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After the tumult of her high school senior year, all is right in Tasmyn Vaughan’s world. She’s attending college with her boyfriend, and she’s learning to control her powers. Everything is finally perfect, until it isn’t.
When her new part-time job leads to more than she bargained for, Tasmyn is thrown into a deadly fight against forces of evil that she didn’t even know existed. Mastering her extraordinary gifts—along with the strength of an endless love—may be the only weapon that can guarantee her a happily ever after.
Endless By Tawdra Kandle is the fourth Book in The King Series and has Excellent Reviews on Amazon.
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Excerpt:
When
the waitress left, Cathryn leaned toward me.
“Tasmyn, I’m glad we have this chance to talk. I feel like I know you, because Michael has
talked—and thought—about you so much.”
I
gaped at her in alarm. What did she know
about me? What had Michael thought? I swallowed hard and glanced down. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Come
on, Tas. Let’s not waste my time and
yours playing games. I’ll lay it on the table.
I know what you can do, and you’ve guessed the same about me.”
I
tried to do anything I could think of to block her from my mind. I didn’t trust her enough to confirm
anything, and I didn’t know what her endgame was.
“We
could actually sit here and have a conversation without speaking, you know, but
I don’t think you trust me enough yet.
So I’ll do this the old-fashioned way.”
She leaned forward and dropped her voice slightly.
“I’m
not here to make you uncomfortable or to confront you. I’ve been asked to offer you an opportunity.”
Now
every one of my defensive senses was tingling. “An opportunity? No, thanks. I’ve had my fill of those kind of
‘opportunities’.”
Cathryn
waved a perfectly manicured hand in front of her face. “Tasmyn, I’m not Nell Massler, and I’m
certainly not Marica Lacusta.”
My
mouth dropped open before I could stop it. My heart pounded; she knew so
much. It frightened me.
“How
do you know about them?” I whispered.
“I
don’t trust easily.”
“Of
course you don’t. I wouldn’t either, not
after the way you were raised and the things you’ve been through recently. But
I’m not asking you to trust me. I’m
merely presenting you with an option.”
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