Crimson Ruby
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Sharing with my readers the first chapters of my already published first novel, Crimson Ruby. It was classically written in a French royal secret fantasy, by the 15-year-old me. If it is literarily catchy to you, stay tuned for my other novels as well!
Blurb: When poverty led the mute Luna, who looked like the queen of France to Paris ,hoping to find a job, she got
involved with trouble that led her to the queen.
She enjoyed the best of her lifetime in the palace and discovered two buried mysteries, which could make the most terrible royal scandals. To save the name of the royal family and cover one of the scandals; a deal including Luna got planned and offered. Did she accept to be a piece in their chess? Or choose to follow her heart? Did she ever have her voice back? Curious?! Lie back, make sure you have a sip of your coffee and enjoy your time reading Crimson Ruby... a suitable novel for all ages.
PS. I will be sharing the first few chapters of 28 only; for copyright contract reasons. However, if it enhances your curiosity to carry on, as I hope it will, you will always be able to get your full paperback copy on www.jamalon.com (free delivery and an option of payment on delivery). I am welcome to feedbacks via Wattpad, Instagram (sara._.khalil) and email (author.sara.khalil.doleh@gmail.com)
I hope you enjoy my first published baby, as dear to me as a child's first steps.
With love,
Author Sara.
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