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 wrapped her sweatshirt tighter to her body when the wind picked up. Nick wasn't at his house, and she couldn't stand to be at home right now. She'd asked Brad to drive her to Nick's place, but that was over an hour ago. Lacking the courage to call him, she sat down on the stoop for the third time to wait when his SUV pulled in the driveway. Rising, she hugged her arms around her as he got out of the car.


He took two steps before seeing her and paused mid-stride, several feet away on the sidewalk. The large manila envelope in his hands plopped to the ground. Quickly, he bent to retrieve it and straightened, not meeting her gaze.


Back on the orchard, he'd just been doing his job. She'd been too angry or surprised to realize it at the time. Deep down, she knew in her heart that her family, her people, couldn't have executed these murders. A seed of doubt was growing now though, and she couldn't focus on anything except getting out of the house. On seeing him.


Chapter 48