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

Using the excuse of needing to meet with a supplier for the orchard, Trisha and Nick left Small Rapids and headed into Milwaukee. Their appointment with Albert Winfield, Alexandra Drake's attorney, was at ten.


Trisha fidgeted with her purse strap from the passenger's seat as Nick wove his way through the end of morning rush hour on I-94 toward downtown. They'd made changes to the interstate since she'd been here last, but the traffic was still relentless.


Exiting on Clybourn, Nick turned north until hitting Wells Street and locating a parking structure. The fishy, humid smell of Lake Michigan and the cry of seagulls hit the open window. Her stomach wouldn't calm down. Every curve of the road emphasized the nervous cramps present since she'd gotten in the car.


"It would be best to let me ask the questions." Nick's hands tightened on the wheel. "If you have something to add, go ahead, but I want to see what he knows without probing too deeply."


Chapter 36