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Wrong Book Right Time By Jennifer Talkington Copyright ©️ January 2026 No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without prior written permission from the author, except for brief quotations in reviews. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, companies, places, and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real e...
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WARMTH BENEATH THE ICE By Jennifer Talkington Copyright ©️ November 2025 all rights reserved. My name is Bryn, Shadow Fang of the Moonfell Pack. I am second only to Aric and sworn to guard his flank through storm and shadow. I have fought bear, I have run beside lightning, yet nothing matched the night the ice woke beneath our paws. It began with stillness. Snow fell thick as the breath of gods, coating Moonfell Forest in white silence. The lake lay black beneath a perfect sheet of ice, wide as the sky and just as unknowable. Even the wind d...
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Perspectives by Jennifer Talkington The Dress “Mum, you can stop staring at me like that. I’m not committing a crime.” “It’s not a crime,” she said, spoon paused mid-air. “It’s just... concerning.” That word , “concerning”, she used it like a sledgehammer wrapped in cotton wool. “I’m wearing a dress, Mum. People wear dresses you know” “People wear seatbelts, too. Doesn’t mean they have any style or grace!.” I tugged the hem down. “Jake likes it.” Her eyes flicked up. “Jake would like you if you were wrapped in used black plastic bin bags....
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