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

I slowly open my eyes, blurred by something warm running down my face, but I can't see. The room is too dark. I attempt to lean up and grimace as another jolt of pain shoots up my back. Nausea hit my gut, and I try to breathe through it, gingerly reaching up and wiping away the sticky wetness. I have to blink several times to focus, holding up my trembling hand when I finally I see it. Blood and lots of it, dripping from my palm and trickling down my fingers. 


My vision begins to wobble as bile threatens deep in my throat. I bring my head back on the chapel floor, drained and weakened, but I need to keep going. I have to stop Dominic. I have to get my family, but the silence is intoxicating, numbing my body and I'm drawn to it. 


Another flash of light appears from behind me, and I sluggishly turn my head, startled to see three enormous men dressed in all white, standing in front of my husband and daughter. 


Chapter 102: Time Travel or Just a Dream?