm. Her hand was on the gate at the same time she saw an unfamiliar man speaking to one of her kids.

She swore softly when she saw Mina Alexander nod, a grin of childish excitement on her face just before she lifted her arms. Daphne shoved the gate open and took off after them.

Vlad Mircea had just mounted the large chestnut colored horse when he caught sight of the commotion across the large expanse of field. He spoke quickly into the ear piece he wore.

“Emil...Petar...follow me...Tallon...you have your sling shot?”

“Yes, Uncle,” came the instant reply.

“Aim for the man’s ankles...and aim well,” he ordered firmly, his heels kicking into the sides of the horse as the three older men took off toward the man running with the small girl in his arms. He watched the blonde fling shoes behind her before taking off at a run that his horses would envy, he decided, watching her quickly loop her skirt into the belt at her waist out of the way. The long, slender legs easily made short work of the ground beneath her feet.

“Herd him this way,” Vlad ordered into his microphone, the horses responding to the split second commands of the reins, the men skillful as they came to a careful triangle shaped trap. He saw the small stones strike at the man’s ankles. His nephew needed practice, he thought with a grim smile when the man looked up at the very large animals slowly fencing him in.

“Get the...this isn’t your damn...”

Another stone struck him.

“What is your name, girl?” Vlad asked brusquely.

“Mina Alexander...what’s your name?”

“Vlad Mircea...would you like to ride with me?” He moved the large animal carefully closer, his eyes on the man. “I can make her trample you without losing sleep. Hand me the child,” he said coldly, his hand out and wrapping around the little girl. He positioned her in front of him, handing her the reins that dangled. “Hold on...we will take you to the school...Emil...secure him until the police can arrive.”

“He said he was taking me to see daddy,” Mina said curiously watching the adults around her.

“Is that your mother?” Vlad asked softly, watching the blonde slow her pace and work on her expression.

“No. That’s Miss Daphne...she’s a teacher,” Mina waved excitedly. “Lookie, Miss Daphne! I’m on a horse! A real horse!” She called out with a bright smile.

“A horse...” Daphne came to a stop, her head back and eyes closed. “Thank you...thank you...” She said breathlessly, gathering her senses and breath enough to peer up into the darkest set of eyes she’d ever seen, his hair equally dark and blown by the winds around them, barely touching his ears. She caught sight of a tattoo peeking out from beneath the rolled shirt sleeves.

“I’m glad we were in the right place to help,” He looked over to see the resort guards taking care of the man his brothers had held. His gaze swung to the ground at the same time another woman came more sedately from the side, glancing from one to the other. “Is that your mother?”

“That’s Hope...she’s like a mom,” Mina said, holding her arms out and flying into the open palms held up for her. “I went for a ride on the horse, Hope!”

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 9, 2012
ISBN9781466102439
WindSwept Narrows: #14 Daphne Paddington
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Karen Diroll-Nichols

At this time books are on AllRomanceebooks.com or smashwords.com or amazon.com. I write what I dream. I dream because I can't always be or do. And I always write to make people think and laugh and feel. I hope I succeed. I've been creating what I believe we're all in search of. Friendships and romance; communication and pure, simple fun. Throw in some misadventures and misunderstandings, not to mention a few not quite truths, and it should be a roller coaster of laughs, tears and thoughts. WindSwept Narrows Resort & Casino - Modern, contemporary romance with the occasional mystery and usually lots of family issues. They're building a community that's not greed based, but on the well-being of all. Hopefully. Yes, there's lots of romance - sometimes more than one per story. Yes, there's really sensual and sexy scenes. Devil Hills is a town between Seattle and Spokane, on the edge of the snow capped mountains on the Seattle side. It's a shifter town...and a few others. And of course, just like our world, there are those who believe they know what's best for everyone. Yep, lots of sex, arguments and laughter. Typical human mistakes and misunderstandings - but with a little fur thrown in to complicate things. Independence: Bailey is the first entry into this series that should fascinate and intrigue...what happens in a life when a little Dom and D/s are thrown into it. Definitely NOT for the faint of heart...but it'll make you laugh and maybe even identify. Breanna...slightly more spicy with 2 smart, caring guys falling for 1 slightly mixed up barista who makes wicked coffee and loves cooking. While I haven't a series name - there is a follow-up to her coming out before the end of the year, Danea...a fishy little tale on the coast of Washington. A Red Crystal Romance - well...what to say...imagine believing you're at the end of your life. You live in a retirement home. You're alone. The past in your memories and just fatigue in your bones. You visit a small metaphysical shop, buy some candles that smell good and are offered a chance to fish in a caldron of crystals. Free and for good luck. When you wake in the morning...nothing will ever be the same again. Yes, some of my stories have more than one romance in it. Because it's not a bad thing to have friends *************** A bio - wow - I live to the South of Seattle along the coast in a small town called Des Moines. Gorgeous Puget Sound as our backyard, with snow capped mountains in almost all directions. I've been writing for over 20 years and in that time I have noticed how hard it is for certain people to embrace their sexuality, and very very few have the backbone to even discuss it! I think sex is a very important attribute to our lives and is necessary in order to live a balanced, happy and healthy lifestyle. It exists for exploration and simulation; it exists for bonding and pure, simple happiness at the whirlwind of sensations that can overwhelm and take your breath away. I hope that my stories simply depict that, ignite the fires within and maybe even give some pointers on how to please your partner in some new exciting ways. Bottom line: they are here for enjoyment. So read, enjoy and live the happy healthy lives we are all meant to live. Now - a dedication: I can't say I grew up with anyone encouraging me, and that's fine, they had things in their life they were dealing with. My parents and 1st husband and current in-law said it was 'a nice little hobby'. When you get that kind of reaction from people who matter, it has the effect that you no longer tell anyone. And no one ever asked what I did for hours on end over a typewriter and then VIOLA! a computer keyboard! So no one knew. Until I met and fell in love with my 2nd husband. He found the large file cabinet filled with thick manuscripts, filed in alphabetical order by lead female name. And he talked to me about writing. My writing. The single thing in my life aside from my two grown children, that I adored and cherished. They became my community; my friends. It's an amazing thing what happens when someone believes in you. Maybe it rubs off and you begin to believe in yourself, too. So everything I've created and set free on the internet to share are thanks to him and his belief and love. He helps me with words I know but that are stuck in my head floating around somewhere; he helps me spot gaps in my stories and we bounce ideas off one another for covers for my girls. He encourages me and has also come to learn some interesting traits about himself that he'd submerged because of a bad relationship. So we've grown together and continue to explore all that we can. He has my love and my heart and my gratitude for sharing a little of his courage and belief. Email: sarajane_97408@yahoo.com Website: http://www.facebook.com

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