The White Stag - Jb Trepagnier

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Résumé :
I was protected by the monsters under my bed when I was a kid in the foster system. I have a feeling I could use them again. My time in the foster system wasn't great. Maybe they were imaginary, but when things got bad, the boogeyman and an imp always came to my aid. If I needed to run, a beautiful white stag would appear at my window to let me know to get out of there. I've touched the stag. I know he's real. Alastair Rex saved me from the streets and another bad foster home. He's never raised a hand to me or tried anything inappropriate. But I'm a doll in his playhouse. I can only leave when he lets me. I dress in the clothes he wants me to wear. I say what he wants me to say because I get the feeling he would react violently. I could use my monsters, but they disappeared the day Alastair showed up in my life. Until I look out of my cage and see the white stag again. It's time for me to escape Alastair Rex....

Biographie:
USA Today Bestselling Author JB Trepagnier is a huge liar. She first started lying as a child when someone asked who colored on the walls. She later went on to major in art, so they really should have framed it instead of sending her to the principals office so many times. When she was fourteen, she wrote a very large lie into several notebooks, which later became her first book, Midnight's Sonata. Rather than dabbling in politics and possibly ending up in jail for lying when it counts or under oath, JB chooses to craft elaborate lies into word documents and use them for entertainment rather than harm because she is really batman, just without all the money to fight crime.Join JB's facebook group for updates, excerpts, and filthy memes-https://www.facebook.com/groups/724149137739206/...

Sommaire:
I was protected by the monsters under my bed when I was a kid in the foster system. I have a feeling I could use them again. My time in the foster system wasn't great. Maybe they were imaginary, but when things got bad, the boogeyman and an imp always came to my aid. If I needed to run, a beautiful white stag would appear at my window to let me know to get out of there. I've touched the stag. I know he's real. Alastair Rex saved me from the streets and another bad foster home. He's never raised a hand to me or tried anything inappropriate. But I'm a doll in his playhouse. I can only leave when he lets me. I dress in the clothes he wants me to wear. I say what he wants me to say because I get the feeling he would react violently. I could use my monsters, but they disappeared the day Alastair showed up in my life. Until I look out of my cage and see the white stag again. It's time for me to escape Alastair Rex....