"The Captive Maiden" by Brooke Duran (ME!!!)

Happy New Year all! What better way to welcome the new year than to get a new book published??? 😉 My new book, "The Captive Maiden," is coming out today and I hope you all can read it! Here is what it is about...Ella Eccles is so unhappy. Shivering cold as she lay in her bed, she is too afraid to simply get up and light the fire because she has recently been scolded for doing things that servants are supposed to do (not princesses). New to the castle rules and norms, Ella is having great trouble adjusting to her never-to-be-foreseen (ever) role as a princess. In this wonderful continuation of the classic Cinderella story, I concoct up a heroine who has gotten exactly what she wants, though not by the supposed intervention of a fairy godmother's magic, but by taking full control of her very own destiny. However, trouble always seems to follow her, since it is still with her, even at the palace. Even though all of Ella's dreams are coming true, Ella is starting to have some doubts about what "happily ever after" could truly mean. The Captive Maiden offers young adult readers a contemporary take on one of the most well-known tales of all time. ❤️ Let this story magically deliver both life and depth to Ella, who is determined to act on her desires, no matter what a royal prince may say--even when her desires take her in the most unexpected directions. Cinderella is truly more than a character here. @ https://a.co/d/1K6EJDN

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