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- Herausgeber: Joslyn Chase
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
Wrongfully accused. Gallows-bound.
When her father disappears from their 17th century English farm, the constable throws young Felicity Jennings in prison, accused of his murder.
Frustrated and frightened, Felicity frets behind bars while the evidence against her mounts. As she wonders if she’ll ever find a way to escape the gallows, help comes from an unexpected source and sweeps her off her feet.
Suspense and romance intertwine in this historic murder mystery. Grab your copy and let it hold you Captive.
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Captive
A Historic Suspense Story
Joslyn Chase
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Praise for The Tower
What readers are saying...
"The tension throughout this novel is high. The mystery is intriguing up to the very end and the romance hits every note."
~ ReadnGrow
"Superb with beautiful imagery, and so much tension it hurt to swallow."
~ MC Dalton, author of Epona and Iron Heart
"Excellent suspense love story with twists and turns I never saw coming. Highly recommend."
~ Amazon reviewer
"The flow of her writing is a delight to me, elegant and soothing, woven like fine linen."
~ Margherita Crystal Lotus, author of The Color Game
Contents
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Captive
More books by Joslyn Chase
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Captive
Felicity knew for a fact that the village constabulary had no experience investigating a crime as serious as murder. As she watched the constable and his men poke through the slurry pit and scour the yard, she hoped they’d feel no urgent need to expand their skill set. The blood-smeared grass was, indeed, a troubling portent, but it could mean any number of things, and as far as she could tell, all other signs pointed to plain abandonment. Her father had simply packed a bag, and left.
The sun began its evening dip into the band of forest that edged the farmyard, spreading a sheen of gold over the treetops, and Bess, the brown-spotted cow, let forth a moo of complaint. It was time for milking. Felicity scooped up the tin pail and let herself into the pasture, careful to avoid the splintered wood where it was all too easy to pick up a sliver. There was no time for lounging about and with father gone, she and Maggie would have to fill the gap.
Metallic music, made by streams of milk against tin, accompanied the flurry of her thoughts as she relieved the cow and filled the bucket. Where had her father gone, and what had prompted his departure? She wouldn’t miss his dour countenance, sharp tongue, or the hand quick to lash out in expression of his displeasure, but his absence presented a whole new set of problems to be worked through.
Finished with the milking, Felicity carried the bucket past the pens of hogs. Their snuffles and snorts were subdued and half-hearted as they watched her passage with indifference. Maggie must already have thrown them their slop, and with their bellies full, they had little interest in her activities.
Felicity paused to scatter a handful of corn for the hens and noted that the men were gone from the yard, and not much to show for it, she suspected. As there was no body, and few who would complain about her father’s absence, Felicity believed the matter would soon drop.
She could not have been more mistaken.
