Title
Trapped
Genre
Fantasy Fiction (ghost, paranormal, epic)
MY REVIEW:
This is the first book that I've read
by this particular author though there are apparently more books set
in this world. It used to be that all I ever read was epic fantasy
and sci fi, though nowadays I hardly read books in that genre at all.
It was refreshing to return to that kind of world building. Epic
fantasy definitely has a broader scope to it. Everything can be
explained with “it's magic” which leaves a lot open to the
author's imagination. But the author still has to make it make sense.
I thought the writing in this book was really good. The world
building was interesting. The characters were sympathetic. I love the
cover, so pretty. I was drawn into the story and it held my interest.
I am excited to read more by this author and reading more books in
this series. 4 stars.
BLURB
Trapped
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.
Title
Trapped – X
Genre
Fantasy Fiction (ghost, paranormal, epic)
Trapped
– X
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.
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.
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EXERPTS:
#1
I
shouldn’t be... this is wrong. I should be... Her thoughts reeled,
searching for answers. On my cot, clean and bandaged, not...
sticky... and smelling like....
The
pervading scent of blood burst through her mind, creating explosive
tingles throughout her body. Sarenka’s scarlet eyes snapped open.
The lights of her freni-kyn hair sparked, throwing off bits of
glowing color. She threw herself backward, scrabbling to get away but
the chain anchored her there. Too close. Oh god!
The
master’s glazed eyes stared coldly across the short space. Her
stomach wrenched into dry heaves, sending shards of pain stabbing
through her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting off the
morning-after-nausea of the foreveron drug. A single pain-tear
trickled down her cheek before she forced her eyes open.
Dead...
he’s... dead. Dizzying relief flooded her senses. She stared at the
man’s broken body, lip lifting in a snarl. And he’ll never touch
me again.
#2
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.
#3
She stopped in the
tranquil garden to draw deep calming breaths before focusing on her
freni-kyn illusions. Unlike earlier, when she could not control the
color of her hair sparks, the illusions worked. Her face shifted into
a nondescript h’euman, losing its telltale heart shape and blue
coloring, while her hair fell to her shoulders in a coal-black mass,
shedding the characteristic freni-kyn lights.
Good... foreveron
wearing off... I’ve got at least a little control now. It
wasn’t much of a disguise and she knew it. A simple face, designed
to blend in, one she had been trained to make her first few days as
an agent.
The spicy sweet
scent of flowers rolled through the garden, reminding her of the
blood. She sniffed her arm and grimaced. Finding a way to get rid of
the blood before someone else smelled it would become paramount if
she didn’t get out the main gates immediately. Meanwhile, illusions
would mask the red smears and spatters, keeping her safe from
detection.
If... I can hold
the illusions long enough.
Sarenka raced across
town for the city gates,
grateful for the quiet slippers. Irritating beaded fringe slapped
against her hands and chest in tempo with her stride, making her wish
she had a knife to cut them free.
Time
to flee... find a different... safer... place. Quickly! Before they
discover the body.
#4
(Explicit
Edition only!)
“Now...
enough soul searching..."
Standing to turn towards him, Beth tugged her long skirt up out of
the way and straddled his lap. Her legs wrapped about his waist and
she used the leverage to grind against him.
Momentarily
distracted by his body’s response, D’trav closed his eyes and
moaned.
“We’ve an hour
before we open, and you’re not having a problem...
now..."
Lowering his head,
D’trav resumed the trail of kisses she had interrupted, alternating
back and forth between each breast. “I still oughta not done what I
did to the girl. Takin’ advantage of her being chained and all. But
you know how I am about that stuff. I felt...
I don’t know...
like someone else had control. Ever since then I’ve wondered if I’m
right in the head.”
“You’re my
kind of right.” Beth giggled. “You can chain me up any time you
want, luv.”
Holding out her
wrists, she pulled his attention away from the uncharacteristic
introspection. He wasn’t the type to spend a lot of time figuring
out why he did things and was glad to be brought back to the moment.
His gaze traveled from her wrists to her face, then dropped back down
to her breasts. The musky scent of her jasmine perfume wafted
upwards, luring him in.
D'trav growled
playfully and his kisses turned into nips. “You’re sooo bad. I
might be forced to go to the considerable trouble of spankin’ you.”
“I know...
I am.” Wriggling against him, Beth playfully pulled away.
Thanks so much for reviewing Trapped. Glad you enjoyed it. Also I saw the review on Amazon and wanted to thank you for it too. That was very sweet.
ReplyDeleteSince you mentioned the other books I thought you might want to know that the Foretold books are being reworked and the first one will be released before November. Love the background on this site. Has a sci-fi feel to it.