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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. If you enjoy this book, check out my other one, Pushing Back Darkness!

TheOtherNoble · แฟนตาซี
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Climb every mountain

Mia watched Ford as he laid down next to her, looking rather worn out. Her eyes widened at his boldness, taking up space on the floor within arm's reach, and taking her hand in his.

Her gaze darted towards her father, who paid no attention. With a startled question in her expression, she looked back at Ford. He shrugged at her lightly.

"Some things have changed."

"I must have been out longer than I thought," She murmured to herself.

"I'm sorry, for snapping at you," Ford told her sleepily. "Grandpa told me a man doesn't take things out on others."

Mia blinked. "I suppose that's true of any adult."

"D'you forgive me?" His heavy-lidded gaze made her heart feel a little strange in her chest.

"Of course," She couldn't withhold forgiveness in the face of his unqualified apology.

"Thanks," He smiled a little and held back a yawn.