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

They had air-lifted Trisha to a Madison hospital almost two hours ago. Two fucking hours. Nick ground his teeth waiting for any news as acid ate away at the lining of his gut. Brad kept alternating between sitting in the waiting room chair next to him and pacing. It was driving him batshit crazy.


Hell, he had to be crazy. He still hadn't processed what had gone down back at that creepy house, but whatever it was, it hadn't been in the realm of normal.


Alexandra Drake had come back from the dead. That was the only explanation, insane as it was. She had touched Trisha, and his world stopped the instant her heart had.


Nick closed his eyes, remembering how he'd slammed his foot against the banister, trying to get the wood to break so he could free himself. The damn railing had been solid.


He'd never felt so fucking helpless in his life.


Chapter 68