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. 
www.AuthorKellyMoran.com

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

The excavation order to exhume Alexandra Drake came a week later, two days after Chuck Harrison's funeral. Trisha stood behind the massive barren house next to Brad and Steve with her arms crossed, watching the Madison crime unit at work just to their left.


The heavy sadness she'd always felt near the tree line wasn't present. Once she'd led the team onto Alexandra's property, the sadness had washed away like a storm, leaving her with a sense of gratitude. She couldn't help but wonder if Alexandra was finally getting a resemblance of justice after thirty years.


"This is wrong," Steve muttered for the hundredth time.


Trisha glanced away from the dig and over to Steve. It was his day to babysit her. Ever since their trip to Milwaukee, Nick had ordered a man from the department with her twenty-four hours a day. 


"Well, Steve, we can't do anything about it. Detective Lafferty said this was necessary."


Chapter 55