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

Trisha had no idea how they'd gotten back to the main house, how a blanket had found itself in her lap on the couch, or how long Nick had been standing in front of her holding a steaming cup of tea.


"Okay," she muttered, taking it from him.


Scrubbing his hands over his face, he sat next to her on the couch in her living room. "Thank you for coming," he mumbled.


The alarm of hearing him say those words jolted her back. She jerked, the tea cup slipping from her fingers and shattering on the hardwood floor. "Wh-what? Where'd you hear that?"


"Damn it." He pinned her hands down on the blanket in her lap. "Be still, okay? I'll clean up the mess."


"No!" she shouted, near hysterics. "Where did you hear those words?"


"I was there with you in the woods, Trish. Remember? Someone, a someone who wasn't even physically there, said 'thank you for coming'."


Chapter 31