Duchess of War Excerpt

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For this week's hook, I'm once again featuring my WIP, Duchess of War. Anya is getting to know her new maids, who also had served the former Duchess of Eodel.

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Amélie shook her head. "That's the strange thing about it. The late Duchess was an excellent swimmer, and she visited the seaside in Tynes all the time." Her voice grew bitter. "The Duke and Lord Tynes are practically brothers."

"Hush, Amie. Tynes couldn't have done anything." Margaud shifted on the bed, not wanting to jostle Anya.

Amélie jumped up from her place on the floor and folded her arms as she glared out the window. "Well, someone did."

"I don't understand." Anya's voice caught in her throat. She swallowed hard and realized she did understand and just didn't want to.

Amélie looked over her shoulder at Anya, pain and loss etched in her face even after all these years later. "We think she was murdered."

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Duchess of War Excerpt

Happy Hump Day, and that means it's time for another Hump Day Hook!

This little snippet is from my current work-in-progress Duchess of War, the full-length sequel to Of Hallowed Fiends and Darkest Fortune from Naughty Nights Press. Last time on Hump Day Hook we saw Anya on the horrible "morning after," afraid to get out of bed for fear she'd wake her new husband. Now she's been tended to, given painkillers, and left to rest by herself in her new rooms as Duchess.

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Anya shut her eyes, counted to ten, and opened them again. The same bed curtains hung overhead, cracked just a little to let a smidge of light in. 
 
“Damn.” 
 
She shut her eyes and counted to one hundred, wishing the entire time she would finally wake up and be home. It never worked. In her dank cell, she had counted to ten thousand and still it had not worked.

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