Trapped by E.S. Tilton #excerpt #newrelease

Trapped

Fantasy Fiction (ghost, paranormal, epic)

Without friends or allies she’s lonely, desperate. Yet she dare not reveal her true face for fear of what the slavers, mercenaries, pirates, and petty thieves will do. Caught within a broiling cloud of deception, where psychics and ghosts fight to control the twists of fate, Sarenka finds in the end that only one thing matters: Can the same illusions that doom her, save her?

This is a stand alone book in the Kyron’s World saga. Other books in the series include Foretold: Betrayal and Foretold: Seduction’s Blade.

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Trapped – X

Genre Fantasy Fiction (ghost, paranormal, epic)

When the Red Pelican Assassin’s Guild offered Sarenka a job she thought she was getting a safe cottage to live in while she spied on philandering innkeepers. She had no idea it would lead to wanted posters flapping in the ocean breeze and eating scraps from dog bowls. Branded a murderess, her only chance for survival is to escape Burmtin.
Without friends or allies she’s lonely, desperate. Yet she dare not reveal her true face for fear of what the slavers, mercenaries, pirates, and petty thieves will do. Caught within a broiling cloud of deception, where psychics and ghosts fight to control the twists of fate, Sarenka finds in the end that only one thing matters: Can the same illusions that doom her, save her?

“Enter a world of decadent opulence and primitive tribalism. Unleash your imagination and ride the tide of fantasy with shape-shifters and quicksilver demons. Lose yourself in a labyrinthine world, Kyron’s Worlde.”
This is a stand alone book in the Kyron’s World saga. Other books in the series include Foretold: Betrayal and Foretold: Seduction’s Blade.

This edition of Trapped contains explicit sexual material intended for adults only.

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Read an excerpt from the book:
Sarenka squinted, darting glances from the uneven ground to darkened doorways to shadowy alleyways and back again. The narrow streets were strewn with refuse and sometimes excrement, forcing her to take care where she stepped in the scattered torchlight. Unsavory smells assaulted her sensitive freni-kyn nose, making her wish for a scented cloth to hold to her face. An impossibility; it would make her a target, or worse, reveal her identity. The buildings leaned drunkenly, supporting each other with rickety frames, as though they, like their inhabitants, found solace at the bottom of a drinking horn. Bits and pieces of wood and shell and cloth were tacked to the outside, not as decoration, but at a means for holding the buildings together.

The sound of children’s laughter drew her to a side street where scrawny bodies threw dice and shouted with glee over their winnings. Half-eaten biscuits, a wooden cup, threadbare shoes, and a pinch of copper shavings were piled in the center, ready for the winning roll. She walked past, pretending disinterest. Rounding the corner, she stopped to wait for the sounds that would indicate the end of the game. The shout of triumph that arose, mingling with a chorus of curses, signaled that the time to move was near.

She held her breath at the scuffing sound of approaching feet. A child rounded the corner, head down, walking dispiritedly. She grasped the boy and jerked him into the shadows.

About the author:

E.S. Tilton BIO:
Avid gardener and costume enthusiast, ES Tilton spends her time petting cats, loving on family, playing with computers, and writing fantasy fiction. Despite a recent move to the country, she claims there is never enough time to follow her dreams, to whatever strange land they may lead. She is the proud owner of two cats, one lover, three children, and more plants than she can take care of. Her other interests include dancing, herbal healing, psychic phenomena, and, of course, pleasure.