Title: Heart Thief
Series: Sinister Fairy Tales Collection
Author: Ker Dukey
Genre: Dark Fairy Tale Retelling
Release Date: June 8, 2020
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Monsters come in many forms.Some want shiny new toys to play withโothers want blood.
Mona Walters dreams of adventure, of a world beyond the shoreline sheโs confined to. She yearns for vibrancy in her dull, mundane existence, but succumbs to the bleakness.
Until 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 sisterโs life.
Mona wished for moreโfor color in her gray world.
What she didnโt realize was just how much more she would get.
And that the world outside her own was soaked in redโblood red.
The world she dreamed of is made of nightmares.
A rich, influential world of two brothersโand once they have her in their sights, they plan to keep her there.
Her father kept her secluded for a reason.
Be careful what you wish for.
There’s a thief out there, and he’s coming for Mona’s heart.
Cold 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 Iโve ever seen before. We live a minimal life with only the true essentials. Everything else is considered an indulgence, and thatโs sinful. Apparently.ย
A graze scorching with pain to my knee makes me wince, the torn material of my dress rubbing against the broken skin. โHello?โ 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.ย
โLook what the tide washed in,โ a deep rumble booms across the room.ย
My hand wraps around my waist to ease the nerves.ย
โThis is private property. Do you want to tell me what it is youโre doing docking here?โ The voice steps into the light, stealing my breath.ย
He looks like a man from the stories Clara used to tell me at night when I couldnโt 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 Iโm not used to: formal wear, a suit.ย
He has a confidence about him that commands the space heโs dominating with his size. Heโs 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. โDo you speak?โ He narrows his dark orbs on me, bringing a hand up to loosen a tie around his neck.ย
Moving toward a table set out with bottles full of liquids, he asks, โDrink?โ
The dryness of my throat aches. A longing to quench a thirst I hadnโt realized I had has me nodding and pushing a meek, โYes, please,โ past my lips.ย
The quirk of his lips doesnโt 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 canโt spare more. I smile a thank you and lift the glass, taking a sip.ย
A harsh burn explodes over my tongue, making me gag. โOh God, what is that?โ I choke out, holding the glass out to give it back to him. A harsh laugh barks from his lips, making my stomach dip.ย
โYouโre one of them, arenโt you?โ He steps toward me, closing in around me like a predator would prey. I shuffle back, bumping my hip against a couch.ย
โOne of who?โ I frown.ย
โCult Island.โ He scoffs, snatching the glass from me and throwing the contents into the fire. It hisses and snaps, flames jumping out in retaliation. โI should have guessed by what youโre wearing.โ He smirks, his eyes lazily roaming down my body, making a blush bloom on my cheeks.
A graze scorching with pain to my knee makes me wince, the torn material of my dress rubbing against the broken skin. โHello?โ 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.ย
โLook what the tide washed in,โ a deep rumble booms across the room.ย
My hand wraps around my waist to ease the nerves.ย
โThis is private property. Do you want to tell me what it is youโre doing docking here?โ The voice steps into the light, stealing my breath.ย
He looks like a man from the stories Clara used to tell me at night when I couldnโt 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 Iโm not used to: formal wear, a suit.ย
He has a confidence about him that commands the space heโs dominating with his size. Heโs 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. โDo you speak?โ He narrows his dark orbs on me, bringing a hand up to loosen a tie around his neck.ย
Moving toward a table set out with bottles full of liquids, he asks, โDrink?โ
The dryness of my throat aches. A longing to quench a thirst I hadnโt realized I had has me nodding and pushing a meek, โYes, please,โ past my lips.ย
The quirk of his lips doesnโt 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 canโt spare more. I smile a thank you and lift the glass, taking a sip.ย
A harsh burn explodes over my tongue, making me gag. โOh God, what is that?โ I choke out, holding the glass out to give it back to him. A harsh laugh barks from his lips, making my stomach dip.ย
โYouโre one of them, arenโt you?โ He steps toward me, closing in around me like a predator would prey. I shuffle back, bumping my hip against a couch.ย
โOne of who?โ I frown.ย
โCult Island.โ He scoffs, snatching the glass from me and throwing the contents into the fire. It hisses and snaps, flames jumping out in retaliation. โI should have guessed by what youโre wearing.โ He smirks, his eyes lazily roaming down my body, making a blush bloom on my cheeks.
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Ker Dukey is an International bestselling author based in the United Kingdom.
Genres include:
Dark 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.
In 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.
Find her on social media, where she loves interacting with her readers.
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