Leslie began her writing career as a stay-at-home-mom. Her life-long love for reading lead to reviewing books for Goodreads, Amazon and Jillian Dodd's Author Blog. Leslie is also the cofounder of The Indie Bookshelf, which hosts yearly author signings, primarily in the Dallas/FT Worth area.

When she is not writing, you will find her lunching with friends, sipping a cup of joe, binging on Netflix or working on a home DIY project.

Leslie lives in Texas with her husband, teenage son and daughter, and two very silly pugs. 

He lifted his eyes to me. I was instantly captivated. He was sheer beauty in his black, hooded cloak. Was he real or just my imagination? It didn't matter. I had to know the mysterious man shrouded in darkness...

Graveyard Watchman

Dominic thrusts him toward me. "You have to save him!" he pleads, breathless, his tone desperate and suffering. "He is dying!"


I blink, startled out of my haze and reach out, taking Samuel's face in my palms. Without thinking, I lean in and cover his mouth with mine, inhaling a deep breath and immediately taste blood. It's too much. I pull away, turning my head to cough and spit. Dominic's hands begin to shake. He falls to his knees, still holding our son's lifeless body in his arms. I can feel Samuel slipping away.


Suddenly, I'm weak and disoriented, but I try again, grabbing the sides of his face, trying to keep my mouth steady on his. I somehow muster more force, sucking in his pain and trauma, the same way I did for Dominic so long ago. Several sharp blows plunge into my ribs, and then my shoulder and my thigh. I ignore the agony piercing through my body and turn my head to cough, going back, again, again, again...


Chapter 74: This Can't Be Happening!