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The man screamed in agony. He had been sworn to secrecy and was about to give his life to fulfill that oath. Magnahul, enraged by how the night had unfolded, was in no mood to play games. The raw energy of the giant was bursting at the seams. His daughter lay lifeless in the room beyond, and the king who could destroy his people was fleeing. He was not a man to be trifled with on any occasion, but today – right now, it was perilous to stand against him.
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Amber Savage still cares too much about what other people think. She is a hopeful romantic and citizen of the Earth whose vision is to inspire her readers through compelling and candid storytelling. An avid traveler who has resided in various locations all over the world, she is continually reminded of the thread that binds us all: love. (Sounds cliche, but it's so true.)
When she isn't crafting stories that showcase the wide spectrum of human emotion and experience, you can find this creative soul going on outdoor adventures, practicing yoga, or spending quality time with her loved ones (her husband, two canines, two felines, a parrot, chickens, and three horses). Infinitely dedicated to making this world a better place than when she first entered it, Amber also advocates for the prevention of cruelty to humans, animals, and mother nature.
I pull her into my arms, reveling in the feel of her soft curves pressed against my chest, and rest my chin atop her blonde head. She buries her face into my sweatshirt.
“Hennessy, honey, you need to stop worrying about all the little details. We’ve come this far and, with the help of a whole lotta people, we’re going to have a beautiful wedding. With or without heat. With or without light. As long as you’re there with me, up at the altar, then nothing else matters,” I murmur into her hair.
She looks up at me with pale blue eyes, brows arched in concern.
“Bryan, I don’t consider heat and light ‘little details.’ And the roads—they’re like ice! How will anyone get here safely? How will we get here safely?”
I sigh and brush the hair back off her forehead.
“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” I ask. “And that’s not a rhetorical question.”
“I think I have some idea,” she replies, the corners of her mouth quirking up a little.
I shake my head.
“No, I don’t think you do. I wanted this wedding to happen fast because I couldn’t wait another day to be married to you. Don’t you see? It doesn’t matter—none of it matters. In the end, it’s just you and me taking a vow before God. It’s not the wedding, Hennessy. It’s the marriage.”
Her eyes study mine for a long moment before she puts a soft hand to my cheek.
“I’ll try to stay calm,” she assures me. “And I do know how much you love me…because that’s how much I love you, too.”
I lean down, my lips finding hers. It’s a beautiful, candlelit moment. Until it’s not.
“Noooooooooo, Mama! Miiiiiiiiiiine!”
Our kiss transforms into a double-sided snort of laughter. We pull away from one another, chuckling. When she opens her mouth to say something, I hold up my index finger to stop her.
“And before you worry about Jax being too young, or too unpredictable, he’s a little detail, too. An incredibly loud, incredibly destructive detail…but a little one, nonetheless.”
“Yeah, well, maybe we should reconsider letting him be the ring bearer,” she says.
“Why? You don’t think he can handle it?”
“Uh, well, you know the plastic bottle cap ring we’re using for practice?”
“Yeah…” I nod, wondering where she’s going with this.
“He just swallowed it.”

Dramatic
I zigzagged between the two opposing lanes of traffic as I gave pursuit.
He was in a flat-out run, but I was not going to be beaten. Not now, not with Gus’ captor in sight. I reached down deep and found an extra gear, one that I didn’t know existed. I was running so fast, I felt as if I could take off. I was closing in on him: two yards behind . . . one . . .
I lunged and took him down by the ankles. As he attempted to kick free, I pounced upon him, fists flying. I hauled back and was ready to pummel him when I froze. "You? It’s you?” The face I was about to strike was one I had seen before, but looked nothing like the person I had seen on the ladder outside my bedroom window. This man was the one who told me there was absolutely nothing suspicious about the fire the day I first inspected the remains of Bill Alden’s cottage. Two bodies, burnt beyond recognition—now I understood who would use that specific MO. Dummy, you couldn’t make the connection?
“You son of a bitch.” I heard the sound of others running toward me, but my fist was clenched.
“Chalice, we’ve got him,” Ambler said. “Don’t!”
There was no force on heaven or earth strong enough to keep me from striking him, this man who had turned my family’s world upside down and put my husband’s life at risk. I drove my fist into his jaw and heard it crack. I was ready to hit him again when someone grabbed my arm. I looked up and saw Gus. His cheek was swollen, and there was dried blood on his face.
“Thanks, babe,” he said, “I’ll take it from here.”