Legends of Deceit
Rebekkah Ford
Publication date: June 2017
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult
Rebekkah Ford
Publication date: June 2017
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult
They know her.
They want her.
They’re poised to attack, but then a mysterious warrior with piercing green eyes saves her and nothing will ever be the same.
When Haven Evergreen was twelve, a witch cast a memory spell on her. Ten years later, Haven comes home and finds her mother murdered and two hooded beings lurking nearby.
Larkin Vestergaard is part of an elite team of soldiers. He’s on a special assignment to save the daughter of his king. When he sees Haven, he’s shaken to his core. Could she be the girl he lost long ago?
Larkin escorts Haven to a magical world where mythical creatures both beautiful and frightening exist. The truth of who she really is unravels, tearing the very fabric of her life. Despite her fierce attraction to Larkin, Haven longs to be back home where things are normal. But she’s forced to embark on a new journey of love, duty, and honor. Yet the pathway is paved with deceit, and it becomes a journey of life and death.
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Our ranch style house was
nestled in the center of a grove of trees at the end of the street, away from
the other houses due to my father purchasing two lots on either side. We liked
our privacy, and my father loved his workshop on the south side of the house. I
was glad to be home, looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. I noticed all
the lights were off, including the one on the porch. Mom always left it on when
I was out after dark. How odd. Maybe they went to a movie I guessed as I pulled
into the driveway. I turned the headlights off and cut the engine.
Silence.
The air was even still.
My stomach dropped.
Something wasn’t right. I
could feel it in my gut. I stepped out of the car. A thick, earthy concrete
scent engulfed me—a sign of rainfall. As
I approached the front door, I reached in my pocket for the pepper spray,
pulled it out, and opened the front door. “Mom. Dad. I’m home.” The whole house
was dark. I pulled my cell from my pocket and turned the flashlight app on so I
could see. There was a lingering burning smell like burnt plastic. I crossed
the short hallway, the bright beam from my cell pointed straight ahead,
brushing over the family pictures on the wall. I stepped into the kitchen that
branched off to the left and flipped the switch on and off several times.
Nothing.
What the fuck?
“Mom, are you home?” I
called, moving my phone in front of me so I could see. Ick. There must have
been a dozen dead flies on the tiled floor, reminding me of the ones in the
abandoned farmhouse. I stepped around the island in the center of the room. The
toe of my shoe caught something. I tripped but grabbed the edge of the counter
while jerking my cell down, illuminating the floor. I screamed and jumped back.
In an instant my throat tightened and the tears flowed. “Noooo!” I quickly
backed across the room and collapsed to the floor. My heart raced and broke all
at the same time. With shaking fingers I dialed 9-1-1. Several sobs escaped my
lips.
“Nine-one-one. Can I help
you?”
My shaky fingers
fluttered to my lips, the tips pressing on them.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m Haven Evergreen and
. . . and . . .”
“It’s okay. Take your
time.”
My heart split in half,
and I bawled. “I . . . I . . . I just came home from Vegas and f-f-f-found my
mom in the kitchen . . . on the floor .
. . without her head.”
Rebekkah Ford is an award-winning author who writes paranormal fiction. She believes her fascination with the unknown derives from her childhood. When her parents were married, they were the directors of the UFO Investigator’s League. They also investigated ghost hauntings and Bigfoot sightings in addition to extraterrestrial cases. Rebekkah’s upbringing, knowledge and experiences with the paranormal world, along with her colorful imagination, aids her in creating her stories.
Rebekkah has an irreverent sense of humor, is known to annoy her beloved cat, Church, by singing opera to him (Rebekkah is tone deaf, btw), and she believes having a dirty mind makes boring conversations more interesting.
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