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

They returned to the main house just as Nick's cell vibrated in his pocket. He ignored it and directed Trisha to sit on the couch. Her skin was still cold. So was he. Turning, he crouched and set another log in the fireplace as if that would help. The flames danced and popped as the new log caught. 


Squeezing his eyes closed, he tried banishing the images from earlier or how it had gutted seeing the woman he'd just made love to caught in a terrifying realm no one but her could understand.  It was no use. Tonight would be tattooed on his brain for eternity.


Rising, he looked at her, fighting an innate desire to pull her close and hold on. And he suspected it would be for his benefit, not hers. She hadn't stopped shivering since she'd awakened on Drake's porch, her beautiful eyes still vapid as if she hadn't fully returned. 


His cell went off again. He ignored it again. Wayne was on call tonight. He could deal with whatever menial crap came up. 


Chapter 44