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Somewhere Bound

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The highly-anticipated conclusion to the Foundlings Series is #LIVE! #SomewhereBound by #FionaKeane is on #KU Foundlings Series #3 | #NARomance


I’ve only ever been Sophia Reid, the quiet girl from—and going—nowhere. If I ever want to escape the torment of my memories, and the murderer in our shadow, I need to die.

Jameson told me his story started and ended with me. Now I need to figure out who I am, who we are, and lay to rest the mysteries of our past, so our story can begin.


I belong by Sophia’s side. If we ever get out of this nightmare, I’ll make her my wife, and I’ll give her everything she needs to make her happy. But right now, nowhere is safe. We left Florida, driving through deserts, across mountains, heading to Sophia’s old home in Oregon. Hopefully there, she’ll find peace…and answers.

I’ve spent my life trying to outrun death. But now, death may be the only thing that can save us.

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“Sophia.” Jameson stormed toward me, slamming my back against the mattress without warning. He was trembling. His body was grieving, coping, and desperate for comfort.

When his head lifted, pressing our foreheads together, I held my hands around his face. The glow of gold was there; I could see it, faintly, sparkling beyond the damage in his eyes. It was a promise. It was hope.

“We’ll be okay, Jameson,” I whispered, watching his eyes flicker back and forth between my own. “That’s our only option. We’re going to—”

“I’m going to kiss you, Soph.”

“Okay.” And with one touch, one gentle brush of his lips against mine, the lost, frightened girl was given a eulogy. With Jameson’s desperate longing, the greedy pressure against me, I felt Sophia Reid pass, carrying all the pain, all the loss, all of it, away with her.

His kiss was not the gentle, delicate exchange of emotion as all had been... It was new. It was a release; a passionate, promising embrace that burned my skin and moaned with liberation. It was like falling asleep after a long day. It was the first sunlight after a long, dark winter. This kiss was the beginning and end of everything. And, oh, did my heart scream for it.

Fueled by coffee and rainy days, shelves of books consuming her home in the Pacific Northwest, and a vivid imagination, Fiona writes about love because she believes the world needs more of it. She could spend eternity lost in a story, taken into someone’s thoughts while she is left lingering there long after the pages have turned. Fiona works to meld themes in the current world and spin them into stories of longing, determination, and hope. Her characters are relatable and relevant, as they battle their own fictional version of existence.



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