Lia Lewiston hasn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since she
was orphaned as a child. Chased through the woods by a hunter and his ruby-hilted
knife, she believes her nightmares are the product of her tragic past--until
she meets Colson Vane.
Now, Lia doesn’t know what to believe. At night he kills her
in her dreams, but by day Colson becomes the one person she connects with the
most. Drawn to him, she longs to reveal the truth about herself--about the family
of exotic pets she was given at her christening. The rambunctious and adoring
pixies who each presented her with a gift: music, wit, dance, grace, song, and
beauty. But these are secrets she can never tell; not to someone she knows is
keeping secrets from her. When the terrifying queen of the faeries appears in
her dreams, Lia’s beliefs are again changed. Because the truth about why the
hunter kills her night after night is worse than she imagined. Doomed to die on
her sixteenth birthday, to keep a faery prophecy from coming true, Lia now has to
fight for her life or the danger of her nightmare will become the reality she
SLEEP, a YA romantic suspense retelling of Perrault’s Sleeping
Beauty tale, is complete at 72,000 words. While intended to be first in a fairy
tale quartet, SLEEP is a stand alone novel.
I see the black clouds first, puffing from the trees and
trailing up like wispy smoke. My palms prickle, because I know what happens next.
He’s coming. Same as he has in a thousand other unchanging dreams.
A shiver bristles from the base of my spine to the top of my
scalp as trees beckon with pointy fingers. I keep my gaze forward. Pretend not
to notice their hollowed eyes in burl faces. Their wide grinning mouths as they
reach for me. I need to run but I’m rooted in the middle of a gravel road. The
crooked sign ahead must be some kind of subconscious joke. CAUTION, it warns.
As if I need the warning.
My stomach jumps to my throat when I hear it--the crunching
of gravel paces ahead.
Crunch. He moves
Crunch. Closer still.
The hunter moves into sight, fingers clenched white around
the ruby encrusted hilt of his knife. My heart bursts, screaming for me to run,
and when my feet pull free of the road, I whip around and pitch forward. The
grinding behind me signals the chase is on. I’m fast, flying down the road, and
even though I know what happens next, I pray that maybe, just maybe, this time
my dream will change.
But the hunter is faster than me. He reaches out, grabs my
arm. Hooks my leg with his foot and I fall face first. Then he is on me, breath
warm on my neck.