Kelly Moran is a bestselling author of enchanting ever-afters. She gets her ideas from everyone and everything around her and there's always a book playing out in her head. No one who knows her bats an eyelash when she talks to herself.

Kelly is a RITA® Finalist, RONE Award-Winner, Catherine Award-Winner, Readers Choice Finalist, Holt Medallion Finalist, and landed on the "Must Read" & "10 Best Reads" lists at USA TODAY's Lifestyle blog. She is a proud Romance Writers of America® member, where she was an Award of Excellence Finalist. Her books have foreign translation rights in Germany, the Czech Republic, and the Netherlands.

Kelly's interests include: sappy movies, MLB, NFL, driving others insane, and sleeping when she can. She is a closet coffee junkie and chocoholic, but don't tell anyone. She's originally from Wisconsin, but she resides in South Carolina with her three sons, her two dogs, and a cat. She loves hearing from her readers. 
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Trisha Eaton has been plagued by mysterious nightmares ever since her parents adopted her as a young girl. She chalked them up to childish nuisances until they return-- with a vengeance. Something about the Drake house next door to her family’s apple orchard haunts her. Now, her night terrors and sleepwalking seem to be luring her to something dark. When a series of strange events crops up, Trisha turns to Nick Mackey. 

As the new deputy in town, Nick just wants to put his traumatic past behind him. An undeniable attraction for Trisha has piqued interest and has him wondering if a shot at a normal life was possible. But Trisha has somehow struck a nerve, and a long-buried secret. A secret that someone they know will kill to keep veiled. Uncovered answers only seem to lead to more questions in a case where nothing makes sense. 

One chilling fact remains... some nightmares are all too real.


The Drake House

Brad paced the length of her kitchen. Trisha watched him from a chair in the corner, huddled under a pile of blankets he'd insisted she put on. His stride was tense, his hands fisted. He was worried. So was Nick. So was she.


Wayne and Nick were talking to each other on the other side of the room. Nick had thrown on a T-shirt over his jeans, but his feet were still bare. There was dried mud caked to the bottom of them as he left a trail through her kitchen. Nancy was going to be mad when she got back.


She couldn't get the ringing fear out of her head long enough to grasp what they were saying. Someone had been out in the woods. With a gun. In her demented nightmare, she wouldn't even have known if she'd been shot. Nick could've been killed. Brad, too.


"Maybe it was just a hunter," she offered.


All three men looked at her as if she'd grown a second head. She shrugged. So much for theories.


Chapter 24