The Kiss That Saved Her By E.M. McCarthy

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The Kiss That Saved Her
Author  E.M. McCarthy
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Language. English USA
Category Book ------Love
Book Code 220
Pages: 260
RS 600

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Princess Joanna is expected to marry to protect her kingdom from the threat of war but she loves David, a common man. She will only marry if she loves her husband. Her dearest friend, Prince Samuel, has loved her since he met her. Rumors swirl about Prince Samuel’s relationship with a princess whose country has had a major discovery of gold. Will there be a change of heart? Will Princess Joanna choose royalty over love? Is there really such a thing as love at first sight?The Kiss that Saved Her is a retelling and expansion of the fairytale, Snow White. The novel is a Christian Romance story suitable for teens and other romance book lovers.

The hunter‟s bow was cocked and ready to strike. He was nearing sixty years old and was aware of how the kill would go down. The unsuspecting prey carelessly allowed him the advantage by being unaware danger was near. He saw it many times before when he hunted deer. They were his favorite prey as they were as beautiful as they were easy to kill. But this was no deer. This was a girl of seventeen. She was raised in a castle with servants. If her parents were alive she would not be in this danger.

He pulled on the arrow. The target was within his grasp. Sweat poured out of his skin. He knew he must strike soon. He looked again at the Princess who was bending down to pick a flower like a maid would choose her brush. The moment was ideal for a kill. He would be rewarded or executed. His mind said, Shoot now!

The Queen was like a python ready to squeeze power from the Princess. Power became everything. Princess Joanna would die by an arrow shot by her own servant. His hand twitched as if it caught all his guilt. He thought of his task. Shoot!

Princess Joanna was the rightful heir to her father‟s throne. She should marry a prince, not face death. He let his finger slide on the bow for a second. Sweat had soaked through his clothes. The girl moved towards another flower as she hummed

a song from long ago — the melody familiar at the moment of discovery.

Shoot her.

He was blameless; it was an order from the Queen. His mind raced with images of Princess Joanna‟s father, mother, great uncles and all her relations; it was as if they were walking across it.

Shoot.

Even if the people of Bow would not know what really happened, the hunter would know. He would know. He tugged on the arrow. The arrow vibrated in the bow like the command vibrated from the Queen‟s throat.

The arrow waited on his command.

Shoot?

He lowered his bow.

True power, like love, was given, not taken.

He felt tremendous sorrow because he knew the Queen would kill him. He thought of his poor wife. Perhaps he could save her. He thought they might escape over the border to the Kingdom of Ott which was fifty miles away. Then he had a thought to save everyone. If the Princess would run away from Bow, she might reach the border and safety. He ran to her and tugged on her shoulder as the conscience tugs on the soul.

“Princess Joanna,” he said with urgency.

Princess Joanna froze. No one would dare touch

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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are the product of the author‟s imagination or are used fictitiously.