ABOUT THE HIDDEN LIBRARY:
Sometimes, the rabbit hole is deeper than expected . . .
Alice Reeve and Finn Van Brunt have tumbled into a life of secrets. Some secrets they share, such as their employment by the clandestine organization known as The Collectors’ Society. Other secrets they carry within them, fighting to keep buried the things that could change everything they think they know.
On the hunt for an elusive villain who is hell-bent on destroying legacies, Alice, Finn, and the rest of the Society are desperate to unravel the mysteries surrounding them. But the farther they spiral down this rabbit hole, the deeper they fall into secrets that will test their loyalties and pit them against enemies both new and old.
Secrets, they come to find, can reveal the deadliest of truths.
Alice Reeve and Finn Van Brunt have tumbled into a life of secrets. Some secrets they share, such as their employment by the clandestine organization known as The Collectors’ Society. Other secrets they carry within them, fighting to keep buried the things that could change everything they think they know.
On the hunt for an elusive villain who is hell-bent on destroying legacies, Alice, Finn, and the rest of the Society are desperate to unravel the mysteries surrounding them. But the farther they spiral down this rabbit hole, the deeper they fall into secrets that will test their loyalties and pit them against enemies both new and old.
Secrets, they come to find, can reveal the deadliest of truths.
Don’t miss the first book in this series, THE COLLECTORS’ SOCIETY!
Before
he can say anything else, I tap End Transmission, both drained and worried I’ll
tear apart the hub.
I
expected another round of pathetic apologies. Another round of Sawyer trying to
reestablish whatever it is he thought we were to one another. I didn’t expect
this.
I
stand up, sliding the tablet onto the control panel. And suddenly, I’m thirteen
years old, and I’m on the Widow Douglas’ couch listening to her and her
spinster sister lecture me about everything under the sun.
“Sit
up, dear. Slouchin’ isn’t proper.”
Slouching
was comfortable. Sitting up was a pain in the ass.
“Did
you make sure you washed behind your ears?”
I
scratched at the skin Miss Watson referenced; nope, I must’ve forgotten that
one again. Bathing was a right pain. Swimming in the river could cure all this,
couldn’t it?
The
widow asked, “I’m thinking about us having some pie made for after church on
Sunday. You like pie, don’t you?”
I
did, actually. But any I’d ever eaten were stolen. Pies were luxuries far and
few between.
They
went on and on with their instructions of societal proprieties. Each time
either issued a new one, or, heck, said one they’d spouted off before, I itched
to run right through the door. I’d had over a dozen years mostly on my own; I’d
done just fine, hadn’t I?
I
was suffocating in here. They were suffocating me with all their good
intentions.
I
didn’t fit into that world of theirs. I didn’t fit in anywhere.
About Heather Lyons:
Heather Lyons writes epic, heartfelt love stories and has always had a thing for words. In addition to writing, she’s also been an archaeologist and a teacher. She and her husband and children live in sunny Southern California and are currently working their way through every cupcakery she can find.
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