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Book Release: Broken Kei

I’ve got a quick treat for you – teasers for Jen Wylie’s Broken Kei! It’s the greatly anticipated 4th installment in her Broken series. Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite:

Chapter 1

Aro wrapped her arms tighter around Kei as the horse stumbled on the uneven ground. A gust of frigid wind whipped around them and she turned her face, setting her cheek against his head where it rested on her shoulder. He sat in front of her, legs hanging over one side, hands limp in his lap. Her thighs burned and her back ached from the effort of holding him for so long. Even thin as he was, she struggled to keep him in the saddle as the horse plodded along. She didn’t care. He was back and that was all that mattered.

He wasn’t conscious. Damon had broken his mind, but he was back.

Closing her eyes, she sucked in a slow breath as a tremble ran through her. Somehow, BKcoversm.jpgshe would figure out a way to fix him. Kei believed in her, Damon said she could, so…she would find a way.

“Do you need to stop?”

Looking over the horse’s head, she saw Baelan walking backward, watching for her response. The Elf moved slowly and smudges of black sat below his eyes showing his growing exhaustion, but he continued plodding along the frozen fields and leading the horse. She noted the tightness around his mouth. The Dragos paid a visit to his mind as well, causing enough pain to drop the Elf to his knees. Perhaps the pain still lingered, it wasn’t something they could heal.

“I’m fine,” she lied. “I just want to get home.”

Looking beyond him, she narrowed her eyes. The faint glow of the pre-dawn sky gave enough light for her to see the familiar road ahead. They were nearly back in Westport.

Nodding once, he turned and continued his careful and slow pace.

He would never argue with her. He would, in fact, do absolutely anything she asked.

She hated it. She hated him.

He’d killed her. Pretending to help her, he overdosed her on riath and left her to bleed out on the floor after her fight against rogue Elves intent on killing her.

The Elven pirate, Roan, saved her life. When he promised to keep her safe, she agreed to stay with him in the city. He didn’t, despite his best efforts. Yet, he sent Baelan and the bodies of the other Elves back to Rivenward and then took care of her once more. She died, but somehow, he brought her back.

Everything had been over…or so she thought, until her killer arrived on her doorstep, beaten and scarred and begging for her to give him a chance to redeem his honor. She’d almost killed him, but Bo reminded her she wasn’t that kind of person. She didn’t kill unarmed men on their knees before her. So, she let the Elf use his Elven rune magic and bind himself to serve her. She had no idea what to do with him, how to be someone’s…master. She hated suddenly being one.

He did anything she asked. He followed her everywhere, had in fact, followed her outside the city when she left to retrieve Kei from Damon, the Dragos who’d stolen him.

Baelan got quite the shock to find she went to meet a dragon. The terror on his face would have been amusing, except she’d been too furious to pay much attention. He kept her from attacking Damon though, and possibly that saved her life. Once the dragon left, Kei once again lost consciousness and the Elf helped bundle him in a cloak and hat and get him up on the horse.

She still didn’t trust him and doubted she ever would. Sometimes just looking at him brought forth such a sense of loathing she–

“I can hear you,” he suddenly muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. He glanced over his shoulder. “Or is that your intention?”

“I…” She didn’t know what to say. Embarrassment heated her face, which only made her angrier as she concentrated on protecting her thoughts. Though considering he was supposed to serve and obey her, she found his sudden comment almost amusing. Perhaps the Elf still possessed a bit of backbone.

“Even though your mind is closely guarded,” he continued, “you tend to let your guard down and yell your surface thoughts, especially when you’re angry. In case you didn’t know,” he added.

No, she hadn’t, but it didn’t surprise her. There were so many things she didn’t know. Roan told her to learn from the Elf, but trusting him enough…. She shook her head. Even knowing Roan was right, she shouldn’t waste such an opportunity, she just couldn’t do it. She wanted him gone, out of her sight so she didn’t need to be constantly reminded of the past. Hopefully he wouldn’t be around for very long.

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Jen Wylie resides in rural Ontario, Canada with her  two boys, Australian shepherd and a jw1A.jpgdisagreeable amount of wildlife. In a cosmic twist of fate she dislikes the snow and cold.

Before settling down to raise a family, she attained a BA from Queens University and worked in retail and sales.

Thanks to her mother she acquired a love of books at an early age and began writing in public school. She constantly has stories floating around in her head, and finds it amazing most people don’t. Jennifer writes various forms of fantasy, both novels and short stories.

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