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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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Gary

When the man who called himself Gary heard their footsteps, he turned on them.

"Which of you is doing this? You said you had no powers, Ford," The stranger glared at him with wild eyes. "Hallucinations? Is that what you do? Or did you conjure this, to prevent me from taking control of the tree?"

His nostrils flared with anger, and Mia suddenly felt as if she were quite cold, and dizzy. A great weight was pressing down on her, and her knees buckled.

"I have no magic," Ford responded in confusion. "What are you accusing me of?"

"Stop playing games and tell me who you really are," The man took a threatening step forward, and Mia crumpled under the weight of the cold, shivering and holding herself.

"Mia!" Ford looked as if he wanted to kneel and help her, but his primary focus remained the man in front of them. "What are you doing to her?"