bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair.
Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house).
Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: The Hashtag Series, Text, Torch, and Tattoo .
Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.
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Indemnity by K.A. Hunter
C opyright © 2016 Kimi Flores
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Alexa is a fighter. A survivor. But it hadn’t always been that way.
At eighteen, tragedy struck, hurling her into a dark underworld. Freedom became a thing of the past as her new reality unraveled.
Rescued a year later, she vowed to one day get the justice she deserved. However, her road to recovery was long and difficult. Driven by revenge, she fought like hell to prepare herself.
When the opportunity she’s been waiting for arises, she’s quick to seize it.
Her tormentor only knew her as the shattered girl she once was. He has no idea what she’s capable of now. But he’s about to find out how far she’s willing to go.
No matter what it takes, she will get her indemnity.
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**T RIGGER WARNING...this novel contains non-explicit abuse scenes and there is harsh language throughout. Indemnity is intended for mature readers**
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A LEXA
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T he hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as an eerie silence permeated the van. Thick air invaded the cramped, dark space, making it difficult to breath. As the street lights intermittently flashed through the front windshield, I caught a glimpse here and there of the grave expressions on the girls sitting around me. They made no attempt to cover their defeat while hidden in the quiet shadows of the passenger van.
Irritated, I coughed a few times and looked out the darkened window. I may not know the reason these girls chose to be here, but it still bugged the shit out of me.
I had to keep my mind on the purpose of the night, though. It had taken a long time for me to get this opportunity, and I wasn’t about to blow it by focusing on the catering staff I’d been able to infiltrate.
Underground parties like the one we were on our way to were top secret and, unless you knew someone on the inside, they were impossible to get into. Thankfully, for a hefty price, someone had dropped a dime on the type of events this catering company’s VIP clientele threw.
The same type of event I’d been rescued from shortly after my nineteenth birthday.
There was normally at least one snitch in these groups who was willing to fork out information as long as they made a quick buck on the side. We still didn’t know who was behind this particular trafficking ring, but we knew exactly who was throwing tonight’s party.
I picked nervously at my manicure. It’d been six years since I’d been freed. Despite all of the therapy, training, and education I’d gained since then, I was still filled with anxiety, knowing I was about to come face to face with the man who’d abused me over and over again. He may not have abducted me, but he sure as hell took advantage of my captivity.
Just