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

Nick had stopped at the Small Rapids police station before hitting the road. This early in the morning, the phone was still being forwarded to whoever was on call, so the station was empty. So were the files. Not a damn thing on Eaton or Drake. The whole situation was making his head hurt.


Fifteen minutes into the thirty minute drive to Madison, his cell rang. Shocked at the caller ID, he shoved the panic down. "What's wrong, Brad?" 


"Nothing. I wanted you to know I'm at Trisha's. She filled me in on what happened last night."


Nick sighed and changed lanes. "Weird, right?"


The non-talk, non-apology he and Brad had last night put them on friendly enough terms. Moreover, it forced Nick to realize how stupid he'd been acting where Brad was concerned. Whatever was going on, Brad wasn't a suspect in Nick's mind. And not someone to be jealous over.


Chapter 32