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Intrepid Horizons is now on sale!

Intrepid Horizons

I’m so excited to share that Intrepid Horizons is now on sale for paperback and kindle! I absolutely love Dumped, my story from this anthology. It’s the story of a Unicorn’s Virgin who is dumped for the crime of turning thirty. When she’s left out as food for a dragon, things don’t go as planned.

I’ve shared a sneak peek before. Here’s another…

Gingerly, Neri lifted her pounding head. It was still dark—although whether the same day or another, she had no idea. Bewildered, she looked around. She was alone, in a field. Her travel clothes were gone. She was now wearing a white gown. A metal band was fastened around her ankle.

I’m chained to a stake in a field wearing ceremonial Virgin’s robes.

“Wonderful. I’m going to be Dragon food.”

The post she was chained to was well-rooted in the ground. The chain was sturdy, and the padlock at her ankle secure. Neri spent the better part of an hour searching for a stone to hammer against the lock, but there were none. Whoever had set the proverbial table had taken every precaution to ensure that dinner couldn’t escape.

A rhythmic flapping grew steadily louder, as a shape took form in the sky, spiraling, practically dancing through the clouds. Neri calculated that the Dragon was easily three times Storm’s size. In the moonlight, its scales flashed a soft blue. As it neared, each flap of its enormous wings caused the grass to flatten and the trees in the distance to bend. When it back-winged to land, Neri was knocked to the ground by the wind whipping across the field.

Neri closed her eyes, and hoped it would at least be a quick end. But nothing happened. She opened one eye, then the other.

The Dragon’s face was only a foot away from her own. Its head was cocked to one side.

“Where are my sheep?” it—she—asked Neri.

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