The old clock tower watches over Crescent Bay like a silent guardian… but it isn’t the only one keeping an eye on the city. Perched high above the streets, Sera begins her mission here—with wind in her hair, wings hidden, and her newest charge’s fate resting squarely in her hands.

What she sees from this height will shape everything that comes next.

Read the opening of Chris Gets the Girl:

No one notices angels.  Of course, no one would spot me on my perch high above Crescent Bay.   I crouched in an almost avian manner, a posture born to accommodate my wings though I’d long since hidden their physical form. 

Among the general population, wings only draw unwanted attention–a complication I could do without.

Blending into the world is how I perform my job best. 

I’m an earth angel.  Not the kind with a halo, glowing robes, and a melodious voice.  No, I’m a trench warrior, relegated to the earthly realm.

In the distance, the harbor bell clanged as a sudden gust of wind whooshed past it.  Its melancholy tone floated on the air that tasted of salt and whispered secrets from the sea.

A moment later, my coat fluttered in the breeze, and a strip of flaming red hair blew across my cheek. 

I smoothed it back as I searched the streets, using my telescopic vision to search for my next charge.

I’d received the assignment only a day ago. After my last charge no longer needed my help, having successfully completed my mission, I moved on to the next one.

I pulled her picture up on my cell phone.  Yes, even angels use cell phones.  And yes, I spend too much time on social media, too.  But I always call it “research.”

The woman’s face stared back at me from her file.  With soft, pleasant features, warm, brown eyes, and a lovely smile, she didn’t look like she’d need help, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. 

I hadn’t spotted that face anywhere in the early morning swarms of people leaving their apartments and homes to hit the city’s streets. 

Today was the day I’d introduce myself to Emily Thompson.  The day I’d begin guiding her to ensure a positive result. 

Apparently, Miss Emily Thompson was a very important woman…or would be. 

“She must be saved at all costs,” my supervisor said as he uploaded the file to our heavenly server.  “Make sure she survives.”

“What are we working with here?” I asked as I waited for the case file to load on my phone.  “Delay her to avoid a car accident?  Have her bag break so she doesn’t get hit by a bus?”

“Sorry, none of that.  This is…a tricky case.” 

I raised my eyebrows at him, lifting my gaze from my screen.  “Tricky?”

He leaned back in his aging wooden desk chair.  It creaked and groaned.  I wondered why he kept it.  After all, in his realm, he could sit on a cloud instead of that rickety old thing.  “Nail this one, Seraphina, and you’ll be looking at a promotion.”

My lips parted at the words.  “Pro–promotion?  As in…”

“Pick your choir, kid, you’ll hit the big leagues.”

“Really?  Like any choir?”

Jake let the chair slam back down on its base as he waved a hand in the air.  “Don’t get carried away.  This one is going to test your skills.  And it’s not a direct route into the choirs of angels.  But, you’d make the short list.”

I pressed my lips together, bobbing my head.  It couldn’t hurt me to nail this.  I’d be one step closer to that promotion, though I didn’t mind my work on Earth. 

I didn’t mind humans, mostly.  They were interesting, funny, goofy little creatures that didn’t behave by any logic at times.  But they could be some of the kindest souls.

“Understood,” I replied, the word a promise as I pocketed my phone.

“She’s important, Sera,” he called as I backed away from his desk.

I bobbed my head. “I said I got it.”

I twisted on my heel and strode from his office.

“Don’t mess it up!”

I waved a hand over my head, stepping into the hall and heading for the cloud on my left to head back to Earth. 

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Warm cinnamon air. Steaming mugs. Morning crowds swirling in and out.

It’s here—among humans and their caffeine-fueled chaos—that Sera makes her very first move toward protecting Emily Thompson.

A simple act of kindness becomes the first thread that ties their lives together…even if Emily has no idea who (or what) is watching over her.

Read an excerpt from Chris Gets the Girl:

I scanned the streets again, this time finding her.  Time to go to work.

I tracked her movements for another few moments, noting the tremor in her hand as she swept a lock of brunette hair away from her face before she allowed someone else to pass in front of her.

She seemed to be a gentle soul.  Despite her diagnosis, she’d been working her way through college with plans to go to medical school. 

I imagined she’d make some great medical discovery.  Maybe she’d even cure her own syndrome. 

Either way, it didn’t matter what she would go on to do, only that she must be allowed to do it.  And I had to make certain that happened. 

I needed to learn more.  And I had a plan to do that.

With my phone safely tucked into my pocket, I leapt from my perch.  As surprising as that sounds, no one noticed when angels float back down from their post to return to the ground below. 

I hit the ground softly, my wings compensating enough to ease my descent and adjusted my jacket. 

The morning crowds swirled around me as the general population shuffled about their daily business.  I pulled my gloves tighter.  I wore them always, and it had nothing to do with the weather. 

It had to do with one of my powers.  I had been blessed–or maybe cursed–with Soul Glimpsing.  Even the slightest brush of my skin against someone else’s could unfold their life in a fleeting, powerful vision, often revealing deep hidden truths.

It may sound useful, but beyond the ethical implications of peeking into people’s private lives, it could be incredibly painful for me. 

So, I wore gloves all the time.  If anyone asked, I told them I had a strange skin condition.  It usually did the trick as no one wanted to embarrass me further.  

I shoved my gloved hands into my pocket as I strode toward the same coffee shop as my charge, arriving just after her.

With my head down, I ducked into the door and joined the line behind her.  The line inched up until Emily placed her order. 

I sucked in a deep breath as I rubbed the back of my neck, narrowing my eyes at the machine where her total for the order appeared.  She tapped her card against it, receiving a big red X.

“Try again,” the barista said, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he adjusted the visor on his head. 

She tapped her card again, but it failed again.  She winced, color rising into her cheeks.  “Sorry.  I know I’ve got enough in the bank.”

“Try to stick it in the chip reader,” the cashier suggested.

She bobbed her head and slid the card into the slot. 

A second later, the man shook his head.  “Sorry.  Do you have another card?”

“No,” she answered. 

I knew she wouldn’t.  My study of her had shown that she lived frugally outside of her coffeehouse splurge every Wednesday morning so she could make it through her back-to-back labs. 

“Uh,” Emily murmured, slicking a lock of hair behind her ear as her cheeks burned.  “I–”

“I’ve got it,” I said, waving my card in the air.  “Put my caramel mocha and hers on my card, please.”

“Oh, no,” Emily answered with a shake of her head.  “That’s too kind but I couldn’t.  Just cancel the order.”

“Too late,” the barista answered as someone called out Emily’s name at the pickup window.

“Go on,” I said with a nod as a new total appeared and I tapped my card.

After I returned it to my wallet, I meandered down the line to the pickup window where Emily sipped her coffee.

She offered me a wide smile.  “Thank you so much.  I’m so embarrassed.”

I waved the comment away as an employee delivered my drink.  “It happens to the best of us.”

That wasn’t true.  It never happened to me.  It helped to have connections upstairs.  I wasn’t rich, but I never ran out of money. 

“I really owe you.  Please let me pay you back some way.”

“It was three dollars.  It won’t break me,” I answered as I motioned to the door. 

Emily understood the silent gesture and shuffled beside me as I crossed the tile floor toward it, leaving behind the sweet smell of cinnamon for the salty seaside air of Crescent Bay.  “Still, I feel like I owe you.  The least I can do is give you the cash back.”

I took a sip of my overly sweet drink.

“We could meet for lunch later today.  I’ve got an hour between labs.  I’ll have the cash for you.”

“That’s really not necessary,” I answered, “but I have the feeling you’ll insist.”

“I will,” she said with a lift of her chin and a smile.  “How’s The Grille?  It’s not fancy, but it’s decent food.”

“Sounds great,” I answered before I thrust my hand forward. “I’m Sera.”

“Emily,” she said with a firm shake.  “Emily Thompson.”

“Sera Lightwood.  You said you have labs?”

“I’m a biology major.  Hoping to be pre-med.”

“Oh, wow,” I said, pretending to sound surprised.  “You must be very busy.”

“Oh, the schedule’s a killer, but I love it,” she said as she slowed to a stop outside of a campus building.  I knew she had classes in it.  “This is me.  See you at noon?”

“Noon at The Grille. I look forward to retrieving those three dollars,” I said with a laugh before I waved and strode away.

A quick glance over my shoulder showed her pushing into the building.  I sucked in a breath as I continued down the sidewalk toward the park nearby.  I’d use the time to study more about her and her condition using the heavenly network jam-packed with information. 

I took another sip of my coffee before I dumped the cup into the trashcan. Too much caffeine and I’d be zipping in circles at the top of the clock tower.  Caffeine and angels didn’t mix.

What should have been a simple errand becomes Sera’s first encounter with the man whose presence changes everything.

In the fading evening light, with the scent of salt and cold wind in the air, she collides—literally—with a stranger whose touch sends visions slicing through her mind.

This is the moment Sera first senses the truth:Victor Cross is no ordinary man.

Read an excerpt from Chris Gets the Girl:

I pushed into the old-fashioned pharmacy whose door boasted they’d been in the same location for over one hundred years and made my way to the counter at the back. 

After giving Emily’s name to the assistant, I completed the transaction, grabbed the bag and hastened back into the early evening air. 

As I rounded the corner, a chilly gust of air snaking past me, I smacked into someone.

I bounced back a step, the bag of medication falling to the ground below.  We both stooped to grab it, but he picked it up before I could. 

I swallowed hard as I thrust my hand out.  Something about him screamed trouble.  His dark eyes met mine, and the corner of his perfectly formed lips tugged back in what I’d describe as a seductive smile. 

“You dropped something.”  His smooth, rich voice sent a shiver down my spine.

“Thanks,” I answered, reaching for the bag. 

He kept it closed to his chest. With my focus on the white paper, I missed his hand reaching for me.  He brushed a lock of hair that had blown across my cheek, his skin grazing mine. 

I sucked in a deep breath as odd images strafed across my mind.  My eyes widened, and he grinned at me, thrusting the bag out.

With my heart racing, I grabbed it and pushed past him, my eyes still wide and my chest still tight. 

“Wait,” he called after me, those dark, alluring eyes on me.  “Are you Emily?”

“No,” I answered, my voice slightly shaky.  “I’m picking this up for a friend.”

“I’m Victor.  Victor Cross.”  He thrust his hand forward, but after what I’d seen, I failed to take his hand.  He pulled it back.  “I hope your friend feels better.”

“Thanks,” I said, spinning on my heel and hurrying away.  I glanced back once over my shoulder, finding his eyes still lingering on me.  His gaze sent another chill rattling through me. 

There was something abnormal about him, something unsettling.  Something sinister.

Before angels, vampires, and impossible truths crash into his life, Chris Wright is just a brilliant, guarded doctor with a chip on his shoulder and a heart he’s convinced no one can see.

This is where his journey begins—among coffee spills, sharp wit, medical cases, and a best friend who refuses to let him hide behind his arrogance.

He has no idea that his next patient interaction won’t be with a human at all…and that everything he believes about science, control, and himself is about to be shattered.

Read an excerpt from Chris Gets the Girl:

A groan escaped my lips as the elderly woman stumbled sideways, knocking into me and splashing my coffee all over my silk tie.  I flicked the dark liquid with my fingertips, grimacing.

“Sorry, dear,” she said, her voice sweet as she smiled penitently at me, batting what was left of her eyelashes. 

“Yeah, whatever,” I mumbled as I shook my head at the spots forming.  “Maybe try a wheelchair next time.”

As I hurried down the hall, a twinge of guilt prickled at me.  I shoved it away.  I’d long since honed my defense mechanisms after a lifetime of difficult relationships. I pushed into the on-call room in search of paper towels to clean up. 

“Bad day, Dr. Wright?” a voice asked as I grabbed a wad of napkins from the table and dabbed at the spots.

I rolled my eyes, refusing to turn around to face my colleague. “Some old bat ran into me and spilled my coffee all over me.”

Behind me, the other doctor laughed, the sound echoing off the walls of the cramped space.  “Some old bat?  You do realize we’re doctors, right, Wright?”

This time I twisted around to eye her. “Really?”

She smirked at me, flicking a lock of her dark hair over her shoulder as amusement played in her eyes–her message clear.  She found my irritation more amusing than concerning. “See what I did there?  Right, Wright?”

“I saw.  You know, if this whole doctor thing doesn’t work out, you could try stand-up comedy.”  I turned back to the mirror, intent on removing the stains from my tie.

“I’d be more concerned about the whole doctor thing not working out for you, Wright.  I mean…you are the one calling our patients old bats.  We’re supposed to be helping them stay healthy, not criticizing their age.”

“I wasn’t criticizing her age.  And I do help them stay healthy.  I’m a veritable angel, Lena.”

She crossed her arms and puckered her lips, fake concentration playing on her features.  “Yeah.  I can see your halo from here.”

I let out a chuckle as I tossed away the napkins, still unsatisfied with the job they’d done but willing to give up.  “I’m serious.  There’s a thin line between saving lives and playing God.  And I walk it daily.”

Lena rolled her eyes at me.  “Why did you become a doctor, anyway?  It’s not like you need the money.  Instead of hanging out here playing God, you could be…shuffling around that big old house of yours doing whatever it is you’d do.  Being cranky and complaining.”

“I’m not cranky and I don’t complain.”  I threw my hands out to the sides.  “Is it so wrong that I’d like people to be a little grateful that I’m saving their lives?”

Lena crinkled her brow.  “Wow, you really do think you’re an angel.”

I laughed at her, shaking my head.  “No, I don’t.”

“Really?” she questioned.  “Oh, so you just really think you’re God.”

“Nope.  There are no such things as angels, Lena.  But there is such a thing as science.  And some of my treatments are the most cutting edge in the world.  I just think people would appreciate me a little more, that’s all.”

“Do you know why I got into medicine, Chris?”

“The whopping paycheck?” I asked as I returned to the mirror to study my marred tie. 

“To help people.”

“Well, that makes one of us.”  I spun to face her again.  “I got into it for the science.  The thrill of discovery.  And with the progress I’ve made, I can change people’s lives.  I don’t think it’s too much to ask for a little gratitude.”

“Well,” Lena said as she hoisted a set of folders from the desk next to her, “maybe you’ll find some in your ER rotation.”

She shoved the folders at my chest and patted my shoulders with a grin.

“ER rotation?  I’m not on this morning.”

“You are now.  Raj is on vacation, and Izzie’s out sick.  You’re up, doc.”

“You’re joking.  I have other things to do, Lena.”

She strode to the door, twisting back to shrug and offer me an amused smile.  “Sorry, Wright.  It stinks that I’m your boss, huh?”

Behind the polished walls of Chris Harrington’s mansion, the edges of his gruff exterior finally begin to crack.

Here, in the quiet between danger and dawn, Sera finds something she didn’t expect—comfort, protection, and a man whose heart responds to hers in ways neither of them understand.

It’s the first moment she lets herself lean into him.

And the moment he realizes he’d burn the world down to keep her safe.

Excerpt from Chris Gets the Girl 

He reached for me, more gently this time and carefully avoiding my skin, and pulled me closer.  “Sera, please let me keep you safe.  You don’t have to face this alone.”

The words brought another sob from deep within me as some of my uncertainty melted away.  I wrapped my arms around him, clinging to the support he promised.

His hand gently rubbed my back, another form of reassurance that matched the gentle whispers designed to soothe me.  “It’s okay, Sera.  It’s okay.”

We stayed locked together for several moments until my muscles relaxed.  I’d never allowed anyone to be this close.  My head rested on his shoulder, my eyes sliding closed as I felt security building within me.

I pulled back after a few more moments.  “Thank you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He offered me a fleeting smile, concern still floating in his eyes.  “You feeling any better?”

I nodded.  “Yes.”

“And you’re not going to run out?  I don’t have to worry about you disappearing, right?  Because, Sera, I…I just want you to be safe.”

“I know.”  I stared at his chest, knowing the heart that beat inside it was so filled with goodness despite all the layers he used to hide it.

“I wish I could tell you, Chris.  But I can’t.”  I pressed my lips together, holding back the tears that threatened.

“Let’s just take this one step at a time.  I realize trust is probably something that is difficult for you.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you.  I just…”

“It’s okay,” he answered.  “You’re exhausted.  I think you should try to get some sleep.  We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

I licked my lips as I flicked away a tear that had fallen.  “Yeah.”

“I’m right down the hall, okay? If you need anything…anything…even if you’re just scared and you want someone to be with you, you knock on that door, okay?”

I bobbed my head.

He leaned forward to catch my eyes, his gaze pleading.  “Sera?  Promise?”

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded.  “I promise.”

He offered me a soft smile, his hand hovering in the air before he curled it into a fist, an obvious sign that he was attempting to stop himself from reaching for me again.

The gesture melted my heart.

“Good night,” he finally said.

“Wait,” I said, my voice catching in my throat.  “You…never explained what happens when I touch you.”

I wondered if he’d answer, or would he hold back the information in exchange for something from me.

His fist tightened, and he huffed out a chuckle.  “Talk about something you won’t believe.”

“Try me,” I said softly.

He swallowed hard, the corners of his lips curling.  “It’s…about as close to magic as you can get, Sera.  I just…flood with warmth and happiness.  I feel so at peace.  It’s like we’re…connected.”

He shook his head, his gaze floating to the ceiling.  “I know it sounds crazy.”

“It doesn’t.”  I hadn’t heard of it before, but given the strong connection we had and his ability to help me counter the evilness I’d seen from Victor, it made sense.

Normally, only I received information during a Glimpse, but he seemed to be getting something from this.

“Well, at least you’re not running out of the house because you think I’m crazy.”

I studied him for a moment before I removed my glove and stretched my shaky hand out toward him. My fingers reached for his.

His forehead crinkled.  “Sera?  Are you sure?”

I nodded, issuing a soft warning.  “Gently.”

He lifted his hand toward mine.  They hovered inches apart before our skin finally touched, our fingers interlacing.  Images shot through my mind, more of his life unfolding in front of me.

I wondered if he was receiving the warmth and happiness he’d experienced on the previous two occasions.  The way his smile broadened across his features, I assumed he was.

“Do you feel it?”  With each touch, I found it easier to process the images I received from him.  Was the effect waning on his end, too?

“Yes,” he murmured, his voice breathy.  “It’s beautiful, Sera.  Do you feel it?”

Tucked at the edge of Crescent Bay, Elara’s cottage is more than a cozy hideaway — it’s a refuge.
People arrive here shaken, haunted, or broken… and somehow leave with a little more truth than they came with.

When the supernatural world spirals out of control, this is where confessions spill, hearts crack open, and the first threads of healing begin.

Step inside — but be warned:
Elara always hears more than you say.

Read the excerpt from Aaron Finds His Forever:

He shuffled into my living room, collapsing into a chair while I hurried to the kitchen.

Within minutes, I carried a steaming cup of tea to him, adding some liquor before he took his first sip.

I perched on the edge of the armchair, my features pinched as I stared at him. “Aaron, what happened? Are you hurt?”

He shook his head. “No, but I wish I was.  I ought to be.”

“What are you saying?” I asked.  “Aaron, what happened?”

“I went to the hospital.  Lena…she wouldn’t go looking for Liam.  She was upset.  That made me angry.  I think she’s in love with him.”

The words stopped my heart.  His wife was in love with Liam?  I licked my lips.  “Do you have a picture of Lena?”

He screwed up his face as he glanced at me. “What?”

“Never mind,” I said with a shake of my head.  “Continue, I’m sorry.”

“We went to search for Liam.”

“We?” I prodded.

“Chris, me, Victor and his wife, Emily.”

I suppressed a shudder at that name.  Victor Cross.  There it was again.  So, he knew Aaron.  The walls were closing in around me, and I didn’t know what to do.  It was like Aaron Becker was leading every enemy I had to my doorstep.  

“Okay.  And you found him?”

“Not quite.  We followed a trail of blood.”  He stared into space, his features pinched.  “But when we got to the roof, they were gone.  He’d somehow gotten off that roof with Sera.”

“Sera is Chris’s wife,” I said, more for my own understanding.

“Right.”  He finally shifted his gaze to me.  “We couldn’t find Liam anywhere, but then…Lena called me.  She said she needed to talk.  She asked me to go to Chris and Sera’s.”

“Okay.” The sudden reappearance of Lena didn’t make any sense to me.  Was he just rambling?  Was his timeline confused?

“I went there.  Lena ended our marriage.  And that’s when I knew.  I knew the werewolf was in that house.  I just knew it.”

My heart thudded harder against my ribs.  Had he destroyed Liam?  Or had Liam attacked him and he’d narrowly escaped?

I shifted forward on my seat, my features turning worried.  “And?”

His voice broke a little. “I searched the house for him.  I…found him.  I raised the gun.”

My lower lip trembled as I waited to hear if he’d shot Liam or if Liam had defended himself.  

“I shot it.  Oh, heavens, I shot her.  I shot her.”  His voice was nearly breathless as he recounted his story.  

“Shot her?” I repeated, my voice questioning.  “Her?  I thought you shot Liam?”

He took another sip of his tea. “I tried.  I did.  But…she moved just as I pulled the trigger.  I shot Sera.  Right in the gut.  She was bleeding out when I left.  I ran…I didn’t know what to do.”

He stared at me, his eyes wide with fear, the shock still coursing through him.  “I didn’t mean to do it.  I didn’t, I swear.”

Perched on the cliffs above Crescent Bay, Victor’s mansion is all polished marble and seductive shadows — a place where charm masks cruelty, and secrets are stitched into every velvet-draped room.

No one enters this house without giving something up.

Freedom.
Hope.
Their heart… or their blood.

Behind these walls, Victor’s obsessions take root and grow sharp.

This is where he keeps what he covets — and where the truth of his darkest sins whispers from the past.

Step carefully.
In Victor’s domain, love becomes leverage…and the monster always thinks he deserves you.

Read an excerpt from Emily Wins His Heart:

I narrowed my eyes at my beautiful captive.  Somehow, she was even more lovely when she cried.

Her fingers tightened around the bars, the light glinting off the diamond on her left hand.

My fingers curled into fists as anger heated my blood and flared my nostrils.  “Take that ring off.”

Sera’s glassy eyes fell to her own hand before she released the bar, hiding her hand behind her back.  “No.”

“You’re not his anymore.  You never should have been.”

She swallowed hard, raising her chin.  “I know you don’t want to hear this, but you need to. I love Chris.  I will never leave him.  And he will never stop searching for me.”

“He’ll never find you either.” My voice took on a razor sharpness, each word meant to cut through the bravado she wore like armor. I had to shatter her belief that she could ever reunite with that simpering human. “You deserve so much better, Sera.”

“I love Chris,” she answered again.  

The words, like a knife to my stony heart, enraged me.  With a loud growl, I reached for a nearby vase and hurled it across the room.  It smashed into a million pieces with a loud crash.  

“You can act out all you’d like.  That will never change it, Victor.”

“Won’t it?”  I lunged toward her, and she backed away from the bars, pressing herself against the back wall of her cell.  

“Come here, Sera,” I taunted.  “One touch is all it will take to change your mind.”

She shook her head.  “No.  Your touch won’t change my mind.”

I cocked my head. “Then why are you afraid?”

Her features twisted a little.  “I’m not afraid.  I’m disgusted.”

The last word from her lips, spat out like she’d tasted something foul, twisted my gut into a knot.  

“You have done truly horrible things.  Your darkness nearly consumed me once.  Chris saved me that night.”

I huffed out a sarcastic laugh, slapping my hands together slowly in a dramatic display.  “Well, let’s give the man a medal, shall we?”

“I gave him one,” she answered.  “My heart.  Something you will never have.”

The statement wiped away any of the levity I faked.  “Careful, Sera, you are pushing me to do something we may both regret.”

“Like you did over a century ago?”

I swallowed hard at the words.  I’d done a lot of things in the eons I’d spent walking this earth, but a few of them still haunted me.  Was she referring to one of those incidents or was she merely searching for my weak spot?  “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You killed that girl, Victor.  You know you did.”

“I’ve killed a lot of people,” I shot back, the knot in my stomach twisting a little tighter as I worried she’d found my weakness.

Her features relaxed a little as she raised her chin.  “But most of them didn’t bother you the way Juliette did.”

My body stiffened, each muscle going taut, stretching as even the utterance of her name sent shockwaves through my body.

“You killed her.  She was so innocent.”

Memories of Juliette, the sweet woman who had made the mistake of smiling at me as she crossed the street, of her rosy cheeks, her alabaster skin, her soft auburn hair, swept through my mind unbidden.  

I’d been consumed with desire for her.  I’d wooed her, but in the end, I’d proved to be to much for her.  

The image of her lifeless body, still and pale, the rosiness robbed from her as she lay dead in front of me still haunted me.

By daylight, this apartment looks ordinary — warm lights, shared memories, a marriage living on borrowed time.
But at night?
This place becomes a crossroads.

Silent hallways.
Unspoken resentment.
A phone glowing with a message from the wrong man… or maybe the right one.

Here, Lena’s life begins to split into two:
the marriage she’s supposed to salvage
and the connection she can’t ignore.

Every whispered text, every flicked-on light, every breath of suspicion deepens the fracture between her and Aaron — long before either of them admits the truth.

This is the apartment where loyalty falters, longing blooms, and lives start to unravel.

Read an excerpt from Lena Saves Her Love:

With a heavy sigh, I curled my fingers around my steering wheel again and let my foot off the brake.  In a little over an hour, I’d made it home, pulling into my parking space at our apartment building.

I grabbed my purse and climbed from the car with a tired huff.

When I arrived on our floor, I slogged to the apartment and slid the key into the lock as quietly as I could.

I slid into the darkened apartment, slipping my shoes off so they wouldn’t clack across the tile entryway.  I eased my keys onto the hook hanging near the door before I tiptoed to the couch.  

Aaron must have gone to bed hours ago, I figured as I collapsed onto the supple leather and drew my feet up under me.

I dug through my purse for my phone, toggling into Liam’s message.  My shaky thumb hovered over the virtual keyboard.  Had he merely been being polite when he asked me to text him?

I sighed as I wondered if I’d come across as too eager.  As I struggled with the decision to send the text he’d asked for, a message appeared on my screen.  Hey, Lena, just checking in as it’s been over an hour.  I hope you made it home okay.  Also, I’m not being creepy.  I just…you probably forgot that you said you’d text, so I wanted to remind you.

The message stunned me.  I sat for a few moments in silence as I read it over and over, my heart speeding up a little at the warmth I got from the simple text.

Finally, I let my thumbs fly across the virtual keyboard.  I just got in a few minutes ago, sorry.  I didn’t forget.  I couldn’t forget you.

I sent it before I could think further, then immediately regretted the last line.  I let my head fall back against the cushion behind me, scolding myself for typing it. 

Another message popped onto my screen.  I’m glad you’re home safe.  And I hope to see you soon.  Let me know when you’re coming for pizza.

I smiled down at the message, trying to decide when I could return when the lights snapped on, blinding me.  

I squeezed my eyes closed with a groan before I opened them to slits, finding Aaron standing in the hallway.  

He sighed, crossing his arms.  “So, first you take off, you’re gone all night, and now I find you texting someone in the wee hours of the morning.  Should I be concerned?”

I swallowed hard, wanting to retort with a scoff at the ridiculous question, but the way my heart raced at the messages Liam was sending…I wasn’t sure I could.

I was falling for another man, and I wasn’t certain what that would mean for my marriage, but I doubted it was good.

Emily’s quiet apartment should have been a place of rest—soft lamplight, warm blankets, and the steady rhythm of a city winding down.

Instead, it becomes the first battleground of Sera’s mission.

A Soul Glimpse gone terribly wrong leaves her shaken to her core, torn between unbearable darkness and the one source of light she can cling to: Chris Wright.

Here, in this small space, Sera must choose whether to trust him with her fear… or break apart alone.

Read an excerpt from Chris Gets the Girl:

Within another minute, we were inside Emily’s apartment.  I quickly locked the door, using every lock she had. 

I needed to make certain Emily was okay.  She was my primary mission.  After that, I’d have to face dealing with this Soul Glimpse.  But I hadn’t decided on a slow-burn or fast-flame yet.  Either felt like it would kill me.

“Sera, what happened?” Chris asked as he slid a steadying hand onto my shoulder.

“We should check on Emily,” I answered, attempting to distract him and myself.

“She’s still asleep.  It’s okay.”

The visions fought to take control of me, and I struggled to keep them in check.  I needed to deal with this soon, or I’d crack apart. 

“Sera, can you tell me what happened?” Chris pressed.

I appreciated his concern, but I couldn’t tell him anything.  The rising tide of emotion welling inside me threatened to undo me.  I needed to escape. 

My chest tightened and breathing became difficult.  I gasped for air.  “I have to go.”

I twisted to the door, grabbing the chain lock to undo it when his hand clamped over mine.  “No.”

“I can’t be here for this.”  My voice, raw and frightened, betrayed all of the fear I faced.  He couldn’t watch me process this Glimpse, but I was terrified to be alone.

“Be here for what?  Sera, what happened?”  He twisted me to face him, his hands firm on my shoulders.

“Okay, Sera, just look at me.  You’re safe.  Okay?  Focus on me.”

His words rang in my head as I fought to steady myself, but it was a losing battle. I was slipping away, and I could feel it.  I didn’t have the strength to process what I’d just seen.  The blackness in Victor Cross’s soul was eating me alive. 

My eyes raised to his as my spirit threatened to give in to the darkness.  While it had been painful, the Soul Glimpse into Chris Wright’s heart had been so much easier.  I feared Victor Cross’s would kill me. 

I needed to cling to Chris’s goodness, but it was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the vile things I’d witnessed from Victor’s life.  I had to strengthen it, and there was only one way to do that. 

I ripped my glove from my hand and pressed it against Chris’s cheek, drinking in the light. 

Difficult times came with it, giving me a further peek into what made him tick, but I searched through to find that shining heart he had. 

There it was.  Relief coursed through me as I grasped onto his virtue, letting my head sink onto his chest as I continued to draw on his strength.

My breathing slowed, and the primal fear that had left me shaking waned.  I’d still have to deal with the Glimpse, but for now, I could fight through the darkness. 

When I’d gathered enough strength, I pulled my hand away.

“Sera?” His voice, softened, shaky, and raw, made me wonder if he’d experienced something on his end.  He had claimed to have felt a connection the first time we’d touched.  Had it happened again?

Hidden behind this quiet apartment door is the one place Sera tries to keep the world at bay.

Her sanctuary… until Chris Wright shows up determined to break through every wall she’s built.

Here, fear battles longing as Sera desperately tries to hide her true nature—and Chris refuses to let her slip away again.

It’s the moment their connection shifts from cautious curiosity to something neither of them can deny.

Read an excerpt from Chris Gets the Girl:

A knock sounded at my door as I eyed the red gash. 

I furrowed my brow, wondering who would be at my door.  Could it be Emily?

My question was answered a moment later.  As I hovered in the doorway to the bathroom, a voice hollered.  “Sera?  Sera, it’s Chris. Open the door.”

My shoulders slumped as I tossed the towel onto the sink top and raced to grab my gloves.  As I tugged them on, I answered him. “Chris?  What are you doing here?”

“Open the door.  Sera, I’m not leaving until I see you.  Now, open up.”

I’d known enough from my Glimpse into his soul that he likely wouldn’t leave unless I opened the door.  Chris Wright had a way of pushing himself onto people because he assumed no one would accept him otherwise. 

With a deep breath, I pulled the door open.  I studied him, my eyebrows pinching together.  I detected the scent of alcohol.  Had he been drinking?

That could make him unpredictable.  And I didn’t need an unpredictable Chris Wright.  The way he stared at my lips made my insides twist.  The depth of his soul that I’d see if our lips met was more than I was ready for. 

I shook my head.  “Chris, you shouldn’t be here.”

“I had to be,” he said, his voice slightly slurred. 

“You’ve been drinking,” I answered, trying to keep my tone steady. 

He gave me a half-grin.  “A little.  I’m fine.  I’m…fine.  Can I come in?”

I shook my head, my eyes trained on him.  I couldn’t risk a touch, and he was tipsy enough to try for one without warning.  “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He let his gaze fall to the floor as he chewed the inside of his cheek, his head bobbing.  I could read the disappointment on his features, borne of all that rejection he’d received from his childhood. 

“If you promise not to touch,” I found myself saying even though I knew I was treading on dangerous ground.

The look of hope in his eyes as he snapped his gaze to me sent a swirl of nervousness and compassion jolting through me. 

He skirted past me, his hands held in the air as a silent promise.  A doctor’s bag dangled from his fingers. 

“You didn’t need to come,” I said as I closed the door.  “I’m fine.”

“Sera, you ran out of the hospital today…and then you disappeared.”

“I didn’t disappear.  I…just…needed some time.”

He heaved a sigh as he placed his hands on his hips.  “You needed some medical treatment, too.”

“I didn’t.  I’m fine,” I assured him.

His eyes fell to my forearm.  “Can I see that wound on your arm?”

“I just cleaned it up. It’s fine,” I said as I tugged my sleeve up to show him.

He leaned closer to study it.  “With what?  Hydrogen peroxide?”

I shrugged and nodded as he clicked his tongue. 

“Sera,” he said, his tone a warning, “why didn’t you stay at the hospital today?  You need that cleaned and dressed. And you needed some other tests.”

“There are things about me you don’t know,” I said. 

He rushed toward me, and I stumbled back a step, afraid he’d touch me again.  “Then, tell me, Sera.”

But I couldn’t.  There was no way he would understand, let alone believe me. 

Deep in the mountains, tucked away beneath towering pines and winter-dark skies, lies Liam’s cabin — a place he built for solitude.

But solitude is the last thing Lena finds here.

Inside these walls, something shifts.

The flicker of lantern light.

The smell of woodsmoke and homemade dinner.

A wounded werewolf trying too hard not to stare.

A married woman trying too hard not to feel anything at all.

Here, awkward small talk turns into stolen glances.

Homemade apple dumplings become something like intimacy.

And one evening of kindness becomes the first step toward a bond neither of them should want — but both of them feel.

This cabin is where tension grows roots… and choices start to crack.

Read an excerpt from Lena Saves Her Love:

I stole another glance across the table at the man across from me as I pushed my piece of steak around in the juices that spilled from it.  Staring down at the chunk of meat, I was suddenly reminded that the man I was ogling was a werewolf.  

I’d never seen him in his wolf form, and I wondered briefly if I ever would.  I decided that was likely a terrible idea.  Though I wondered if he enjoyed the cooked steak more than the sort of meal he’d likely eaten as a werewolf.  

Before I could stop myself, I said, “So, do you like steak?”

His gaze met mine before he wiped at his lips with a napkin and cleared his throat.  “Uh, sure, as much as the next guy.”

Heat rose in my cheeks, and I grabbed for my wine glass.  “Right.”

“Do you…like steak?” he ventured.

“Absolutely.  Yes.  I do.”  For a moment, all the attraction between us vanished, leaving only the awkward sting of dating again.  Maybe this was a mistake to pursue.  

But he needed my help, I told myself.  And so what if he was easy on the eyes and made me feel good about myself.  Was it so wrong to want to feel appreciated?

“What else do you like?” he asked.

My lips parted as I misinterpreted his words, twisting them into a proposition that he likely hadn’t meant.  “Huh?”

“What other things do you like?  I mean, if I can be so bold as to assume you’ll be coming back to check on my healing, I could…you know, get your favorite meal or something.  As a way to thank you for your help, of course.”

His eyes fell onto my wedding ring before he gave me a reassuring smile.  My heart sank a little as I realized he wasn’t interested in me as a woman.

I was married.  And he was a werewolf. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I said with a dismissive wave of my hand.

“Nonsense.  I’d be dead if it wasn’t for you.  And you went out on a limb with that vampire.  You deserve it.”

“Well, honestly, anything you cook is fine.” 

“But I want to make your favorite food.”

The way his blue eyes bore into me with an intensity I’d never seen before made me shift in my seat.  I swallowed hard, feeling myself flush again.  I really needed to stop drinking so much wine.  

“Ah, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”

“Your favorite food would disappoint me?  I doubt it.  Come on, then.  What is it?”

“Pizza?” I said it in a questioning tone, wrinkling my nose as I expected him to laugh.  

“Special topping or sauce?” he asked.

My eyebrow arched as I relaxed a little.  He hadn’t scoffed or scolded me for such a terrible choice.  Aaron would have already told me to pick something else–something healthier.

I puffed out my cheeks as I considered lying and telling him some vegetable was my favorite topping, but instead, I blurted out, “Pepperoni.”

“Pepperoni pizza.  Got it.  Well, I don’t exactly get delivery, but–”

“Oh, I can grab a pie on my way up next time,” I said.  “May need to pop it in the oven, though.  It’ll probably be cold by the time I climb the mountain.”

“No, I’ll just…make it homemade.”

“Homemade?  You’re going to make me homemade pizza?”

He shrugged, wincing a little.  “I mean…you don’t have to make it sound so awful.  I’ll try my best.  I think I can handle some dough, sauce, cheese, and pepperoni.”

“Oh, I didn’t…”  I sucked in a steadying breath, feeling like a schoolgirl with her first crush. “I’m sure your pizza will be fine.  It’s just…no one has ever made me homemade pizza before.”

His eyes fell onto my ring again.  “Really?”

I slid my hand under the table, suddenly self-conscious about his attention on it.  “Aaron doesn’t like pizza at all.”

“Aaron?” he questioned.

“Aaron is my husband.”  Why did it feel like a betrayal to say those words to this man?

Liam rose from his seat, picking up our empty plates.  “I see.  Aaron’s a lucky man.”

My eyes widened a little, and I snatched my wine glass and downed the rest of it.  Was he flirting with me or just being polite?  It had been a while since I’d been in the dating game, and I couldn’t tell.  I slid my eyes closed.  

“He’s not flirting with you, Lena,” I whispered to myself.

“What’s that?” a voice asked.

I snapped my eyes open to find Liam hovering over me as he set an apple dumpling covered in white sauce down at my place.  

“Uhh, nothing.  I…what is this?”

“Dessert,” he answered with a grin. “I hope you like apples.”

“Oh, I like apples,” I said before I cursed myself for allowing my voice to sound that sultry.  

What was I doing?  Why was I acting this way?

He chuckled as he cut into his dumpling with his spoon and blew on the steaming piece he scooped up.  

We spend another thirty minutes finishing our dessert and wine before I decided I should leave.  

“Are you sure you shouldn’t wait a little while?  You’ve had a few glasses of wine,” he said. “We could adjourn to the couch and watch a movie or…talk.”

I giggled uncontrollably, a snort escaping me.  “Oh, I’m sorry.  Did you just say adjourn to the couch.”

I spotted a smidgen of redness dancing on his cheeks as he smiled.  “I did.  Uh, I thought it would sound way cooler than saying move.  In retrospect, it just sounded stupid.”

“No, it didn’t.  It was very…unique.”

“Right,” he said with a nod.  “Unique.  That’s…what every man hopes to hear.”

I wrinkled my nose.  “Sorry.”

“So…how about it?  I’ll even let you choose the movie.” He grinned at me, that award-winning grin that set my heart spiraling out of control. 

“Ohhh,” I moaned, before I mentally kicked myself in the butt for letting that slip out.  I really wanted to sit on that couch with him and watch a movie, but I also really shouldn’t choose that.  

Liam leaned forward, his eyebrows shooting up. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I said with a nod. “I’m just…suddenly tired.  I really should get home.”

“Oh, right.  Well, suddenly tired, though…you know I…I’m a little concerned about you driving for an hour.”

Gosh, he was just as sweet as sugar.  “Nah, I’ll be all right.  I’ll crack a window.”

“Still, um, would it be totally inappropriate to exchange numbers and ask for a text?”

My heart skipped a beat at the idea of being able to communicate with him.  “Uh, no, no, that’s… that’s sweet.  Really kind, I mean.”  

I passed my number along to him, and, after storing it in his phone, he sent me a test message.  I replied back with a smiley emoticon, solidifying our virtual connection.

After sliding my phone into my purse, I lingered at the table for a few more moments, my eyes taking in his chiseled features.  “Uh, I should go.”

“Right,” he said with a nod. 

“Oh,” I lamented as I rose, pouting, “I should have helped you with the dishes.”

“No, don’t worry about that.  I’ll take care of it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he said with a nod.  “It’ll give me something to do while I wait for your text.”

“Right.”  I nodded as he walked me to the door.  

He pulled it open, and I hovered in the doorway, staring at his plaid shirt for a few seconds too long.  “Well, thank you for the dinner.”

“Thank you for saving my life,” he answered.  “How’s the ankle feeling?”

“Oh, much better.  The ice you gave me earlier did the trick.”

He offered me an awkward smile before he nodded again.  “Good, good.  Well, uh… don’t forget to text me. Or I’ll just sit here worried all night.  And I don’t even know where to find you to see if you’re okay.”

“You could call me.  I mean, you don’t have to call me.  But if you ever need anything.  Just call.”  I nodded my head way too much.  

“Right, sure.  Well, umm, okay.  Good night, Lena.”

I smiled at him as he stared down at me.  For a second, I thought he may lean forward and kiss me, but that was obviously ridiculous.  “Good night, Liam.”

I hesitated for a second before I forced myself to walk away from him to my car.  With a wave, I climbed inside and fired the engine.  

Hidden high in the mountains, Chris’s remote cabin should have been a refuge.

Instead, it becomes the place where everything cracks open.

Here, the walls feel too close, the truth feels too sharp, and both Sera and Chris are pushed past the point of pretending.

She feels betrayed.

He feels desperate.

Neither is ready for the avalanche of fear, hurt, and longing that explodes between them.

And when Sera runs into the blizzard—broken, panicked, freezing—this cabin becomes more than a setting.

It becomes the crossroads: between survival and surrender, between lies and the terrifying possibility of love.

Read an excerpt from Chris Gets the Girl:

I stepped inside.  The cabin was cold and dark.  “Emily?” I called, though I was quickly beginning to realize what was happening.

The door clicked shut behind me, and I twisted to face Chris, disappointment roiling inside me.  “You lied to me.”

He squared his shoulders, his jaw tensing as he stared back, no apology in his eyes, although even if he felt guilt, he’d bury it so deep, I’d never see it without a Glimpse.  “I had to.”

“No, you didn’t,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. 

“Sera, yes, I did.  And don’t give me that hurt look.  You lied to me, too.  In fact, you’re constantly lying.  I’m trying to understand.  I want to understand.”

I chewed my lower lip, my eyebrows pinching together.  “But you don’t understand.”

“Then make me,” he pleaded, taking a step closer to me.

I instinctively backed away, my fight or flight instincts kicking in.

“Oh, come on, Sera,” he said with a shake of his head.  “We’re back to this?”

I didn’t answer, avoiding eye contact with him.  I needed to get away.  I was feeling trapped, and panic rose within me as I realized I couldn’t escape this unscathed. 

“I thought we got somewhere last night.”

“So did I,” I said, finally snapping my gaze to his. 

“You promised to tell me something.  And then you left.”

“I know that hurt you, and I’m sorry, but I–“

“Don’t say you don’t have a choice, because you do.  You have every choice.  You are choosing not to tell me.”

My features scrunched, and I shook my head.  “Why do you keep doing these things?”

“What?  Bringing you here where you can be safe and we can talk?”

“You lied to do it.  You told me Emily was sick,” I said, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt.  “You manipulated me into coming here.”

I knew he had these tendencies. I’d seen them.  But I’d hoped he wouldn’t use them on me. 

“She’s fine,” he answered.  “And to answer your question: because you keep making me.  And it’s driving me crazy.”

“I’m not making you do anything,” I shot back. “You have choices, too.  And you consistently make bad ones.”

“As opposed to you who is making all the right moves?  Sera, you’re terrified of being touched, you won’t trust anyone, you’re running away from this…maniac.  And I do get it. I understand.  Victor paid me a little visit this morning, so I do understand how frightening this must be for you, but we have options, okay?”

Heat washed over me as he spoke, and my muscles tightened.  “He did what?”

“It’s okay, I’m fine.  See?”  He flung his arms out to the side.  “I can handle him, Sera.  He doesn’t scare me.”

“He should.”

“Why?  Tell me what he’s done.  Please, Sera.” Chris’s forehead creased as his voice cracked with desperation, his eyes pleading for a glimpse into my secrets.

I stared into his dark eyes, so different from Victor’s that seemed to be bottomless pits that could suck someone’s soul away.  Chris’s were so different.  “Terrible things,” I whispered.

“What things?”  His voice, raw and pleading, begged for information that I couldn’t give. 

When I didn’t answer, he sucked in a breath, his features turning from imploring to discontented.  “All right.  If you need some time, that’s fine.  I’ll build a fire, make you some hot chocolate, and we’ll take this slow, okay?”

My heart broke into a million pieces.  He was desperately trying to set me at ease, but I couldn’t tell him anything.  He’d assume it was because of his behavior, but that wasn’t true. 

I wanted to confide in him, but the truth was a tangled web of danger and consequences that I couldn’t unravel.

He guided me to the couch in front of the fireplace and eased me onto it before he set to work building a large blaze. 

“Your safe here, Sera.  Okay?  Try to relax.”  He offered me a fleeting smile before he disappeared to the kitchen.  I followed his departure before I rose, hating to leave the warm fire behind, and darted to the door.

I pushed into the cold and raced past the car toward the road.  After a few steps on the paved surface, I ducked back into the trees.  Chris would soon find me missing and would likely come looking for me.  I’d be an easy target out on the road. 

I burrowed deeper into my coat.  The temperatures here were much colder than in Crescent Bay due to the higher elevation. 

A shiver shot through me as icy snowflakes started to fall.  Within minutes, it had gone from light to blizzard.  I twisted around, intending to return to the cabin, but I’d lost sight of it. 

I had no idea where I was, and the snow showed no signs of letting up. 

I reached for my phone, but I was already too cold to type.  Angels couldn’t take this type of cold.

The freezing cold penetrated my bones as the blizzard raged around me.  A single tear froze onto my cheek, mirroring the icy grip of despair tightening around my heart.  With each shiver wracking my body, I sank to my knees in the powdery snow, a chilling realization settling into my mind.  I was about to die.

The docks of Crescent Bay may look peaceful… but they’ve witnessed more fear, desperation, and near-disaster than most people would ever imagine.

When the supernatural breaks loose — when instincts override reason, when blood and terror crash together — this is where the truth shows itself.

It’s here, in the cold open air above the water, that Liam’s struggle with his curse becomes devastatingly clear.
Not the polished, quiet man he tries so hard to be…
but the panicked, wounded creature he fears he truly is.

And it’s here that Sera learns just how thin the line is between protector and prey — and just how much fear, guilt, and humanity hides inside the heart of a werewolf who never wanted to hurt anyone.

A rooftop. A ledge. A trembling wolf, a terrified angel… and the moment that could have shattered everything.

Read an excerpt from Lena Saves Her Love:

The scent of blood tunneled my vision, the stark contrast of crimson drops on the white tile floor driving me into a frenzy.  My actions, normally controllable, turned wild as fear drove me. 

I shoved away the man who treated me with a fierce growl, clearing the path to my prey.

Another stepped forward to defend the wounded woman.  I lunged forward, sinking my teeth into his arm, the taste of fresh blood spilling onto my tongue and feeding my hysteria.  

I fought my way free of them, cornering my prey.  She struggled, but my size and superior strength made it easy to overpower her.

My heart hammered against my ribs, fear and desperation driving me as I sped through the halls in search of a hiding place.

I followed the weak scent of the outside as her sobs reached my ears.  

“Liam, put me down,” she pleaded, but the fear driving me hadn’t yet dissipated.

I nudged open a door, my nose wiggling as I searched for a way out.  The aroma of fresh air–a variety of unfamiliar smells on it–beckoned from above.  

“Liam,” she cried again as I dragged her up the stairs, bursting through a door and into the open air.  

As the wave of coolness washed over me, the breeze rustling my fur, I dropped my prey into a heap.  

My nerves slowly became less frayed as the scent of blood diminished.  I paced to the edge of the building and peered down.  The ground was too far below, too far to jump.  I was trapped.

My heart ratcheted up again.  Trapped.

I paced the edge, trying to search for a way down, a way to safety.  

“Liam,” the woman cried from behind me.

I twisted to eye her, my senses fighting to return from the wild state I’d been in.  With fear still coursing through me, though, I struggled to fully listen.  

“Liam.”  She scrambled to sit, clutching her wounded arm to her chest as she reached out with the other.  “Liam, please, you have to calm down.”

I glanced at the sidewalk so far below me that the people looked like ants.  Trapped.

I reached a paw over the edge, searching for a way out.

“No, Liam, don’t,” she called. “You’re not trapped, you’re safe.”

Safe?  I glanced at her again, my jaw dropping open into a pant as heat washed over me. 

“I know you’re scared, but you’re safe.  Okay?  You’re safe with me.”

I cocked my head, ceasing my panting as I tried to work through the words.  The last half hour of my existence was a blur.  

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” she promised. “For Lena.”

Lena.  The name pierced through the fog of my mind, bringing back the image of the woman who had tried to help me.  

“Yes,” the woman said, “you remember Lena, right?  She’s your friend.  Actually, she’s more than your friend.  You love her.”

I took another glance over the edge of the building, still contemplating escape.  

“No, Liam, you can’t go that way.  I can help you leave if you’re scared.”

I forced my mind to slow, trying to recall what had happened.  My memory came back in bits and pieces.  I recalled Lena bringing me to the hospital, Chris taking my blood to see if he could cure me.

Sera… I flicked my gaze to the wounded redhead across from me.  Sera was her name.  My eyes narrowed on her bleeding arm.  Had I done that to her?

I couldn’t remember, but the fear that flashed in her eyes suggested that I had.  

Flashes of a fight with the vampire and woman who had nearly killed me shot across my mind, followed by the image of Sera’s frightened face backed into a corner before I’d grabbed her in my powerful jaws and carried her here.

I was a monster, and I’d proved it to everyone. 

Upset coursed through me, tightening my chest and making my heart ache.  Lena must think such terrible things of me now.  

Before I realized, I’d transformed back into my human form as I paced the edge of the building.  With my lower lip trembling, I rubbed the back of my neck, my features pinched.

“Liam,” Sera said as she scrambled to her feet.  “It’s okay.  Come away from the edge.”

I glanced at her, my eyes clouded by tears. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” she answered. “I know you are.”

“I can’t…I’m a monster.”

They say Crescent Bay has a way of sending signs when you need them most.

Sometimes it’s a whisper on the wind.

Sometimes it’s a feeling in your chest.

And sometimes… it’s a feather gently drifting down exactly where you’ll see it.

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In Crescent Bay, some temptations are best avoided…and some are absolutely worth sinking your teeth into.

These fangs?

Consider them a warning — there’s something dangerously irresistible lurking in the shadows.

And it just might be your next binge-read.

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