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Siren Reborn – Texas Sirens

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Sophie Oak

Lexi Blake

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English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B07ZZ2Q86P
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Cole Roberts and Mason Scott loved each other since childhood, but they needed something more to make them whole. They searched for a woman who could complete them, but a terrible accident tore them apart. Their perfect life shattered, they were each left angry and alone.

Kitten Taylor’s past is filled with heartache. She yearns to be part of a family she can call her own. When Cole takes her in, she hopes to finally find the place she belongs, but quickly realizes something is wrong. There is a chasm between them and every day it seems to get worse. When they are alone together, she can sense the wonderful bond they could share, but they can’t seem to find a way to connect.

Everything changes when Kitten meets Mason for the first time. She instantly feels a connection and realizes how perfect their lives could be if Mason and Cole could look beyond the past.

When a killer puts the trio in their crosshairs, Cole and Mason will have to put aside the betrayal and hurt they allowed to consume them in order to forge a future with the woman they love.

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Sophie Oak Books

Lexi Blake Books

Prologue

Willow Fork, Texas

Four Years Before

“She needs to be in a hospital.” Kitten’s father frowned down at Finn, using that fire-and-brimstone voice that packed his church every Sunday. “I’ve found a doctor who can help her.”

Kitten sat in the same chair that had been allocated to her at the dining room table. It was her chair and had been for as long as they had lived in this perfectly kept house that seemed more like a museum than a home.

Don’t run, Katherine. It’s not ladylike.

Don’t talk too loud. It’s unseemly.

Don’t touch anything. You’re too clumsy.

“She’s been through something traumatic, Uncle Martin. She’s not insane.” Her cousin Finn had his fists clenched at his sides.

Traumatic was such a simple word for what had happened to her. She’d been kidnapped and held against her will for… She knew it was more than days or weeks. Months, for certain.

She’d been taken by a madman. One day she’d been Katherine Taylor, a junior at a small religious college, and the next she’d been Kitten, a toy, a plaything, useless for anything but bringing her tormentor pleasure.

She wasn’t sure who she was at all now.

“I took her computer away because of the things she was pulling up on the Internet. You wouldn’t believe it.” Her father’s eyes narrowed. Cousin Finn was the black sheep of the family. “Or maybe you would.”

Her father had caught her visiting BDSM websites. She’d been introduced to something violent, something terrible. And yet, she’d seen the way real, not-criminal Doms acted toward the subs. There had been such beauty in it. She needed to understand. She needed to figure it out.

She couldn’t go back to being Katherine Taylor. Katherine Taylor was always quiet and did exactly what was expected of her, and all she got for it was a father who now thought she was damaged goods and a mother who had told her it was all her fault and now she was a whore and no man would want her.

“She’s confused,” Finn said. “I can help her. Look, I’ll pay to bring down Janine or Leo. They’re both excellent therapists. Janine is working with the other two women and they’re making progress. You should have left her with me.”

Her father’s face turned a nasty purple color. “My daughter is not staying in some godless heathen club.”

She’d gotten to stay at The Club for one glorious night, though she hadn’t been allowed in the dungeon. She’d met Julian, Finn’s Dom and partner. And Leo, the therapist.

Not all Doms were like Hawk. Hawk was the aberration. He hadn’t been a Dom at all. He’d been a killer and a rapist.

“She can’t sit in her room every day,” Finn argued. “She needs to get out and be with people.”

“That’s why I’m sending her to Glenville.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Finn was the one turning red now. “That is a bunch of bullshit. Those men aren’t therapists. They’re practically cultists.”

She’d heard of Glenville. It was where some of her friends from school had been sent after they’d been caught in bed together. Two girls.

“They specialize in restoring a person to proper behavior,” her father explained.

“They scare kids into saying they’re not gay. Katherine isn’t gay,” Finn argued. “Though I think what they do should be criminal.”

Her father’s hands were suddenly fists, raised against some imaginary foe. He was always like this. Always fighting some invisible evil. “They’re working up a program for her, to remove this sexuality she’s suddenly discovered. I will bring her back to the righteous if it’s the last thing I do.”

“I’ve heard rumors that they use electroshock,” Finn said, his voice shaking. “If you think I’m allowing you to torture her all over again, you’re insane. I’ll block you. I’ll shove so many legal documents up your ass you won’t be able to see straight.”

Her father would do it. He would send her somewhere nasty and tell himself it was all right to abuse her because she was wrong. Might made right in her father’s world. The same way it had in Hawk’s world. Now that she thought about it, she’d lived in the same world for her whole life. Her life with her parents had been restrictive and there had certainly been brutal punishment when she stepped outside the lines.

Was there another world out there?

She wished Nat was here. For so long it had only been Kitten and Daisy in the cage. Gretchen, she reminded herself. Not Daisy. It had been Gretchen, and Kitten had known they would die in the cage.

And then Nat had been taken. Nat’s imprisonment had been Kitten’s salvation. Nat was a bright light. Nat was different. Nat was worth fighting with and for.

Nat had killed Hawk and Kitten had helped her.

She missed Nat.

She’d walked away from Nat because her father had called her Katherine Taylor, and Katherine Taylor always obeyed. She’d walked back to this house that held not an ounce of love and she’d taken her assigned seat at the table because that was what Katherine Taylor did.


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