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.

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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

Detective Jeff Lafferty of the Madison Police Department was a middle-aged man with a dark, army-approved buzz cut and was about as intimidating as a dust bunny at five feet, five inches tall. His forensics team was in the house now, securing the scene, while Brad, Nick, and Trisha were being questioned at the main house.


Questioned. In a murder. Trisha couldn't get warm. 


Andrew was dead. Andrew who called her ma'am like a southern boy and smiled as if there was always something in life to smile about. Who would want someone like that dead? What kind of crazy bastard could kill someone like him?


Andrew had been a classmate of hers, Brad, and Chuck growing up. Though she was closest to Brad, the four of them were friends, much more than coworkers, and she much more than their boss. Irrevocable devastation tore at her chest, her throat. Her eyes burned with tears.


Andrew was dead and, apparently, it was her fault. She didn't even know why.


Chapter 26