Kidnapped for Marriage

Kidnapped for Marriage

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Gracie Knight is an outstandingly smart 16 year old. She is very well known in her school and town for being an honors student. She is also student body president and has a small job at the local library. Noah Bowers is a handsome but psychotic 35 year old man who poses as a teacher and Vanderbilt High school. He is looking for the perfect bride to carry on his family legacy. What happens when he sets his eyes on the young Gracie and takes her for his bride? Will she escape his sick and twisted clutches or will she succumb and fully submit to being his unlawfully wedded wife? ------------------ (Sneak peak) I wake up with a throbbing headache And a bad taste in my mouth. I turn over and throw up. God. I hope this is just a nightmare. All I remember is the intruder and... oh fuck. I been taken! Oh God. Is my family ok?!? I start to panic and try to get up only to realize I am chained to a cold wall and floor. I start to hyperventilate then I heard a noise. "Easy, my little dove. You don't want to move too much." The guy says and I recognize his voice. Coach Bowers?? I start to get scared. "C-coach Bowers? What are you doing. LET ME GO!" I shout and start yanking my arms to try to get loose. "I SAID TO STOP MOVING TO MUCH, ASHLEY!" He shouts in my face. A-Ashley? "I'm not Ashley. I'm Gracie." I say then I feel a sting on my side of the face. Oh God. He hit me. Fuck. I'm in deep shit! He smirks as he pushes my hair out of my face and grips my chin and makes me look at him in his stone cold ice blue eyes. "You are no longer Gracie. She is dead. You are Ashley now. And you are my soon to be wife. As soon as I get you trained up that is my dear." He says and my face goes ghost white. I pass out out with one thought on my mind. How in the hell am I gonna get out of here. And alive. ------------------ Hope y'all enjoy this book
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