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The Drake House

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.

Kelly Moran · Fantasy
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69 Chs

Chapter 45

Nick stared at Trisha's house from his car in the driveway and swallowed. He'd never been a coward, but something about her got to him, scratching at raw nerve-endings until they'd bled. And this case forced back up the pain and dread he'd shoved down after Milwaukee. The shrink warned him this day would come, that all his emotions and senses would return. He hadn't believed it. He'd been numb so long he'd been more robot than man.

Truth was, he'd rather be a coward here in the car than face her with the news another of her men was dead. Again.

Her front door opened and Brad filled the doorway.

Nick climbed out of the car, shoved his hands in his pockets, and closed his eyes, struggling for composure. Brad groaned, forcing Nick to open them.

"I was hoping for a mangled car wreck."

"So was I," Nick said, understanding fully the morbid humor. "Did you get her to eat?"