Brides of the Kindred
Book 14: Enslaved
Evangeline Anderson
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Brides of theKindred
Book 14: Enslaved
Copyright ©2015 by Evangeline Anderson
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Author’s Note #2: I'm very excited to let you know that I amin the process of turning all of the Brides of the Kindred series into audiobooks. The first book, Claimed, isavailable hereand is read by the award winning Anne Johnstonbrown. Readers are already ravingover her ability to get all the voices just right and she has also agreed to narrateHunted, which I hope to have inaudio by the beginning of April, 2015. If you've never tried an audio book,they are very easy to download and great to listen to during long car trips andcommutes, working out at the gym, or just while you're cleaning thekitchen.(Which is when I listen.) I find listening to a book gives it a wholedifferent dimension and I think if you enjoyed reading the Kindred series,you'll love listening as well. So give it a try!
Author’s Note #3: Please no piracy. The Kindred pay mymortgage now and without them, I’d have to go back to doing MRI full time.Since writing hot sex and complicated emotions is way more fun than shovingpeople into a magnetic hole all day, I would ask that you please buy your bookinstead of trying to find a pirated copy and encourage your friends to do thesame so that I can keep writing and you can keep reading. Thanks!
Hugsand Happy Readingto you all,
EvangelineAnderson January, 2015
Also by EvangelineAnderson
Brides of the Kindred books (in order)
Claimed(also available in printand audio)
Hunted(coming soon as an audio book)
Sought
Found
Revealed
Pursued
Exiled
Shadowed
Chained
Divided
Devoured(also available in print)
Enhanced
Cursed
Born to Darkness Paranormal series
Crimson Debt
Scarlett Heat
Ruby Shadows (coming as soon as my Muse gets over her mentalblock. Sorry guys!)
Stand Alone novels and novellas
Purity
Stress Relief
The Last Manon Earth
Blind Datewith a Vampire
Shadow Dreams
Young Adult, writing as Emmaline Andrews
The Academy
Compendiums
Brides of theKindred Volume One
(includes Claimed, Hunted, Sought and Found all in onevolume)
***Youcan also find many other books by Evangeline at her website***
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Kindred 15: Targeted excerpt
Mastering the Mistress excerpt
Kindred Glossary
About the Author
Also by Evangeline Anderson
Chapter One
Thrace S’ver was in the dark place. Theblack place. The place where no light could shine. Behind him he heard theslaver shouting out his wares, offering his goods to the highest bidder.
Me. I’m the fucking goods, Thrace thought grimly. Just like I was back when—
No. Don’t think about it. Don’t let it in.
The internal voice sounded like hisSire—the male who had raised him from the ages of six to sixteen cycles. He hadbeen in turns strict and compassionate, loving and stern and he had tried totrain Thracein the honorable and forthright ways of the Havoc. He had been Thrace’swhole world. Until…
Until he fucking died in a place likethis.
He tried to clamp down on the thought andthe memory that came with it but it was hard…so fucking hard. Especially withthe shouts of the slaver ringing in his ears.
“Slaves for sale! Fresh from the CarnalHouses—slaves trained to fulfill your every wish and desire—your everyfantasy.”
The slavers had injected his voice boxwith a paralytic which made it impossible to speak—nonetheless, Thracegave a silent grunt of derision. Unless whoever bought him desired to die andhad fantasies of being ripped apart limb-from-limb that particular claim wasgoing to prove false.
He took a deep breath and then another.Calm. He had to remain calm.
No one looking at Thrace would have known about hishomicidal plans. After a grim and completely silent struggle with the armedslavers who had beaten and stunned him into submission, he had retreated intohimself. Outwardly he was calm to the point of catatonia—his eyes closed behindthe blindfold and his breathing controlled—but inside his mind churned.
Never should have docked on Padge. Nevershould have taken a drink at that sleazy portside bar. Shouldn’t even be inthis part of the galaxy!
None of it mattered. All that mattered nowas getting out of here—getting his freedom back. After that he could return toget his ship, The Empress, out of dry dock and mount a hunt for his First Mate,Solar. And then he could spend some time taking the bartender who hadspiked his drink and the slavers who had captured him apart piece by leisurelypiece.
But none of that would be possible untilhe got free—and with the pain collar around his neck and the manacles that heldhis arms behind his back, that was impossible here. Better by far to wait untilhe was sold. And then…
Then I’ll kill the son-of-a-bitch who buysme and get the Seven Hells out of here, he thought grimly. Just like I did before.
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Captain Lonarra Trin stopped in front of the platform where ahuge male knelt, bound and blindfolded. His sheer size was what caught her eyeat first—he had to be six foot eight if he was an inch and his massive barechest and broad shoulders were ripped with muscle. He had jet black hair, justlong enough to run your fingers through, if that was what you were after, withdeep blue highlights that only showed if the light shone on it a certain way.His muscular arms were bound behind his back and his eyes were covered with ablack blindfold.
Kindred maybe. Or something akin to one. Really quite gorgeous,shethought in a detached way. But not for me. I need something a littlesmaller—not so ostentatious. Still, she lingered beside the raised roundplatform where the massive slave knelt, not quite ready to go on for somereason.