Sweet Analeigh

While on the run from a lifetime of forced servitude to a man known only as the prophet, Analeigh places her trust in the wrong man.  When she meets a kind stranger who offers her a place to stay, with no strings attached, she has little choice but to trust him, though she knows little about him.  But evil sometimes lurks in the sweetest places.

Excerpt:

Nash walked past the open door and noticed the silhouette of the woman whose naked body he had touched earlier.  She was breathtakingly beautiful and so very vulnerable.  When she looked up, her eyes were filled with tears, and Nash wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her parted lips.

Nash was gentle, something she had never experienced before, as the prophet had taken her only to satisfy his own needs.  “Let me love you, Analeigh,” he said.