The Exotic

The Exotic

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In a world were women are sold as brides and servants through a system of caravans. Mikaela is no stranger to the system. Being captured a second time is a nightmare come true. Now Mikaela is in a desperate fight to escape and make it back to the place she calls home. Neil is the son of general Matthis of the Western Dunes. When he sees the exotic from the caravans he sees opportunity. Red hair is not commonly seen, unless among royalty. With red hair and the paperwork supporting the exotic's lineage, he takes the opportunity to become her buyer. What he was not expecting is that she has no intention in staying.
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