About the Book:
Amber Macklin’s world is cruelly shattered when she loses her baby girl three months after her husband’s sudden death. Her cousin, Bryce, comes to her rescue, moving her into his home for fear she will kill herself from the grief. He provides solace and a shoulder to cry on, and he has loved her as more than a cousin for a long time. Amber and Bryce soon discover they are not blood relatives, which opens the door for romance as he pulls her through her darkest hours. When Mike, a college friend of Bryce’s, stops by to visit, Amber senses a deadly secret behind his nice guy persona. She has a frightening dream that Mike is trying to kill her and recurring sleepwalking episodes where she draws detailed pictures of him torturing her. Deeply troubled, Bryce uses his ability to astral travel to investigate Mike and uncover his terrifying past. Mike has had his eye on Amber for some time, and when he learns that Bryce and Amber have become lovers, he is furious. Mike abducts Amber and takes her to his rural Georgia hideaway, and Bryce must rely on his astral abilities to track her down. But will he be too late?
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Featured in Feb/Mar 2017 Issue: Crossover Edition
As she became fully conscious, she had a feeling she wasn’t alone. She didn’t remember the telepathic conversation she had with him, just a portion of a beautiful beach dream which didn’t last long enough and ended with a loud, blaring sound. Even though she was in a terrible place, she felt calm and rested and knew he was there in his astral form. She said out loud, “Bryce, I want you to know that I love you beyond anything that makes sense. I have a feeling it’s because of you that I feel better. You’ve given me strength to face my captor. Please be safe. I want you to get here in one piece so you can beat the hell out of him or kill him. Either one is fine with me. I want to watch. If I have an opportunity to escape, I’m going to take it and borrow someone’s phone to call you.”
He was still there, lying next to her. He knew she wouldn’t be able to hear him, but he responded anyway, “If you can escape, go for it and keep running. I will find you.” The sound of a banging door and loud voices in the hotel hallway brought him back to his physical body, and he decided it was time to take a shower and hit the road. He would soon discover the reason behind the angry voices down the hall.
She got up an hour later after lying on the bed thinking of her plight and creating escape scenarios in her head. She walked slowly down the stairs, cursing her shackles and cuffs. Her head was clear and she looked around the dark and dingy shed wanting to kill Mike. She was terribly thirsty and shuffled to the grimy, dirty sink hoping that the water would come out clear and drinkable. She turned the knob, and the water looked clear. She leaned down taking a sip from the running spigot. It tasted good, and she continued swallowing it. Her heart sank when she heard the door unlatch, and Mike walked in.