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Author Maddie James
Book excerpt from Entangled Book Three, Soul Mates: The Legend of Blackbeard’s Chalice
Fifteen years earlier…
The rock was smooth beneath her fingertips, and she made slow, lazy circles over its satiny surface. Kari stretched her fingers and laid her hand down flat on its top. Her right cheek rested against the cool stone—it felt good to the touch, she was hot from running—her lanky, twelve-year-old body lay tummy-down on the rock, curled slightly to her side. She looked toward the fields.
Although small and insignificant, she was snug and safe on her magic rock, smack in the middle of a field of poppies. The red flowers were her favorite, and she’d often steal away from the house and weave her way through the rows. She would pretend to get lost in the blanket of red, while searching for her magic place, but she always knew exactly where she was heading. Now, she was here, laying eye-level with stems, the blooms floating above her like a rolling sea. She loved looking up at the blue sky through a tumble of scarlet petals.
This was her place, where she came when she wanted to be alone. Away from Aunt Tassi who doted too much. Away from Richard, who wanted to be a father but wasn’t. Away from Tye, whom she hated with a passion, like most sisters would hate a brother. He teased and taunted, and she didn’t like it one bit.
But here…here she could be herself. Kari. She could lie on the rock, her cheek flat against it—like now—and feel her breathing slow, her worry go away. She was hidden, protected, and safe.
She’d run long and hard this morning, up earlier than everyone. The sun had not yet burned the dew off the petals, and her shorts and T-shirt were damp. She didn’t care. She wanted to be alone. Needed to be with her friend…
She didn’t want to face breakfast with Aunt Tassi, knowing she would bring it up. Six years. Six years today since her parents had died. Six long years.
She closed her eyes and a few tears spilled down her nose. Lifting her hand to her cheek, she swiped them away and then put her palm square on the hard surface again and rubbed her tears furiously into its porous face. In an instant, she choked back a sob and squeezed her eyes shut even tighter.
In her mind, her palm, soft and small, pressed into his from the other side.
Can souls touch through dreams and find their way home again?
Jackson Porter seeks to fulfill his mother, Claire Porter’s, dying request, and find answers about the imaginary lover who haunts his nights. His future, he learns, is in a place called Ohio, miles and centuries away from his barrier island home in 1745. The land, his dying mother tells him, is his legacy. She urges him to claim it.
In the year 2038, Kari Upton is driven to fight federal sanctions to save her land and her valuable poppy crops. Her upcoming marriage is one of convenience. Marrying Tye Gentry will save her Ohio farmland. There is no other way to gain power than to marry him and ride on his father’s political coattails to the state legislature.
And all would be perfect if it weren’t for those erotic dreams of a man with long dark hair who haunts her day and night….
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