Stolen Threadwitch Bride (Bound by a Fae Bargain #1) Read Online Clare Sager

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bound by a Fae Bargain Series by Clare Sager
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
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True names hold power. Fae cannot lie. And the women they steal become their brides.

When anxious threadwitch Ariadne is taken by a fae lord as part of a centuries-old bargain, she expects to marry him whether she likes it or not. No matter what chemistry she has with her captor, she’s desperate for freedom and a life under her own control. She won’t give in easily.
Although Lysander claims he doesn’t want her hand in marriage but for its skill with needle and the threads of magic, everyone knows the fae are not to be trusted. So she plots her escape, sews spells into exquisite outfits, and tries her hardest to ignore the charms of Elfhame… and Lysander.
But she soon discovers his world is as dangerous as it is beautiful. With dark creatures in the forest and enemies who wear friendship as a mask, Ariadne must make every stitch perfect if she wants to not only escape but also keep Lysander alive.
Which, it turns out, is something she wants far more than she ever expected.

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Butterflies in a Case

I smiled like my life depended on it.

It almost did. I wasn’t in a fight or threatened by a wild beast, no, but danger nipped at my heels just as surely as any ravenous wolf. And with his greying hair, watery gaze, and oak panelled study, Lord Hawthorne had the power to save me.

Apparently oblivious to his opportunity to become my knight in shining armour, he only watched me pull another sample from my basket. The harsh lines of his face didn’t move even as I held up a bodice so intricately embellished, his wife and daughters would’ve drooled and snatched it from my hands before I could so much as blink.

He cleared his throat and raised grey eyebrows at me.

Damnation, I’d been quiet for too long, just depositing sample after sample on his desk.

My throat tightened, not wanting to release any words.

It’s only one person, not a whole room. Just Lord Hawthorne. I’d known him for years—Mama had brought me on visits to Hawthorne House since I was old enough to stand still and hold a tape measure. Once or twice, he’d even managed a stiff smile and told his butler to offer me a sweet.

I could speak in front of him. I could. My mouth just needed to remember that.

Cheeks burning, I managed to swallow and suck in a breath, fixing my eyes over his shoulder at the frame on the wall. Behind the glass, dozens of butterflies were pinned to a board, cocoons beside them, stunted. Although their patterns were pretty and the metallic colours glorious, they were sad little specimens, dead and still.

It made my shoulders sink, but the distraction meant I could speak at last. “So you see, ser, your daughter could wear such a bodice made with enchantments to draw attention and—”

“Yes, it is quite spectacular.” He dismissed the bodice with a flick of his hand. “As is all your work, Ariadne. However, my daughter doesn’t need more attention.”

The burning crept down my neck. Gods, why had I phrased it like that? With her blond hair and green eyes, his eldest was a renowned local beauty. My work only complemented what was already there. “I’m sorry, ser, I didn’t mean to suggest—”

“I know you didn’t. We both know she has quite enough attention as it is, and I fear if she has any more I shan’t be able to fit her head under my roof. Now, I don’t say this because I’m offended—I am not—however I simply do not need a full-time seamstress.”

Threadwitch.

A threadwitch, not a seamstress. I didn’t have an impressive gift that could summon storms or light candles with a snap of my fingers, but I had magic. I could stitch it into cloth and through beads and create garments no seamstress ever could.

However, Lord Hawthorne was not a man you corrected. So I clenched my jaw and bowed my head, letting my hood slip forward to hide my irritation.

“We’ve dealt with your family for many years, and will continue to do so.” His voice gentled, but each syllable still came out with such precision it could’ve been cut from glass. A true lordly accent. “But I see no need to commit to a contract.”

Of course he didn’t. A contract wouldn’t give him a steady income so he could pay his rent each month. And I’d bet he didn’t have debts.

Instead, he had a mansion full of tapestries and brocade, with lace doilies on the walnut sideboard and silk carpets that whispered under my feet as I shifted. With my too-dark skin and strange hair barely concealed by my hood, I was a flaw in his perfect dollhouse.

“I will leave it to my lady wife to contact you when she next has need of your services.” His thin mouth curved in his attempt at a smile. It didn’t meet his pale eyes. “I believe the Hamptons will be holding a ball in the summer—I should imagine the girls will require gowns for the occasion.”


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