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  Brides of the Kindred

  Book 14: Enslaved

  Evangeline Anderson

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  Brides of the Kindred

  Book 14: Enslaved

  Copyright © 2015 by Evangeline Anderson

  Kindle Edition License Notes

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  Author’s Note #1: To be the first to hear about new releases, join my new newsletter. I promise no spam—you will only get email from me when a new book is out for either preorder or for sale.

  Author’s Note #2: I'm very excited to let you know that I am in the process of turning all of the Brides of the Kindred series into audio books. The first book, Claimed, is available here and is read by the award winning Anne Johnstonbrown. Readers are already raving over her ability to get all the voices just right and she has also agreed to narrate Hunted, which I hope to have in audio by the beginning of April, 2015. If you've never tried an audio book, they are very easy to download and great to listen to during long car trips and commutes, working out at the gym, or just while you're cleaning the kitchen.(Which is when I listen.) I find listening to a book gives it a whole different dimension and I think if you enjoyed reading the Kindred series, you'll love listening as well. So give it a try!

  Author’s Note #3: Please no piracy. The Kindred pay my mortgage now and without them, I’d have to go back to doing MRI full time. Since writing hot sex and complicated emotions is way more fun than shoving people into a magnetic hole all day, I would ask that you please buy your book instead of trying to find a pirated copy and encourage your friends to do the same so that I can keep writing and you can keep reading. Thanks!

  Hugs and Happy Reading to you all,

  Evangeline Anderson January, 2015

  Also by Evangeline Anderson

  Brides of the Kindred books (in order)

  Claimed (also available in print and audio)

  Hunted (coming soon as an audio book)

  Sought

  Found

  Revealed

  Pursued

  Exiled

  Shadowed

  Chained

  Divided

  Devoured (also available in print)

  Enhanced

  Cursed

  Born to Darkness Paranormal series

  Crimson Debt

  Scarlett Heat

  Ruby Shadows (coming as soon as my Muse gets over her mental block. Sorry guys!)

  Stand Alone novels and novellas

  Purity

  Stress Relief

  The Last Man on Earth

  Blind Date with a Vampire

  Shadow Dreams

  Young Adult, writing as Emmaline Andrews

  The Academy

  Compendiums

  Brides of the Kindred Volume One

  (includes Claimed, Hunted, Sought and Found all in one volume)

  ***You can also find many other books by Evangeline at her website***

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Kindred 15: Targeted excerpt

  Mastering the Mistress excerpt

  Kindred Glossary

  About the Author

  Also by Evangeline Anderson

  Chapter One

  Thrace S’ver was in the dark place. The black place. The place where no light could shine. Behind him he heard the slaver shouting out his wares, offering his goods to the highest bidder.

  Me. I’m the fucking goods, Thrace thought grimly. Just like I was back when—

  No. Don’t think about it. Don’t let it in.

  The internal voice sounded like his Sire—the male who had raised him from the ages of six to sixteen cycles. He had been in turns strict and compassionate, loving and stern and he had tried to train Thrace in the honorable and forthright ways of the Havoc. He had been Thrace’s whole world. Until…

  Until he fucking died in a place like this.

  He tried to clamp down on the thought and the memory that came with it but it was hard…so fucking hard. Especially with the shouts of the slaver ringing in his ears.

  “Slaves for sale! Fresh from the Carnal Houses—slaves trained to fulfill your every wish and desire—your every fantasy.”

  The slavers had injected his voice box with a paralytic which made it impossible to speak—nonetheless, Thrace gave a silent grunt of derision. Unless whoever bought him desired to die and had fantasies of being ripped apart limb-from-limb that particular claim was going to prove false.

  He took a deep breath and then another. Calm. He had to remain calm.

  No one looking at Thrace would have known about his homicidal plans. After a grim and completely silent struggle with the armed slavers who had beaten and stunned him into submission, he had retreated into himself. Outwardly he was calm to the point of catatonia—his eyes closed behind the blindfold and his breathing controlled—but inside his mind churned.

  Never should have docked on Padge. Never should have taken a drink at that sleazy portside bar. Shouldn’t even be in this part of the galaxy!

  None of it mattered. All that mattered now as getting out of here—getting his freedom back. After that he could return to get his ship, The Empress, out of dry dock and mount a hunt for his First Mate, Solar. And then he could spend some time taking the bartender who had spiked his drink and the slavers who had captured him apart piece by leisurely piece.

  But none of that would be possible until he got free—and with the pain collar around his neck and the manacles that held his arms behind his back, that was impossible here. Better by far to wait until he was sold. And then…

  Then I’ll kill the son-of-a-bitch who buys me and get the Seven Hells out of here, he thought grimly. Just like I did before.

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  Captain Lonarra Trin stopped in front of the platform where a huge male knelt, bound and blindfolded. His sheer size was what caught her eye at first—he had to be six foot eight if he was an inch and his massive bare chest and broad shoulders were ripped with muscle. He had jet black hair, just long enough to run your fingers through, if that was what you were after, with deep blue highlights that only showed if the light shone on it a certain way. His muscular arms were bound behind his back and his eyes were covered with a black blindfold.

  Kin