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

"Quit your bitching and hold your goddaughter."


Brad's eyes narrowed to slits, but he took the baby from Trish. "I'm not changing another poopy diaper." One look at her daughter and he smiled, though. "Bethany Alexandra Mackey, it is a very lucky thing you look like your daddy. You'd be in trouble if you looked like your mom."


"Very funny. And since when do you take Nick's side on everything? Traitor. You're my best friend."


Brad never took his eyes from the baby. "Since he made you so happy."


She smiled, unable to argue that point, and looked around. "We did good here, Brad."


He glanced around the formal living room at her B&B. She watched his expression closely as he took everything in, finding the same admiration she felt. 


They'd restored the Drake house to its former glory, and it was beautiful. Alexandra's books were displayed proudly on the shelves beside the fireplace. A portrait of her hung above the mantle with a plaque relaying her biography. 


Chapter 69