Title: The Last Witch
Author: Debbie Dee
Publisher: Dolce Books
For generations the Incenaga Witches have been forced to use their power to fulfill the wishes of others until they are drained of their magic and left to die. Desperate to protect his infant daughter – the last surviving witch – Emmeline’s father escapes with her to the forests where he vows to keep her hidden from the world and from the truth. Sixteen years later, Emmeline is discovered and finds herself in the grip of a traitor who will stop at nothing to get what he wants, even if it means abusing her power until she dies. She is taken to a distant country and told she must marry the Crown Prince or her own country will be overtaken, its people slaughtered. But what sort of prince would marry a witch? And why would she be the difference between war and peace? As she fights to regain her freedom, she is faced with a choice between a prince who offers a lifetime of security and a common gamekeeper who has no idea of her power, but offers his heart. But who can she trust when her power can be used against her?
About the Author:
Debbie Dee recently moved to southern Idaho with her husband and three children where she is learning how to be a country girl in her favorite pair of blue heels. She adores fairy tales and happy endings, but secretly crushes on the bad guy now and then. As a dedicated musician who practices way too much, she never expected writing would sweep her off her feet until she jotted down a scene from a daydream, which turned into two scenes, which turned into a messy house and her first novel. Since then she hasn’t been able to let a day go by without writing. Her website is http://www.debbiedee.com
“Stay here,” he ordered.
Emmeline nodded and wrapped her arms around herself. This was it. This was how all the other witches lived out the end of their days. Cold, alone, and chained to a relentless master.
“Pace yourself as you near the soldiers, Emmeline. When they recognize you many will try to run. Kill them.”
Emmeline gasped. “Please, don’t make me do this.” But she was already stepping toward the soldiers.
“Wait,” her master said. “Only kill those who run. My men are in need of sport. Detain the remainder until we come to you. You may go.”
Emmeline fought every step, but the need to obey was stronger. Her movements were jilted like a wooden puppet on a string. There was nothing she could do to stop. With the torch still in her hand, her face shone like a beacon. The soldiers narrowed their eyes as she neared. A few drew their heads back, their eyes wide.
“An Incenaga!” one of them shouted. “Run for your lives!”
“No!” Emmeline called out, her voice a strangled cry. “Don’t run!” But they couldn’t hear her and her arms were already lifting in obedience.