Sold by My Cousin A Tribal Nightmare — Novel

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When the holiday train ride turns into a nightmare, one woman's life takes a dark twist. After being convinced by her cousin to abandon her plans, she finds herself in a remote valley surrounded by the imposing men of the Crowe Tribe. Their intentions are clear, and the stakes couldn't be higher. Will she be able to escape their grasp, or will she become just another pawn in their twisted customs?

As she fights for her freedom, desperation sets in. The young heir of the tribe, Declan Crowe, is her only hope, but the men around her are convinced she’s just another outsider seeking their gold. The brutal traditions of the tribe loom over her, and the threats become more real with each passing moment. Can she survive the Three Ordeals that await her? With every strike and taunt, her resolve is tested, and the line between hope and despair blurs.

Caught in a world where loyalty is questioned and survival is uncertain, will she manage to prove her connection to Declan before it’s too late? Or will the darkness of the Crowe Tribe consume her entirely? The clock is ticking—can she find a way out, or will she be trapped forever in a tribal nightmare?

Sold by My Cousin A Tribal NightmareChapter 1

My cousin Jeanette Finch talked me into ditching my holiday train ticket and riding home with her boyfriend instead.

I wanted to say no, but she kept pushing until I gave in.

I dozed off the moment I got in the car. When I woke up, I was in the middle of a remote valley.

A circle of men surrounded me, telling me I was going to bear their children.

I spotted the tattoos on their arms and my blood went cold. They were the mark of the Crowe Tribe.

My boyfriend Declan Crowe was the young heir of the Crowe Tribe. Somehow, impossibly, I'd ended up in his homeland.

……

"Look at those hips. Built for making sons."

"Pick one of us, sweetheart. He'll be your husband tonight."

The men crowding around me leered without shame, eyes crawling over my body like they were seconds away from taking what they wanted.

I scanned their faces in a panic, and my gaze caught again on the identical tattoo inked into every one of their arms.

I knew that tattoo too well.

Declan had the same one on his arm, except his was red. Theirs were black.

I'd asked him once what it meant.