Ashlynn

Ashlynn

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Last published Sat, Sep 17, 2016

One girl. Two boys. A war torn country. Neglected, belittled, abused. Every day Ashlynn has lived under her criminal fathers reign. Every day he collects the money she works for. Every day no-one bothers to find out more about the life of the countries most famous tattoo artist. Famous, rich, you would think she had it all. Yet all Ashlynn dreams for is escape. At night when she endures the stares of men and boys as she slaves away in a bar, she thinks of earning enough money to leave her life behind. But that was before everything changed. She can't stop herself thinking about Sam; the dark haired boy who stole her necklace. And she can't seem to stay away from Alec; the street fighter and healer. Now a country rests on her shoulders. The lives of slaves are in her hands. All she wants to do is throw it away and run, but some things will follow her forever.

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