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Unbound, Book 5

Paranormal Romance, Suspense, Dark Fantasy

Release Date: January 20, 2023

Publisher: Changeling Press, LLC

When Marissa learns her abusive husband, Arfon Hanson, plans to murder her
so he can take another wife, Marissa flees. She hopes to find sanctuary at
the convent where she was educated, but fate intervenes when Steffan Gwinett
rescues her from the henchmen Arfon sent to bring her back.

Years ago, Marissa and Steffan had been in love, but her father broke off
their relationship, sending her away. Their chance meeting rekindles all
their old feelings for each other. After they make love, Steffan vows to
expose Arfon for a would-be murderer.

Marissa won’t let Steffan take on the dangerous job alone. She
disguises herself as a boy, and they begin an investigation of Arfon. They
get more than they bargained for when they discover her husband is the
leader of a demon-worshiping cult — and is making plans to offer a local
boy as a sacrifice. Can they rescue the victim and find a happy ever after
for themselves?

EXCERPT

Copyright ©2023 Rebecca York

Steffan Gwinett rode past the darkened house and dismounted in the pasture
where Darias, his horse, could graze as he would. The moon was almost full,
and the sky danced with stars, the heavens giving him enough light to guide
his steps. He stood for a moment looking toward the spot where the bee boxes
had stood. He could see no sign of them now.

“I’ll be back soon,” he said to his steed, before turning
toward the cottage.

It was not an imposing dwelling. The main room had a packed dirt floor.
When he’d lived there, the only furnishings had been a large fireplace
for warmth and cooking and a table and chairs for sitting and eating. Up
above, on the opposite side from the fireplace, was a narrow loft where he
had slept. Beyond the main room lay another, barely large enough for a
mattress, where his parents had slept until his mother had died. Then it was
only Steffan and his grizzled old father — until his father, too, had
succumbed to years of hard labor.

Steffan’s father had been a farmer whose fortunes rose and fell with
the vagaries of the weather. When the crops were good they ate well, with
extra coin for buying necessities they could not make themselves. Sometimes
they could even afford a few luxuries, like sturdy fabric for his mother to
sew into clothing.

Steffan had known that hardscrabble life was not for him. He’d
dreamed of running off with the girl he loved, though that had only been a
foolish fancy.

After reality had crashed over him, he had gone off to join King
Norwen’s troops. That had not worked out either. Three years of
enforcing the king’s draconian edicts had been enough for him.
He’d declined his next enlistment and taken the coin he’d
managed to save during his time of service.

Now here he was, having another look at this land, wondering if he could
make it work for him in a way his father had never considered.

He was almost to the front door when he stopped short. Since childhood
he’d enjoyed a talent other people did not possess. He had no name for
it, yet somehow he always knew when he was not alone.

That sixth sense had saved his life more than once when he’d been a
member of the royal troops — like the time they’d been ordered to
clear a town of troublemakers. One of the ruffians had been waiting with a
heavy club at the intersection of two streets. Sensing him, Steffan had
stopped in his tracks and turned the tables on the would-be assailant.

That same ability slowed his steps now as he approached the cottage.
Stopping short of the entrance, he drew his knife and reached for the knob,
easing the door inward a few inches. At the same time, he stepped to the
side so that he would not be an immediate target. With the door cracked, he
stood in the cool night air — listening. He could hear nothing. The house
looked as though it was abandoned, yet his instincts told him that was not
true. Pushing the door open a bit farther, he peered into the darkness,
waiting for his eyes to adjust to the shadowy interior. When he could take
in details, he scanned the room. The table and chairs were gone, as was all
the cooking equipment near the fireplace.

He tipped his head up, directing his attention to the loft. Someone could
be up there in the shadows, waiting to leap down on anyone who entered. A
quick glance told him the access ladder was also missing. Unless an intruder
had pulled it up after himself, there was no way to reach the sleeping
platform.

Who would be in here? From the squalid looks of the interior, obviously not
someone who had made a home in this empty cottage. Perhaps it was a ruffian
using it as a temporary hideout.

With the main room cleared, his next target was the bedroom. Quietly he
crossed the packed dirt and listened at the ripped curtain that still hung
there.

Steffan detected nothing — until the curtain flew open and a dark figure
leaped out at him, the only thing clearly visible the glint of moonlight on
steel.

Only Steffan’s instincts and his hours in the practice yard saved him
from a serious knife wound. He twisted away from the assailant and thrust
out his foot, sending the knave sprawling and their blade skittering
away.

The man was hardly an experienced fighter, Steffan noted as he followed the
attacker down, trapping him against the packed earth floor.

The man? No, it must be a youth. In their frantic struggle he detected
little meat on the assailant’s arms, and little muscle mass. This boy
had no idea how to fight off a warrior — luckily for Steffan. “Stop
struggling before you get hurt,” he growled.

Probably realizing that further combat was dangerous, the assailant took
his advice — which gave Steffan time to evaluate the body that lay beneath
his. He had expected a shallow chest to go with the spindly arms. The
reality was quite different. Instead of a boy’s upper trunk, he felt
the swell of nicely rounded breasts. Confusion grabbed him as he stared down
into glaring green eyes. Familiar eyes — eyes that took him back to another
time and place.

He gasped, feeling as though he had taken a hard blow to the gut in a
jousting match. For heartbeats he was frozen in place — as was the girl who
glared up at him.

Finally he was able to choke out, “Marissa Dumfries.”

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today Best-Selling Author Rebecca York began her
career as a journalist writing articles for newspapers and magazines, but
after several years decided to try writing fiction. She’s a highly
successful author of over 50 romantic suspense and paranormal novels and is
the head of the Columbia Writers Workshop. Her many awards include two Rita
finalist books. She has two Career Achievement awards from Romantic Times:
for Series Romantic Suspense and for Series Romantic Mystery. Her Peregrine
Connection series won a Lifetime Achievement Award for Romantic Suspense
Series. She collects rocks, and enjoys cooking, walking, reading, gardening,
travel, and Mozart operas.

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