Title: Enshrine
Series: An
Enshrine Series Novel
Author: Kay
Bennson
Genre: Fantasy
Romance
Pages: 361
Release Date: June 5th 2017
Book Description:
When Sage Wolfe is
accidentally mistaken for a peace offering, her world turns upside down. Dayton, the young, handsome, and insane King of Rosementh
whisks her away to his castle to be his bride with the promise that he can give
her the world and anything she desires. These offers becoming tainted as Dayton’s true colors show themselves; he is cruel and
violent and Sage vows to run away or die trying.
Just when Sage thinks she is
hitting rock bottom, a hooded stranger named Jonathan Kreider comes to the
castle. He doesn’t say much but his actions speak for themselves. Not only can
he wield a sword or shoot an arrow better than most of Dayton’s men, but he always seems to be a step behind Sage,
and though it should terrify her, for the first time Sage finds herself filling
with hope.
Sage is faced with a choice.
Should she run away from the wicked king who took her away from her family? Or
should she stay to learn more about the man who lurks in the shadows, the man
that makes her heart race and almost makes suffering Dayton’s wrath worthwhile? Sage is about to discover that
nothing is as it seems and everyone has secrets; Dayton, the man that calls himself Jonathan Kreider, and
even herself.
Excerpt:
Dayton’s men were standing next to their horses, loot
packed and ready. The walk to Dayton’s steed might have been less than twenty paces. Sage
convinced herself she could do it without breaking down. She could be strong if
she didn’t look anyone in the eye, but almost immediately she saw her mother,
and all Sage’s resolve vanished into thin air. The tears were instant, and she
pulled her hand away from her captor’s. “MOM!” Sage cried, and tried to race to
her mother’s arms. Several of Dayton’s men rushed to barricade themselves between Sage
and her family. The scene caused the Wolfe women, young and old, to sob. Other
villagers stood further behind and cried softly, the happiness of earlier
forgotten. “Let her say goodbye,” Dayton told his men, and they let Sage briefly reunite with
her mother and sisters. For a few moments, they all stood in a collective
embrace. “I’m so sorry,” Sage’s mother whispered. “I’m so so sorry, Sage. I’m a
fool. I’m a damn fool.” Sage wanted to agree with her but didn’t want what
could potentially be her final moments with her mother to be angry ones.
Instead she replied, “take good care of them, Mom.” Her mother nodded, and then
brought her oldest daughter even closer to her and hissed in her ear. “Someone
will come get you Sage, I promise.” Sage stared at her mother, seeing for just
a second the same knowing smile that had crossed her lips before Dayton arrived. “Who, Mother?” Sage urged in desperation.
“Who?” But before Tehila Wolfe could answer, Dayton called the farewell to an end, and his men pulled
her mother, Naomi, Nira, Eden, and little Ora away from Sage. Sage tried
desperately to call to her mother one last time, for any indication of who
would come to her aid, but it was too late. “It’s time,” Dayton said again. “Prolonging it will only make it worse.”
Crying softly, she let him guide her to his tall black horse. Once she had her
foot in the stirrup, Dayton helped her onto the saddle before he swung over
behind her. The closeness of his body made Sage’s skin crawl. Dayton’s men mounted their own horses and final
preparations were made. “Farewell Community, may you never forget this day. I
certainly won’t,” Dayton called. “Remember that Sage changed all of our lives
forever.” He spurred his horse and Sage’s body lurched forward as it took off
like a comet. Sage watched as her home whipped by her, as the buildings grew
distant. Just before the road bent, and Community vanished from sight, she saw
a man with olive skin and black hair standing by the edge of the road. He
seemed vaguely familiar somehow, though Sage was convinced she was so scared
she was no longer thinking logically. As they passed, she made eye contact with
him, his eyes were hazel. He looked at her solemnly before he took one of his
fists and placed it over his heart. Sage’s eyes widened as she tried to process
the gesture’s meaning, but when she looked over her shoulder, all she saw was
the bend in the trail. Community and the man were out of sight.
About the Author:
Kay Bennson is from
Northwestern Connecticut where she lives with her husband. She doesn't remember
a time where she wasn't writing stories (in fact, some of her best ideas were
forged in high school classes and at part time jobs). When she isn't writing,
she is a competitive Irish Dancer. Enshrine is her first novel.
Instagram: @kaybennson |
Title: Enshrine
Kay Bennson is from
Northwestern Connecticut where she lives with her husband. She doesn't remember
a time where she wasn't writing stories (in fact, some of her best ideas were
forged in high school classes and at part time jobs). When she isn't writing,
she is a competitive Irish Dancer. Enshrine is her first novel.
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