About the Books
Branded Trilogy
Author: Kat Flannery
Genre: Historical / Western / Paranormal Romance
Sizzling ROMANCE, the WILD WEST, and a dash of
PARANORMAL make the BRANDED TRILOGY bundle a heart-pounding and satisfying
read…
LAKOTA HONOR
Fate has brought them together, but will a promise tear them apart?
In the small town of Willow Creek, Colorado, Nora Rushton spends most of her days locked up in her home with a father who resents her and fighting off unwanted marriage proposals from the wealthy Elwood Calhoun. Marked as a witch, Nora must hide her healing powers from those who wish to destroy all the witkowin—crazy women. What she doesn't know is that a bounty hunter is hot on her trail.
Lakota native Otakatay has an obligation to fulfill. He has been hired to kill the witkowin. In a time when race and difference are a threat and innocence holds no ground, courage, love and honor will bring Nora and Otakatay together as they fight for their freedom. Will the desire to fulfill his promise drive Otakatay to kill Nora? Or will the kindness he sees in her blue eyes push him to be the man he once was?
BLOOD CURSE
Four years after the Blood Curse, Pril of the Peddlers vows to protect her child against the evil men who hunt her. With her clan unaware of the branded girl among them, Pril has to keep the identity of her daughter a secret. When her child is kidnapped, she is forced to ask Merchant runner, Kade Walker, for his help.
Kade Walker needs to find the gypsy child. Blackmailed and pushed beyond his own moral code, he is determined to do whatever it takes. When he comes across the Peddler clan, he is sure the girl is there, however all hope is lost when the gypsies capture him. Time is running out—until Pril makes him an offer he cannot refuse.
Amidst greed, lust, revenge and love, Pril will need to trust Kade. But as the evil nears and doubt creeps in, will she discover that the enemy has been standing next to her all along?
SACRED LEGACY
Tsura is a Chuvani, and with that comes great power…
Desperate to escape the memories that haunt her, Tsura Harris returns to Jamestown, the very place her mother forbade her to go. A gifted Chuvani, Tsura has sworn off all magick, thus making her vulnerable to the Renoldi clan, who wish to kill her and take the pendant that is the key to her power.
Red Wolf is hell-bent on living his life on the sea, until he runs into Tsura on the docks. His pride wounded from her rejection years before, he hoped to never see her again. But when the evil Corsair, Romulus Black, demands to know where she is, Red Wolf must protect her, as is his duty.
But is duty and honor his only reason, or does Red Wolf still carry a flame of love in his heart? And will Tsura finally discover her destiny?
Author Bio
Kat Flannery’s love of history shows in her
novels. She is an avid reader of historical, suspense, paranormal, and romance.
She has her Certificate in Freelance and Business Writing.
A member of many writing groups, Kat enjoys promoting other authors on her blog. Kat loves to teach writing classes and give back to other aspiring authors. She volunteers her time at the local library facilitating their writing group. She’s been published in numerous periodicals throughout her career
Her debut novel CHASING
CLOVERS has been an Amazon Top 100 Paid bestseller twice. LAKOTA HONOR,
BLOOD CURSE, and SACRED LEGACY (Branded Trilogy) are Kat’s three
award-winning novels and HAZARDOUS UNIONS is Kat’s first novella. Kat is
currently hard at work on her next series, THE
MONTGOMERY SISTERS.
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CHAPTER
ONE
Jamestown,
Virginia, July 1740
Tsura Harris
lifted the hem of her green skirt and stepped up onto the wooden plank. She
clutched her reticule in her right hand and reached for the rope with her left.
The planked bridge swayed as the boat rocked against the seas. She stared at
the water below. White-capped waves crashed along the ship’s hull, rocking the
boat. She inhaled, forced her chin up, and took another step. She walked the
short distance to the boardwalk, releasing the breath she’d held when her boot
touched land. She planted both feet upon the wooden dock and set her shoulders,
but the reminder of why she was here intensified the weight upon her chest.
Despair was her shadow, and it was with her today.
“Sister!”
Her brother’s
deep, masculine shout came from above.
She shaded
her eyes from the hot afternoon sun and peered up at him. His stature always
shocked her. Micah Walker was six foot with broad shoulders and strong arms, a
spitting image of their father, Kade. His white shirt gaped open to show the
tanned skin beneath, a sign of too many days out on the water. Long blond hair
waved in the breeze. Her handsome brother had his pick of the ladies, but still
hadn’t settled down. It was a shame. She knew he wanted children and a wife of
his own, but his heart belonged to the sea and time would lend him those favors
only when he was ready.
“You must
wait,” he called and raced past his men carrying crates of goods onto the
wharf.
She placed
her bag onto the wooden walk and clasped her gloved hands together.
He reached
her, his cheeks glowing and dark eyes lit with mischief. Before she could
discourage him, he picked her up and swung her around. Her boots kicked the
bag, knocking it over, as his strong arms held her tight.
Micah had always
been affectionate. He never shied away from holding her hand, kissing her
cheek, or teasing her like a brother would. He’d come to her side when she
needed him the most. When her life had fallen apart, and she couldn’t see past
her own misery to pick herself up. He had carried her, and she loved him for
it.
“You cannot
go off without wishing me well.” He smiled down at her.
“If you would
simply release me, I’d be able to make it so,” she retorted. He was the only
one, aside from her mother and father, who she allowed to touch her.
“Very well,
nit.” He set her in front of him. The nickname he used for her was one of
endearment and came from her pestering him as a child.
“Thank you.”
She smoothed her skirt before bringing her eyes to meet his.
“You do not
need to do this.”
She glanced
away unable to stare at him any longer.
“Come sail
with me.”
She shook her
head. The urge to leave caused her legs to shake. She couldn’t be around him
any longer. His cheerful disposition haunted her and made her think of things
she’d rather forget.
“I know you
don’t want to speak of this, but—”
“No, Micah.”
“Tsura, you
need to forgive—”
“Forgiveness
is not within my heart.”
“It surely
is.”
She shook her
head, careful not to release the many pins holding her thick corkscrew curls in
a loose chignon.
“It is in all
of us.”
She glared at
her brother.
“Do not speak
to me of forgiveness, brother. My heart is cold to it.”
His dark eyes
watered, and she knew her words had hurt him, but she didn’t care. It was
better this way—it was easier.
“Will you not
reconsider?”
“No.”
“Please stay.
I will protect you.”
Protection
was not what she needed. She could care less if she died. It’d be a relief from
the constant pain she felt each day.
“I should’ve
taken you to mother and father.”
“Do not speak
to them of my presence here.”
“They will
understand.”
“Not one
word.”
Micah sighed.
“As you wish.”
“I must go.”
Anger pressed on her spine, and she straightened.
His shoulders
dropped.
“Be safe.
Trust no one.”
She nodded.
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