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Linda Boulanger ...
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Life is busy these days! I'm finishing up multiple projects for other authors that are on my list of things to do while also working on my own projects :-) Currently, it's all about the Enemy ... Dance with the Enemy, that is. This full-length novel, inspired by the short story of the same name, released in July. Jump over to the BOOK'S PAGE and read an excerpt...
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My new release, Dance With The Enemy, is set in a long ago time when kings ruled and wise Masters controlled the strength of future generations. A simple injection – a serum containing a vial of blood and other unrevealed components – is used to mark the women, assuring desire in the man for whom she was chosen. Every year, a Dremis gathering of the maidens is held when the moon is just right. These young women, marked as children and who have now come of age, are sent to the Centrehead – the home territory of the King. When the King’s warriors are released into the midst of the maidens, they are forced to find the woman chosen for them through her scent (or rather his scent mixed with hers through the mingling of their blood), resulting in a half-mad frenzy that heightens already aroused animalistic needs in order to protect the strength of the royal bloodlines.
Elenya, a stunning young woman with honeyed-cinnamon hair and eyes the color of a perfect emerald, is also the answer to a prophecy that releases her family Drille from exile. Just past her eighteenth year, she finds herself among the Dremis maidens and quickly realizes something is amiss in the terrifying ordeal that is nothing like she’d imagined. There were warriors, and they were handsome, just as she’d dreamed, but they were not there to gingerly sweep her off her feet.
It only took a moment for her to realize what the warrior searching for her did not – that she was marked with the blood of her family’s centuries old enemy. Logic failed her as the leader of the King’s elite forces made his way toward her. She darted past the man with the night black hair, ignoring the pull of the marking as she raced outside … into his territory. She would make a run for the house of the Masters’ where she hoped to find the answer to her dilemma. There had to be a mistake. Surely fate would not force her to dance for a lifetime in the arms of her enemy. And if it did, would his blood flowing through her veins be enough to unite their hearts and fulfill the dreams of young love?