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Synopsis: Serena knows a few simple things. She will always be owned by a warlock. She will never have freedom. She will always do what her warlock wishes, regardless of how inane, frivolous, or cruel it is. And if she doesn’t follow the rules, she will be tarnished. Spelled to be bald, inked, and barren for the rest of her life—worth less than the shadow she casts.
Then her ownership is won by a barbarian from another country. With the uncertainty that comes from belonging to a new warlock, Serena questions if being tarnished is really worse than being owned by a barbarian, and tempts fate by breaking the rules. When he looks the other way instead of punishing her, she discovers a new world. The more she ventures into the forbidden, the more she learns of love and a freedom just out of reach. Serena longs for both. But in a society where women are only ever property, hoping for more could be deadly.
SNEAK PEEK #1
My
insides hurt. I fold my arms across my stomach as they head out, but it doesn't
help with the pain. I move to follow.
Mother
touches my elbow. The touch startles me to a stop and she lets go. “I remember
when I was chosen by your Father. It was a troublesome time, but you can do it.
You're strong and your sisters need your example.”
I
close my eyes and shake my head before opening them again. “I don't think I'm
that type of strong.”
Mother
sighs. “Maybe not, but you still have to go through it, society expects it.
You'll have a new owner soon.”
She's
right. A warlock could ask to buy me at any time. There's nothing I can do
about it. I follow mother from the room, bowing my head with the hope that it
will keep further attention from me. But it's too late to hope. I will always
be owned.
SNEAK PEEK #2
“May
I kiss you now?”
No.
Kisses leave me feeling sick. “I suppose it would be for the best.”
He
leans closer. I want to pull away. Thomas's kisses were callous. Painful even.
The thought of more of that makes me feel queasy. But giving my permission
somehow makes it harder to pull away.
His
hand reaches up and brushes my face. Flecks of gold are mixed with the green of
his eyes. Suddenly, he scoops me into his arms and plops me on his lap. I yelp.
“Sorry,
I guess I should have warned you first.”
After
straightening my skirt with quivering fingers, I hold myself stiff. His nose
nuzzles against the side of my neck. Warm lips brush my jaw and sweep along my
cheek until they reach the corner of my mouth. My breath comes in shallow
gasps. He smells lightly of citrus.
I
don't move. His fingers tangle in my hair. His lips hover over mine. A nervous
flutter grows in my chest. The creak of the door opening spurs him into action.
His
lips touch mine. Flowing and sunny. They grow firmer. It feels so much better
than I thought it could. His fingers run through my hair, the tendrils falling
out of their confinement. Heat grows between us. He pulls me closer to him. Not
only do I manage to refrain from fighting him, but I want to draw even closer.
About the Author: Janeal Falor lives in Utah where she’s finally managed to
live in the same house for more than five years without moving. In her spare
time she reads books like they’re nuts covered in caramel and chocolate, cooks
whatever strikes her fancy, and enjoys the outdoors. Her husband and three children
try to keep up with her overactive imagination. Usually they settle for having
dinner on the table, even if she’s still going on about the voices in her head.
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