{"id":25085,"date":"2020-06-08T08:00:50","date_gmt":"2020-06-08T13:00:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=25085"},"modified":"2020-06-06T15:40:21","modified_gmt":"2020-06-06T20:40:21","slug":"newrelease-heart-thief-by-ker-dukey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=25085","title":{"rendered":"#NewRelease – Heart Thief by Ker Dukey"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n
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\nSeries: Sinister Fairy Tales Collection<\/span><\/div>\n
\nAuthor: Ker Dukey<\/span><\/div>\n
\nGenre: Dark Fairy Tale Retelling<\/span><\/div>\n
\nRelease Date: June 8, 2020<\/span><\/div>\n
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\n<\/a>Monsters come in many forms.<\/div>\n
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\nSome want shiny new toys to play with\u2014others want blood.<\/div>\n
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\nMona Walters dreams of adventure, of a world beyond the shoreline she\u2019s confined to. She yearns for vibrancy in her dull, mundane existence, but succumbs to the bleakness.<\/div>\n
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\nUntil the necklace her sister wore the night she was brutally murdered shows up on her door wrapped in a neat bow, fueling her to run away and seek out the person responsible for stealing her sister\u2019s life.<\/div>\n
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\nMona wished for more\u2014for color in her gray world.<\/div>\n
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\nWhat she didn\u2019t realize was just how much more she would get.<\/div>\n
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\nAnd that the world outside her own was soaked in red\u2014blood red.<\/div>\n
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\nThe world she dreamed of is made of nightmares.<\/div>\n
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\nA rich, influential world of two brothers\u2014and once they have her in their sights, they plan to keep her there.<\/div>\n
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\nHer father kept her secluded for a reason.<\/div>\n
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\nBe careful what you wish for.<\/div>\n
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\nThere’s a thief out there, and he’s coming for Mona’s heart.<\/div>\n<\/span>
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\nCold burrows into my marrow. My self-preservation to seek out warmth has my feet inching toward a roaring fire in a grand room lavished with furniture and rugs. This place is huge, like nothing I\u2019ve ever seen before. We live a minimal life with only the true essentials. Everything else is considered an indulgence, and that\u2019s sinful. Apparently. <\/span>

A graze scorching with pain to my knee makes me wince, the torn material of my dress rubbing against the broken skin. \u201cHello?\u201d I call out, inching closer and closer to the roaring orange glow of the fire. Shadows dance down the walls as footfalls sound just outside the room I was deposited inside by the man who said he was security. <\/span>

\u201cLook what the tide washed in,\u201d a deep rumble booms across the room. <\/span>

My hand wraps around my waist to ease the nerves. <\/span>

\u201cThis is private property. Do you want to tell me what it is you\u2019re doing docking here?\u201d The voice steps into the light, stealing my breath. <\/span>

He looks like a man from the stories Clara used to tell me at night when I couldn\u2019t sleep. Dark probing eyes seek me out, making a quiver of excitement and fear ripple through my body. Powerful arms fold across a broad chest covered in clothes I\u2019m not used to: formal wear, a suit. <\/span>

He has a confidence about him that commands the space he\u2019s dominating with his size. He\u2019s taller than me by a comfortable foot and a half. As he edges closer, the urge to run away sends a rush of energy to my legs. \u201cDo you speak?\u201d He narrows his dark orbs on me, bringing a hand up to loosen a tie around his neck. <\/span>

Moving toward a table set out with bottles full of liquids, he asks, \u201cDrink?\u201d<\/span>

The dryness of my throat aches. A longing to quench a thirst I hadn\u2019t realized I had has me nodding and pushing a meek, \u201cYes, please,\u201d past my lips. <\/span>

The quirk of his lips doesn\u2019t go unnoticed as he pours amber liquid into two glasses and hands me one. His fingers brush mine as I accept the offering, sending a spark over my skin. My eyes fixate on the contents of the glass. There are two mouthfuls at most. Maybe he can\u2019t spare more. I smile a thank you and lift the glass, taking a sip. <\/span>

A harsh burn explodes over my tongue, making me gag. \u201cOh God, what is that?\u201d I choke out, holding the glass out to give it back to him. A harsh laugh barks from his lips, making my stomach dip. <\/span>

\u201cYou\u2019re one of them, aren\u2019t you?\u201d He steps toward me, closing in around me like a predator would prey. I shuffle back, bumping my hip against a couch. <\/span>

\u201cOne of who?\u201d I frown. <\/span>

\u201cCult Island.\u201d He scoffs, snatching the glass from me and throwing the contents into the fire. It hisses and snaps, flames jumping out in retaliation. \u201cI should have guessed by what you\u2019re wearing.\u201d He smirks, his eyes lazily roaming down my body, making a blush bloom on my cheeks.<\/span>\n\n<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\nKer Dukey is an International bestselling author based in the United Kingdom. <\/div>\n
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\nDark Romance, Psychological Thriller, New Adult Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Erotic Romance. Ker, is an international bestselling author, with over thirty titles published. Her titles have held multiple #1 bestseller banners and have had rights sold to numerous countries. <\/div>\n
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\nIn addition to being an author, Ker is an annoying wife and a mother of three children + one dog (who thinks he’s human.) She has a passion for reading and binge-watching crime documentaries.<\/div>\n
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