by Janeal Falor
Release Date: 12/02/13
Summary from Goodreads:
Katherine’s place is the same as any woman’s—on the shelf next to the dresses and bolts of cloth. When she’s sold to a warlock, life grows even bleaker. Her new owner is as old and rancid as he is cruel, driving her to do the unthinkable: run.
Nothing prepared her for being on her own. And she’s definitely unprepared for the warlocks hunting her down. But she must stay one step ahead because if caught, the best she can hope for is death.
Nothing prepared her for being on her own. And she’s definitely unprepared for the warlocks hunting her down. But she must stay one step ahead because if caught, the best she can hope for is death.
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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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“Where’s
your owner?” a male asks. Probably a tarnished by the looks of his
drab trousers, but I don’t dare look up. Now would be the worst
possible time to be caught breaking a rule.
“He’s…”
Where? Where? Think of a good lie. Think! “Not here.”
That
was not a lie.
The
male lowers his voice. “Is that so?”
I
nod. Of all the times to not find a lie worth believing, it has to
been when I depend upon it the most.
“Do
you have a delivery?”
“No.”
“Then
why are you here?” he sounds exasperated. I can’t blame him. I’m
being rather unhelpful, but this is all so new and what if it is
wrong? What if he won’t help, but instead, takes me back to my
owner?
“I’m
sorry. I believe this is the wrong house.”
As
I move to go, I finally chance glancing at him through my lashes. My
breath catches. It is a tarnished. Bald with ink slashed across his
nose, cheeks, and forehead. Most definitely a male, his muscles
visible even beneath loose clothes. With a very stern look on his ink
chiseled face.
“Are
you certain? You seem like you could use help.”
I
could use help. I need help. I wish so desperately that he could
help.
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