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Dreamwalker's Bride

“You are the least objectionable groom of all the ones I’ve seen,” Anaisa replied seriously. “Thank you for the glowing compliment,” Trace grinned, “but that didn’t quite answer my question.” ___ Anaisa is an orphan and a pariah. In an ultimate act of betrayal, her father, a Count of the Realm, is accused of deserting and betraying the army in a time of war. Not only is he immediately executed for the offense, but the king declares he must have been a fake all along! His two daughters are stripped of their titles and inheritance, replaced by a distant cousin and cast out of their home with nothing. Anaisa swears someday she will get her title and lands back, but in the mean time, she and her sister Katia have to figure out how to survive. Trace is an anomaly among his people; instead of revealing their son as a magic user and thrusting him into the public eye, his parents kept it a secret to allow him to choose the kind of life he wanted. Trace found himself content to rest and play in his own dream world instead of invading the nighttime visions of others. As an adult, his choice to remain unknown is thrown into jeopardy when a mysterious blackmailer forces Trace to enlist in the territorial war between nations, threatening to reveal his secret if the demand is not met. With the war now over, Trace believes he can finally go home to his farm and live the simple, unremarkable life he’s always desired. When Anaisa and Trace are thrown together by a royal edict, the sisters find themselves unwittingly tangled in the web of mystery and intrigue that surrounds the blackmailer’s escalating assignments for Trace. Anaisa begins to suspect it may be connected to the plot to replace her family in the noble court. As the scheme continues to unfold, lives, loves, marriages, and magic will be put to the test to see what forces in the world are strongest.

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Moving closer

Mia glanced around the group, intentionally trying not to search for anything for a moment. Just because she'd had an initial bit of success channeling her magic more precisely–and less overwhelmingly–didn't mean she should push it.

Anaisa chewed her lip, looking at Martin.

"I can only think of three reasons, with my experience as a Countess and as the wife of a short-term royal guard," Her lips twitched slightly as she mentioned the position with a hint of irony. "I don't like any of them."

"What are they?" Martin asked hesitantly.

"Firstly, that there is something so dangerous outside that they've withdrawn inside to defend the fortress from within, but given that we haven't encountered anything ourselves, that seems unlikely."

"What's the second guess?" Grandpa asked gravely, and Anaisa frowned towards the obsidian edifice.