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Kenley Davidson

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An Excerpt from ‘The Daragh Deception’

The Daragh Deception Released July 17, 2017 Book description: Daragh is Emma Forester’s last hope. A corporate colony world on the outskirts of explored space, Daragh is the perfect place for a woman on the run to hide from her terrifying past. All Emma wants is to do her job and be left alone, but before she can disappear into her new life, she attracts the attention and the suspicions of brusque, handsome corporate soldier Devan Rybeck. Devan is convinced Emma is hiding something, but finds himself increasingly driven to protect the fragile-looking newcomer from the harsh realities of a colony world. Her distracting presence complicates his mission and his feelings, until a vicious attack reveals that neither Emma nor…
Kenley Davidson
July 18, 2017
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Sneak Peek of Shadow & Thorn

Here's a sneak peak of Shadow and Thorn, book four of The Andari Chronicles: Prologue Darkness was her world. Darkness and silence. There was nothing and no one to break the silence, for she was alone, and when she was alone, she had neither ears nor voice. So deep was the darkness, that she had begun to wonder if there had ever been anything else. From time to time a whisper would find her from outside her formless cocoon, but the whispers could neither break her nor free her, so she slipped further and further into the void, further and further from memory and thought and caring. At last, she slept, and she forgot that sleep was another word for danger. Even…
Kenley Davidson
April 8, 2017
On Writing

On Not Writing

My first official blog post as a writer is, ironically, a post about not writing. Because that’s what I’ve been doing for the past month. In the middle of a year dedicated to launching my career by way of ambitious goals and a breakneck writing schedule, I was sidelined for a month by the fruit of that ambition—a whopping case of self-neglect. Like many other writers, I have a family and a life that demands a majority of my time be spent doing things that are not writing. And, like a lot of moms, I often end up putting myself at the end of the line, whether it’s for breakfast or shoe shopping or sleep. And I thought I was…
Kenley Davidson
March 29, 2016
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Sneak Peek of Pirouette

Here's a sneak peak of Pirouette, book three of The Andari Chronicles: Prologue Princess Ilani Rohin Adayan could not sit still. She was distracted during breakfast, and barely touched her favorite fried flatcakes. She fidgeted through being dressed, and had to be scolded when her dancing sashes kept coming unpinned. She squirmed while her hair was brushed and braided, and nearly spilled the tray of pearls waiting to be woven into her silky dark locks. She bounced impatiently in her seat while her shoes were being put on and broke three of the gauzy golden ribbons that wrapped around her ankles. Panya fussed, Mazri scolded, and Ilani paid no attention whatsoever. It was the day she had been looking forward to…
Kenley Davidson
January 31, 2016
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Sneak Peek of Goldheart

Here's a sneak peak of Goldheart, book two of The Andari Chronicles: Prologue Torbert Melling was a man who knew how to get what he wanted.  And, since before he was old enough to speak in sentences, he had never failed to do so.  Whether by asking, or simply by taking, he satisfied his own desires and built a magnificent kingdom out of money and ambition until it matched the size and scope of his dreams.  And then, when he finally met the woman who fit the picture he had painted for himself, he bought her, body and soul, and enthroned her in the house he had designed with her beauty in mind. She reigned there, the acknowledged queen of Lansbridge society,…
Kenley Davidson
December 14, 2015
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Sneak Peek of Traitor’s Masque

Here's a sneak peak of Traitor's Masque, book one of The Andari Chronicles: Prologue No expense was spared, at least not where anyone could see. Black velvet shrouded the gold-inlaid casket, cloaked the silent forms of the pallbearers, and muffled the hooves of the matched sable cobs that drew the funeral caisson. Despite the cold of winter, crimson roses fell in a blanket over the coffin’s lid, strewed the cobblestones with their petals, and nestled fashionably in the arms of the grieving family. The wake had been lavish and well attended, more out of curiosity and avarice than fond memory. Lord Percival Colbourne had begun with money and ended with more, well on the way to realizing his dream of building…
Kenley Davidson
November 22, 2015