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2021-06-05 19:45:26When Tara Lyle returns home to assume her family responsibilities, she is struck by the whirlwind of activity within the villa and the family businesses. Confidently hoping to take charge of everything, she soon discovers that each passing day brings forth new challenges and unexpected complications. Amidst the chaos, there is Maximus Simmons, a young man she feels compelled to keep close as she navigates the management of the Lyle villa and pursues a dream she holds dearer than anything else.
In the intricate tapestry of the Tara Lyle book series, every moment unfolds with a promise of adventure. Grateful for the time you, dear readers, invest in my books, I have decided to present complete works for each book series I own. I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale.
While fiction, the essence of Tara Lyle, the main character in this book, mirrors strength as resonant as the very essence of the narrative. I invite you to accompany her until the publication of Tara Lyle Book 2, "At Willete's Mercy," where the saga continues to weave its captivating narrative.
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Back in the seventeenth century during the Maga War between Duskwick and Dimwharf, witches were perceived as dangerous creatures and living dead. Anyone displaying even the slightest sign of magical possession faced death by fire. Any being, human or otherwise, was considered a hominid or a living soul. Fearing the extinction of their kind would bring benefit to both cities, there was no mercy for witches. On a rainy night in September tenth, sixteen hundred and four, I was born into the wealthy and renowned Lyle family, whose name had thrived for over seven centuries. Following my birth, I was swiftly taken to a nearby city by my father, where I spent my life until sixteen hundred and nineteen. Though I was aware of my origins and spent considerable time with my parents, Margot Annette Lyle and Loren Flynn Lyle, I had only heard warlock stories since childhood and never encountered one. Growing up in Oxfall town, I received an exceptional education alongside boys, enjoying special a
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"I believe you would love to confirm if your father did lend it a signature," he mumbled."No, it's alright, Mr. Lodoff. You can proceed."Laying his eyes out of the pair of glasses gazing at me, he opened the second envelope. It was rather small but bumpy, leaving us all wondering what was really on the inside. As he tore it open, out fell a small piece of paper that he hurriedly picked up and loudly read:"This be opened and read by my daughter, Tara Marinda Lyle. Privately it initiated."As it ended, we all gazed at him, eager to peek at what was inside the envelope."Hand it over, sir," demanded Edward, the guild maid.He then smoothly handed me the envelope. To my startle, on the inside was a black candle, a key, and a few more papers, prompting me to request to be left alone for the moment.Inside my very own envelope was a long note that read:"You might be a young child, but you're valuable. You are what our world needs. By now, as you read this letter, I may be dead or missing
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From that evening, it became apparent that a significant shift was underway, although whether it would be for the better or worse remained uncertain. Locked inside what was once my parents' bedroom, now mine, I contemplated the notion of a person not yet of age managing a business with a history spanning centuries. The following morning, a bell clamored at an early hour, and I was roused by a knock on my door. "Good morning, mistress," greeted Diana, the lady standing outside my chambers. "Good morning. How are you?" I responded, curious about her unexpected visit. "Mr. Edward demands your attention, Miss Lyle. Meet him in the study, if you don't mind," she explained. "And you are?" I inquired. "I'm Diana, Miss. Mr. Edward's caretaker." "Okay. Lead me to the study, Diana," I said, slipping into my nightgown as we headed downstairs. The study was located on the left of the kitchen. Once inside, I thanked Diana and, upon Edward's beckoning, took a seat. "I've always been your fat
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It was around eight-thirty when Mr. Edward himself came to rouse me from my slumber. "Come have breakfast with me, dear," he exclaimed with a knock at my door as I gazed through the window of my bedroom. My room, situated on the last floor of the mansion, offered a view through the window that faced the villa fields adorned with yellow flowers. Over twenty workers were diligently tending to the fields, and at the far end, my attention was drawn to a young man seated with his back to the front, appearing lost in thought and disturbed by his work. I walked out of my room, finding Mr. Edward waiting, turned with the support of his walking stick, gazing at me. "Breakfast. I shall pass," I said, locking my room door behind me. "You can go on. Have your breakfast, Mr. Edward. I will be by the fields if you need to find me." "Alright. Head on, then. I'll be with you in a few minutes." I walked past him, and outside, I slowed to the other side of the field, my attention fixed on meeting
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‘You have to stand by the fact that your father was different. And you too. You’ve seen nothing yet. Duksta wasn’t always like that. He was a very fine gentleman. A father of three and a very beautiful wife by him since. He wasn’t rich to say, but he would get food at the table. He was happy twenty years ago until he lost everything.” “What do you mean he lost everything?” I asked in wonder as we headed out of the mine through the coffee farm. “He resided in Frosthaven town, the first city Dimwharf took over. They killed most of the men, and a couple of the bold ones were taken as servants for the Dimwharf army. Women were used and hanged to death, falsely blaming them to be witches. And the children were killed in cold blood. They showed our people no mercy at all. And he was among those whose family died at his sight. Your father had been out for a trip disguised as a doctor when Duksta caught his eye. So he treated their men miraculously, and in return, he asked to take Duksta bac
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"Not that much of the matter, Miss Lyle. I just feel a little ill," he responded. "Where do you stay? What do you do around this house, Simmons?" I inquired. "Mr. Lyle let me stay around here ten months ago. Sorry for your loss, miss. He got me from Frosthaven, where I used to work among the Dimwharf army. I don’t really do anything around this house, and ever since his passing, I’m rarely fed." I fell silent for a moment, listening to him speak. He was dressed in a beige shirt that clung to his body and a pair of gentle pants. His hair was a little longer than that of the other boys I had seen before. I noticed his stance in a few blinks, but what caught my eye was his voice. He spoke in a rather feminine tone that prompted me to inquire. "Why do you sound very feminine if you don’t mind my concern?" I asked, and he responded bluntly. "Is it bad if I may ask?" "No, not really. It’s not a bother. Where do you reside around this house? I remember asking." "Here and there. Sometim
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After our conversation with Mr. Edward, I ascended the stairs to my bed and approached Simmons' room. A quick knock, and he hastily opened the door. "Do you like it in here, Simmons?" I asked, and he nodded with a smile. "I'll ask Diana to buy you some clothes. Rest for now, and later, join me in the study." "Okay, Miss. Thank you," he responded. I locked his door and headed to my own room, realizing everyone was minding their business. Retrieving the envelope containing the candle and key from my closet, I searched for a match and found one under the bed. As I picked it up, a small carpet accidentally came loose, revealing a different tile with intricate circular designs. There was a hole, reminiscent of a lock with a key. Closing the door, I retrieved the key from the envelope, fitting it into the lock. As I twisted it, everything shifted—the bed moved, and the drawers widened. Beneath the tile, I discovered a set of stairs leading down to a basement. Carefully, I descended into
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"The Duchess of Eklane? Inside this villa?" I questioned. "Yes. Princess Willette Duskwick I. She lives inside this very house. You haven't met her? The young man Maximus Simmons?" Nodrig uttered. "What about young Simmons?" I inquired. "You've never met Willette Duskwick before? How did that slip my mind?" he proceeded, tapping his forehead. "Of course, I have never. How would I?" "Never mind my disturbed thoughts right now, Miss Lyle. I'm kind of unstable, I guess." "What really brought you here, Mr. Berylbane?" "Oh, yes. It's about Frosthaven, Miss. We can't seem to find all the gold we had from months ago. The Frosthaven warehouse is empty," he explained. "Who do you think took it all?" I asked timidly. "It can't be the Dimwharf army. They haven't crossed a foot around the caves. We all believe that someone who knows what goes on around the Lyle family did. Do you trust Mr. Edward?" he asked as I deemed in denial. "Yes, of course! It can't be him. My father trusted him th
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"Would you perhaps want to come with me?" I asked Willette, for it was the day I had to go see the king of Duskwick, or the one she called the imposter. "That's not a good idea, Tara," she answered, folding a few of my clean clothes. "Won't it be a bad idea for you not to accompany me to the palace? Remember I told Sir Walton that you were my all-time companion. If I leave you behind today, it wouldn't be so technical of it." "Alright! Alright! But I have a bad feeling about this, Tara." "If anything happens during our visit to the palace, I promise to get you back here safe," I reassured her. "Okay then. I will go get ready." I wasn't a girl looking my age. I was tall, perhaps looking like a twenty-year-old with very thick eyeballs. Black long hair that, among all girls, mine was kept in a ponytail. I always went around in mostly black clothes because they gave me comfort and bravery; after all, black was my favorite color. That day, on our way to the Duskwick palace, I wore a
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We needn’t explain anything to Ms. Maggot because she somehow knew everything. “Can I get you something to eat? Breakfast, perhaps. The bugs in your eyes talk about your missed breakfast,” she said in a jolly manner. “You seem to know a lot, Ms. Maggot. It feels like a threat to an ordinary person. We shall take the coffee, please,” I answered. “Nice choice. You can’t visit a beekeeper and not ask for honey,” she stated, making us all laugh, expecting it to be a joke. “I’m really sorry for the loss of your father, Miss Lyle. He was a different man. Different from any other man I’ve ever met.” “Thank you, Ms. Maggot,” I responded. “And you? Miss Duskwick?” She called Willette Maggot, and Willette gazed back at her with a smile. “She was always in your father’s thoughts. The Duskwick princess. He always thought of her as someone who would be of value in the future. If only he were here so I could answer that question he always asked me so badly.” “What’s that?” I asked. “Every ti
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"And Mister Walton?" I inquired with concern. "He will be setting off on his journey after breakfast, child. I already provided him the letter to the king," explained Edward. "You didn't present it to me before you submitted it. Don't you think whatever you wrote needed my consent?" I asked in disappointment. "Mr. Walton is my guest, Edward. I can't just leave him without a proper farewell." As I voiced my concerns, I heard Mr. Walton's chuckle from behind me. "Good morning, Miss Lyle," he greeted, standing with an ugly mustache I had not noticed earlier. "Good morning, Mr. Walton. I hope you had a wonderful night." "Yes, I did! I hope to be setting off back to the Duskwick palace as soon as possible if you don't mind, Miss Lyle," he said. "Tell the king I send my regards," I replied, watching him gaze at Simmons, who discreetly hid behind me. "And the young man, I haven't met him," mentioned Walton. "Yes, what manners I have. Let me introduce you, please. Mr. Walton, meet Sim
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Fifteen years back in Oxfall, and I hadn't faced the kind of dilemma I was confronting that day. My dream was clear - I had hoped to join the Duskwick army all my life, and that's all I ever wanted. However, on my hands, I held the responsibilities of my father and mother. As I sat on the bed, pondering Willette's revelation, I responded as my father would have wanted. "Okay. I will keep you safe, Princess Willette. I will protect you, and I hope you play along too with my game," I answered. "Thank you, Miss Lyle. I promise," she replied with enthusiasm. "You are to stay as Maximus Simmons. Does Mr. Edward know about your disguise?" I asked. "No. He doesn't. I don't believe your father wanted to make him aware." It became clear to me that Edward wasn't the loyal friend and servant to my father because even those living outside the villa seemed to know more than he did. Despite his belief that he knew it all, or maybe he wanted me to believe he did, there were evidently many thing
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"The Duchess of Eklane? Inside this villa?" I questioned. "Yes. Princess Willette Duskwick I. She lives inside this very house. You haven't met her? The young man Maximus Simmons?" Nodrig uttered. "What about young Simmons?" I inquired. "You've never met Willette Duskwick before? How did that slip my mind?" he proceeded, tapping his forehead. "Of course, I have never. How would I?" "Never mind my disturbed thoughts right now, Miss Lyle. I'm kind of unstable, I guess." "What really brought you here, Mr. Berylbane?" "Oh, yes. It's about Frosthaven, Miss. We can't seem to find all the gold we had from months ago. The Frosthaven warehouse is empty," he explained. "Who do you think took it all?" I asked timidly. "It can't be the Dimwharf army. They haven't crossed a foot around the caves. We all believe that someone who knows what goes on around the Lyle family did. Do you trust Mr. Edward?" he asked as I deemed in denial. "Yes, of course! It can't be him. My father trusted him th
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After our conversation with Mr. Edward, I ascended the stairs to my bed and approached Simmons' room. A quick knock, and he hastily opened the door. "Do you like it in here, Simmons?" I asked, and he nodded with a smile. "I'll ask Diana to buy you some clothes. Rest for now, and later, join me in the study." "Okay, Miss. Thank you," he responded. I locked his door and headed to my own room, realizing everyone was minding their business. Retrieving the envelope containing the candle and key from my closet, I searched for a match and found one under the bed. As I picked it up, a small carpet accidentally came loose, revealing a different tile with intricate circular designs. There was a hole, reminiscent of a lock with a key. Closing the door, I retrieved the key from the envelope, fitting it into the lock. As I twisted it, everything shifted—the bed moved, and the drawers widened. Beneath the tile, I discovered a set of stairs leading down to a basement. Carefully, I descended into
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"Not that much of the matter, Miss Lyle. I just feel a little ill," he responded. "Where do you stay? What do you do around this house, Simmons?" I inquired. "Mr. Lyle let me stay around here ten months ago. Sorry for your loss, miss. He got me from Frosthaven, where I used to work among the Dimwharf army. I don’t really do anything around this house, and ever since his passing, I’m rarely fed." I fell silent for a moment, listening to him speak. He was dressed in a beige shirt that clung to his body and a pair of gentle pants. His hair was a little longer than that of the other boys I had seen before. I noticed his stance in a few blinks, but what caught my eye was his voice. He spoke in a rather feminine tone that prompted me to inquire. "Why do you sound very feminine if you don’t mind my concern?" I asked, and he responded bluntly. "Is it bad if I may ask?" "No, not really. It’s not a bother. Where do you reside around this house? I remember asking." "Here and there. Sometim
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‘You have to stand by the fact that your father was different. And you too. You’ve seen nothing yet. Duksta wasn’t always like that. He was a very fine gentleman. A father of three and a very beautiful wife by him since. He wasn’t rich to say, but he would get food at the table. He was happy twenty years ago until he lost everything.” “What do you mean he lost everything?” I asked in wonder as we headed out of the mine through the coffee farm. “He resided in Frosthaven town, the first city Dimwharf took over. They killed most of the men, and a couple of the bold ones were taken as servants for the Dimwharf army. Women were used and hanged to death, falsely blaming them to be witches. And the children were killed in cold blood. They showed our people no mercy at all. And he was among those whose family died at his sight. Your father had been out for a trip disguised as a doctor when Duksta caught his eye. So he treated their men miraculously, and in return, he asked to take Duksta bac
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It was around eight-thirty when Mr. Edward himself came to rouse me from my slumber. "Come have breakfast with me, dear," he exclaimed with a knock at my door as I gazed through the window of my bedroom. My room, situated on the last floor of the mansion, offered a view through the window that faced the villa fields adorned with yellow flowers. Over twenty workers were diligently tending to the fields, and at the far end, my attention was drawn to a young man seated with his back to the front, appearing lost in thought and disturbed by his work. I walked out of my room, finding Mr. Edward waiting, turned with the support of his walking stick, gazing at me. "Breakfast. I shall pass," I said, locking my room door behind me. "You can go on. Have your breakfast, Mr. Edward. I will be by the fields if you need to find me." "Alright. Head on, then. I'll be with you in a few minutes." I walked past him, and outside, I slowed to the other side of the field, my attention fixed on meeting
