Bound

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For my girls. Every time I write a heroine, I think of you, my daughters. You girls are everything I could want in a heroine – smart and honest, loyal and brave. May you both find your happy ever afters, my loves.

Now put the book down. Until you’re at least thirty. Forty. Just put the book down…

Once upon a time, in a land closer than you would think…

The light made her eyes burn, so she was happy for the enormous shadow that suddenly blocked the sun. As her vision adjusted, she realized that the shadow had the most piercing eyes she’d ever seen. Meg Starke shrank back in fear. Well, she shrank back as far as the chains binding her would allow.

A deep voice said something in a lilting language she didn’t understand, and suddenly, the curtain to the tent dropped. She could see again. The shadow was a man, a beautiful, terrifying man.

“She does not speak Gaelic, Your Highness,” the small man who served as her jailer said softly.

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