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While on a book tour in Cambodia, author James Moore unwittingly seeks refuge in a brothel to escape a devastating flash flood. He and his translator witness the atrocities of girls forced into prostitution, including a young child with a special gift. Together, they fight to not only save the girls from the rising flood waters, but from the menacing brothel owner and his men.
Genre: FICTION / CrimeThis is a new release that came out August 6, 2017 and is currently ranked #46,603 in the paid Kindle store and #1340 in Crime Thrillers (as of 9/12/17).
It's a new release with a growing audience on the topic of child slavery. Here are some of the early reviews:
"Fast-paced and exciting. Highly recommended." - Readersfavorite.com
"An Outstanding read." - San Francisco Review of Books
"A page turner with rich characters." - Jen Johnson, Author/Playwright
"Exceptionally well-crafted and a joy to read." - Readersfavorite.com
"His storytelling reels you in with a dramatic, clever, action-packed tale." - Cheryl Leigh, Author
CHAPTER 1
I wonder if he will remember it’s my birthday? Veata thought.
Chances were there would be no gifts and she would spend the day doing all the housework—as usual—but that did not prevent a smile from spreading across her face.
Today I am eight!
She prepared breakfast, enjoying the smells of fried eggs and curry wafting through the tiny one-room shack. The smells reminded her of her mother’s cooking, bringing a tinge of sadness to the happy day. It had been two years since her parents died from cholera and she desperately missed them—struggling to keep their faces in her memory.
She was sent to live with her uncle, who spent his days gambling—that is, when he wasn’t passed out, drunk, or hitting her. Still, it was her birthday and she was happy.
Veata heard a low growl from the other side of the hut and watched her uncle lazily roll off his sleeping mat. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and grunted his disapproval at rising so early.
“Good morning, Uncle,” Veata said quietly. Her special eyes saw brown, flat swirls of color slowly shifting around her uncle. He was tired and groggy, but she was thankful he was not in a bad mood.
Since the time of her first memories, Veata had always seen the colors surrounding others. Her mom had been a bright yellow, like the sun, and her dad a watery bright green, like the rice fields he worked in. Her mom had always told her she had special eyes and that hers were a gift—the ability to see the aura of others—but Veata did not know what aura meant. To her, they were just colors, and all living things showed her their true colors.
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Dutch
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Karin Königs
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German
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Already translated.
Translated by Patricia Stroleny
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Author review: Patricia was excellent to work with. She finished in a timely manner, was very professional, and I'd definitely work with her again. |
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Hindi
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Already translated.
Translated by Mridula Srivastava
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Author review: Mridula was great to work with. She was thorough and had great communication throughout the translation process. I would definitely work with her again. |
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Angela Bizzoca and Alessandro Della Pietra
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Author review: Angela was wonderful to work with. She had great communication, asked good questions, was proficient, and did a great job. I'd definitely work with her again. |
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Alejandra Martinez
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Author review: Alejandra wonderful, professional, and fast. Great to work with! |
