Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Interiew with the Lovely Kallie Ross.

Seventeen year old Ollie Miller is ready to leave all of her hurt feelings behind, but moving on seems impossible while living next door to her ex-best friend, Mateo. When curious earthquakes begin to shake and rip open the foundation of her small town, the ground becomes as unsteady as her feelings for him. When they fall, they fall hard…
Ollie’s disastrous attempt to save Mateo’s brother from falling into a curious chasm results in their descent into a cavernous wonderland. Ollie, Mateo, Jesse, and Alexis search for a way back home, and encounter a mysterious tribe of natives. Gabriel, the next in line to lead his people, is granted permission to guide them to the surface. On their treacherous journey, an overzealous elder threatens all of their lives, because he can’t risk them exposing his people, or the power he wields. The group discovers ancient secrets, unexpected truths, and uncharted feelings. Ollie must find a way out or risk being stuck in the caves forever—or worse, dead.

Today I'm thrilled to be interviewing the beautiful Kallie Ross. I had the honor of meeting Kallie for the first time at UtopYA Con in 2013, and instantly fell in love with her sweet spirit and smiling face. So when her first novel debuted over the summer, to say I was excited is an understatement. And omgosh, don't you adore that cover?

Without further ado, the lovely Kallie... 

* How did you come up with idea for Descent? 
The idea for Descent was unearthed during a hot, dry Texas summer when a natural gas drill was erected in the field behind my former home. Kids ran through sprinklers and picked giant sunflowers for two months before the first earthquake was reported. My first thought was that one of the underground reservoirs would cave in, and our entire neighborhood would be swallowed up in a sink hole... As you can imagine, my mind took and ran with it from there! 
After the local media covered the multiple tremors, the natural gas company put a stop to drilling temporarily. I headed back to the classroom (teaching High School English), and I immediately wondered what a group of my students would do if they fell into an underground world. My imagination got carried away the thought evolved into brainstorming and research. I knew that if there was any believable life found under the surface of the earth it would be in a labyrinth of caves and it would derive from our own documented history. 
* What inspired you to write a novel that takes place primarily underground?
Caves and caverns are fascinating! I remember going to Carlsbad Caverns  in my elementary years, and wishing I could climb in, through, and around all the crevasses and chasms. Growing up, we all have fears. Mine vary (being in an elevator that’s free falling to being eaten while still alive), but being underground is the perfect balance of fear and intrigue for me, so writing about it felt challenging and exhilarating.
When I started working on characters for Descent, I wanted my main character to have the same enthusiasm. Ollie's story unfolded when I decided to base it amongst shadows, a mysterious light, and a ruthless villain. This underground wonderland is where her past, present, and future collide. 
* I'm totally a name person. Some of your characters have unique ones. What factors went into choosing those you did?
Keeping the historical integrity of the backstory of the tribe Ollie encounters was a big part of naming the characters. I knew there needed to be an ancient sound, even if the tribe had evolved from it’s original language and location. I actually studied some Hebrew to make sure that the names of characters, food, and traditions were authentic. 

I love giving my characters names that mean something. It builds them into 3D characters, and pulls them out of the page for me. I chose Olivia (a.k.a. Ollie) because of its correlation to the olive tree, and the uses of an olive branch in Biblical times. Hopefully, she’ll bring some peace and prosperity underground with her. Keren means glorious dignity. She’s the daughter of a leader in the tribe, and while she yearns to know more about the surface she also can’t help but seek the approval of her father. I’m really looking forward to having fun with some new characters in the second novel.
* The idea behind noor (the light certain underground tribal members can produce) and how it's used. How did you come up with that notion?
This one’s easy… The characters had to be able to see underground, and the tribe had to be able to survive underground all of these years. The light in most ‘center of the earth’ novels is made out of the earth’s core, but I wanted the noor to be more than just light. I wanted the tribe to attribute more to the light, like guidance, nourishment, and security. The most interesting truths about the mysterious light are still to come…

* Your characters are so much fun! And I love that your brothers Mateo and Jesse are Latino. Were any of your characters influenced by yourself or people you know?
I’m so glad you asked me this question! I have to give credit to a few of my students for Mateo and Jesse. I taught two brothers (Christian and Edward) a few years back, and their  relationship just stuck with me. They were devoted to their family and it’s Latino heritage, but they also fought with each other about everything. I have a lot of students I’d love to turn into book characters, but it will take a massive amount of time to work them all into a story of their own. 
Alexis is another character that I hold dear. She is loosely based on my sister when she was a teen. My sister is a year younger than me, and while she loved her girl-friends, she always had a boyfriend in tow. Alexis is colorful, sarcastic, and at times self-consumed… And, my sister is still two out of three of those as an adult! ;)

* Are you a plotter or a pantser?
I like to think both, but if we were getting specific I’d have to say I’m more of a plotter. I love working on character building exercises, outlines, and research. There are moments when ideas just come to me, and I have to rearrange the outline, but I know it’ll be worth it in the end. There are some twists and turns I can’t plan for in the plot, they just have to work themselves out while I’m typing. 
* What inspires you?
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Ooooo… So much! Music is a big one. I have a playlist for Descent, and it contains the songs I listened to most while writing the book. History as a whole inspires me as well. While I’m drawn to the fantasy and science fiction genres, there has to be an element of truth (from our own world) to the story or backstory for it to resonate with me. Nature is a world of inspiration that I like to lose myself in from time to time. Whether it’s hiking or a picnic, there’s something about the bluejay’s song and the wind’s cool caress that removes me from the routine and into the resplendent. Some other inspirations are a great cup of coffee, anything dark chocolate, and visiting museums.
* I know you're a mom and probably don't have a lot of it, but what do you enjoy doing in your free time?
Splurging on any of the above inspirations is considered a win on a day that I have laundry, carline, and cooking to do. I think the biggest splurge would be collecting a few days worth of free time and creating a writerly weekend to dive into a few chapters at once. On a selfish note, if writing had nothing to do with the free time, I’d love to travel through Europe. I think I’d take away a lot of inspiration while riding trains from city to city and taking in the culture and art! 
* What awesomeness can we expect from you in the future?
I’m working on the second book in The Lost Tribe Series. Descent is only half of the story. I’m hoping to have Defend finished and released by Summer 2015. I also have a high fantasy novel in the works… Lots of mind games, murder mystery, and otherworldly mayhem happening. I’m not great at multi-tasking, so I only write one novel at a time. My fantasy novel will have to wait a few months for me to jump back into it.

Rapid Fire:
* What 3 things would you take to live on Isle Kallie: A pencil that never grows dull, a journal that always has blank paper, and my husband.
* Favorite book character: Anne of Green Gables & Elinor Dashwood
* Best YA read this year: Mortal Heart by Robin LaFevers (The most elaborate, breathtaking bow to wrap up His Fair Assassins Trilogy.)
* Top 5 favorite authors: This is so not cool… So, I’m kickin’ it old school. Jane Austen, C.S. Lewis, Arthur Conan Doyle, William Shakespeare, and J.K. Rowling
* Your life’s theme song: I love music so much, that this seems cruel! With that said, this year I’ve listened to ‘We Come Running’ by Youngblood Hawke a million times! It’s more of a challenge song for me, it reminds me to keep my mind on what’s ahead.

HUGE thanks to Kallie Ross for the interview! 
Check out her books on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and everywhere books are sold.
You can find more about Kallie and her books here:
Twitter: @KallieRoss 

Monday, July 28, 2014

I Could ... but I Won't.

Writerly Tip 149: Using the words "I could" almost always = lazy writing. It happens all the much in fact that it seems to be a growing trend.

What do I mean? Keep reading.

1) I could hear the horses' hoofs.
2) I could see the pain on his face.
3) I could hear his smile through the phone.

One of those works; the other two are just poorly stated. Now, which one is okay, and how could we fix the others? What's wrong with "I could" anyway? In short, it's completely telling vs. showing. case you were wondering, number 3 is acceptable.

Imagine you're actually in a field (or the city streets, or Oz, or wherever), and you hear horses. How are you experiencing it? 

Try this: Horses' hoofs clopped over the cobblestones ... or yellow brick road.
Whichever you prefer. ;)
Doesn't that sound better? It paints a clearer picture in the same amount of words.

Now we're on to our guy who's obviously hurting. Maybe he just got caught lying to his girlfriend, and he feels terrible. Perhaps his dog died. Maybe some dude kicked him in the junk. We at least know he's feeling some kind of pain.

Now then, number 2: He gritted his teeth as tears pooled in the corner of his eyes.
Obviously you need to cater to the situation. 
If he'd been kicked in the nads, he would've doubled over, and you wouldn't see his face. 
You get the picture.

Why then does number 3 work? Because it's logical. That's the best way to say it. Have you ever heard a smile in someone's voice while talking on the phone? It makes sense that "I could." Would it throw you off to read, "He smiled through the phone?" I guess you could take away what it meant, but in reality, the mental image that creates is kind of terrifying.

Writing "I could" isn't an evil act, but consider the situation and use them sparingly. Always ask yourself, "Can I show this moment instead of explaining it?"

Keep Writing!

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Heart and Soul - Book 3 in The Minstrel Series


Heart & Soul

Heart & Soul is the third book in The Minstrel Series 

(This is a connected book series - while each book can stand alone, they are best enjoyed in sequence.)


She's heartbroken. He's heartless.

Gabriele Baumann-Smith is deliriously in love with her young husband Lennon.
Except, it turns out that Lennon Smith isn't his real name. In fact, he's full of secrets: a cottage on the southern British coast, an old girlfriend and... an identical twin brother.

Callum Jones—not his real name—can't believe his brother's widow came to England. He'd warned Mick—Lennon—that an inheritance could put the girl's life in danger, and he was right.

“Mrs. Smith” is the last thing Callum needs to worry about right now. She's beautiful, sure, takes his breath away at times. But when she looks at him, who does she see?

Gabriele's heart is battered and bruised. Can one brother fix what the other left behind? And will they live long enough to find out?

BUZZ for Heart & Soul

"...this took a turn for the spy/thriller genre, which surprised me, but still carried the strong romantic flavor and wonderful accompanying music, like the first two books. I think this is a great series and would recommend it to contemporary romance fans." Denise Jaden, author of Foreign Exchange

"Another great book by Lee! This one had action, wit and a forbidden love! Love the characters and their interaction with each other! Can't wait to see what she has in store for us next!" Tressa Sager, Amazon reviewer

"I don't want to give away what the danger is, but suffice it to say, it's a real and plausible threat. Gabrielle is a good leading lady. She doesn't back down from anything or anyone in this book, but she's still vulnerable, making her well-rounded and likable." J Harrell, Amazon reviewer

AMAZON | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | itunes | Google Play

Heart & Soul in Print

The Music fromThe Minstrel Series Volume 3 Heart & Soul

Featuring the author's daughter, Tasia Strauss!

Lee Strauss' thoughts on The Minstrel Series and Heart & Soul:

"My musician husband and I just randomly started talking about the idea of working on a project together - wouldn't it be great if we could collaborate and merge our two artistic worlds? Writing and Music? That was the seed that started the muse talking, and soon afterward The Minstrel Series was born!

For Heart & Soul, I knew I wanted to move the series from Germany to England (next to Ireland and Boston!) and that I needed a small coastal town not far from London. I used Google Earth to examine the British coastline to search for the perfect town and found it in Emsworth. Living in Germany part-time has its advantages and one of them is its proximity to England. My husband and I did a quick five day research trip. (It also came in handy for the next book, a Christmas novella set in London - stay tuned!)

Because of the musical aspect of this series, I'm always on the prowl for songs and singers. My connection to the singer-songwriter world via my musical husband has been a big advantage. My husband's musical genes have also been down to our kids, so it's exciting to involve my daughter Tasia in the project to be the singing voice of Gabriele."

Click HERE to read the first chapter of Heart & Soul. 

**One of the entry options will ask a question from the above chapter.

About The Minstrel Series:

The Minstrel Series is a collection of contemporary romance novels set in the singer/songwriter world. The books are companion novels, with shared settings and characters, but each is a complete stand-alone story with a HEA (happily ever after) and no cliffhangers!

The books include MP3 links to original music by talented Indie Artists, so you can hear the characters sing!

#1     Sun & Moon
#2     Flesh & Bone 
#3     Heart & Soul 
#3.5  Peace & Goodwill (Christmas Novella coming Fall 2014)

It also has its own FACEBOOK (link) page and its own BANDCAMP (link) page where you can listen to the original music associated with the books. Albums are also available on AMAZON.

About Lee Strauss:

Lee Strauss is the author of The Minstrel Series (contemporary romance), The Perception Series (young adult dystopian) and young adult historical fiction. She is the married mother of four grown children, three boys and a girl, and divides her time between British Columbia, Canada and Dresden, Germany. When she's not writing or reading she likes to cycle, hike and do yoga. She enjoys traveling (but not jet lag >:0), soy lattes, red wine and dark chocolate.


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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

**Double Cover and Trailer Reveal: The Ascendant series by Raine Thomas**

Double Cover Reveal!!! 
Titles: Rout of the Dem-Shyr and Rise of the Faire-Amanti 
Series: The Ascendant Series, Books 2 and 3 
Author: Raine Thomas 
Publisher: Iambe Books, LLC 
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba of Mae I Design 
Genre: New Adult Sci-Fi Romance 
Recommended Audience: Readers 17+ 
Projected Release Dates: Rout of the Dem-Shyr (July, 2014) and Rise of the Faire-Amanti (Nov, 2014) ~ ~ ~ 

On to the big reveals! Rout of the Dem-Shyr (Ascendant Series, Book 2) Rise of the Faire-Amanti (Ascendant Series, Book 3)

Rout of the Dem-Shyr (Ascendant Series, Book 2)

 Rise of the Faire-Amanti (Ascendant Series, Book 3)

 Check out the covers all together. Don’t they look amazing??

Did you miss the first book in the series, Return of the Ascendant? Grab your copy today!
 Amazon ~ Amazon UK ~ Barnes and Noble ~ iBooks ~ Kobo 

And now, it’s Trailer Reveal Time! Turn those speakers up!!! Trailer created by Flatline Films

Friday, May 9, 2014

**COVER REVEAL** The Space Beyond (The Book of Phoenix, Part 3)

With the release of The Space Beyond by Kristie Cook barely more than a week away (May 19), how would you like to see the cover for the final part of The Book of Phoenix series, The Space Within? If you haven't read this New Adult Paranormal Romance series, you are so missing out!

The Space Within

Part Three in The Book of Phoenix series
Author: Kristie Cook
Release Date: July 14, 2014
Where: Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Kobo (all countries)

When Darkness threatens, what matters most lies in The Space Within

Completing a mission that reunites Guardian Twin Flames turns devastating when the Book of Phoenix throws Leni and Brock into a Dark world, leaving Jeric and Asia behind. They count on their other halves to rescue them, but when that doesn’t happen, they must fight through the Darkness and find a Gate that will take them home.

Except all of Earth’s Gates are sealed.

Enyxa, ruler of Darkness, and her horde of Dark souls storm the Gates to push their way through to Earth. While Leni and Brock fight Enyxa on their side, Jeric and Asia must figure out how to save their Twin Flames without jeopardizing all of Earth’s souls. Through it all—and with a little help from Enyxa—Brock and Asia begin questioning their relationship and whether they’re truly meant to be together…or if they’re two Lost souls forced to become one.

If the Broken dyads don’t find each other fast, they’ll be lost to the Dark forever. But to reunite means choosing themselves over all of Earth’s souls. Can Jeric make that decision? And will Brock and Asia find the love they both desperately crave? Or are they all doomed to perpetual Darkness?

Discover how it all ends in The Space Within, the explosive conclusion to The Book of Phoenix trilogy.

Other books in the series:

The Space Between
Part One in The Book of Phoenix series
Author: Kristie Cook
Currently Available - ON SALE FOR 99C


When Life Falls to Pieces, Answers Lie in the Space Between

Leni Drago can't make a smart decision on her own, according to her mother anyway--the few times she's tried resulted in disaster. When her uncle sends her on a dance tour in Italy to find her real self, she returns to an empty home and any evidence of his existence wiped out. Then things get even stranger, like the mysterious appearances of Jeric Winters--inked, pierced and a hit-'em-and-quit-'em type. He's one decision that should be easy for Leni. Or is he?

Jeric doesn't do girlfriends. Unless they're someone else's. He left the fighting cage and modeling for a reason, and girls who want more than a night of fun are distractions he doesn't need. Especially when they come with as much baggage as Leni carries. But he can't shake the gut feeling that he needsto know her. All of her.

To discover the truth behind their connection and their ties to a journal from 1989, they must face painful secrets from their pasts. And they must do so quickly because their own existences are falling to pieces.

This first part of The Book of Phoenix takes you on a heart-wrenching ride as you discover the answers that lie in The Space Between.

The Space Beyond

Part Two in The Book of Phoenix series
Author: Kristie Cook
When: May 19, 2014
Where: Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Kobo (all countries)

Hearts break. Souls shatter. Love lies in The Space Beyond.

As members of the Phoenix, Jeric and Leni are thrust into their new lives, expected to lead Earth’s Guardians. But Leni struggles with trusting her own soul, and Jeric is more concerned about keeping Leni safe than meeting others’ demands. When Darkness swarms Lake Haven, they embark on their first mission with little preparation and no idea which soul the Dark hunts.

Born and raised in Lake Haven, Bex hopes to escape her small-town life, ideally in the arms of her soul mate. She knows he exists, and her heart aches with the need to find him. When her long-lost mama calls to announce she's knockin' on death's door, Bex reluctantly makes the trip to see the uncaring bitch (bless her heart), only to be knocked off her feet by the sexy and charming Dr. Mason Hayes. Is he really The One?

Leni’s soul felt an instant connection to Bex, but if Bex found her soul mate, she isn’t their mission. So who is, and why does Leni instinctively feel drawn to her? Can Leni even trust her intuition? And will Jeric step up and lead when the time comes or continue to hold them back?

If they don't learn to trust themselves and each other quickly, Darkness will claim them all…along with the rest of Earth’s souls.

About Kristie Cook:

 Kristie Cook is a lifelong, award-winning writer in various genres, from marketing communications to fantasy fiction. She continues to write the Soul Savers Series, a New Adult paranormal romance/contemporary fantasy, with the first four books, Promise, Purpose, Devotion, Power and Wrath available now. She’s also written a companion novella, Genesis: A Soul Savers Novella, currently available.

The Space Between kicks off her second New Adult paranormal series, The Book of Phoenix, which includes The Space Beyond (May 19, 2014) and The Space Within (July 14, 2014).

Besides writing, Kristie enjoys reading, cooking, traveling and riding on the back of a motorcycle. She has lived in ten states, but currently calls Southwest Florida home with her husband, three teenage sons, a beagle and a puggle. She can be found at:

Author's Website & Blog:
The Book of Phoenix Website: 
Soul Savers Series Website:

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Months of Updates in One Post. Take a Breath.

Okay, so I have like months of crap to cover in one post because it has been WAY too long since I've covered those bases. Here's the gist of what's gone on in my world lately.

Our Great Danes had a litter of 12 puppies. Yes, they were entirely adorable beyond what words can even express! They were also a 24/7 mob of pooping, whining, barking madness. While I adored every minute of it, to say it was a time suck is an understatement. Love their furry heads to pieces, but it was 8 weeks of "OMGosh, again?!"

So, yeah. I had my hands full, plus we ended up keeping the pretty Harley girl, Asha (top left). She's been completely awesome and so much fun!!!

Beyond that, we're in the middle of moving. We bought a 120 acre farm near Frankfort, Kentucky, so we've been in the process of fixing up the house there while trying to sell our current house just outside Lexington. Anyone who's ever moved knows what a hassle that is.
This view makes it all worth it though! I adore our new place! It's been such a blessing!

Now the thing most people have been asking about: When is book 2 of The Willows series coming out?

The short answer: this year...sometime.

The long answer: I'm really not sure yet. Here's why.

Reason one: Over the past three years, my family has been through an enormous time of transition. I don't want to get into all the specifics, but there has been more loss in the past 36 months than the rest of my life. It got to me, affected every aspect of my life. But I'm so grateful to say that God in His never-ending awesomeness has seen us through every ounce of it!

Reason two: My (SUPER) agent, Italia Gandolfo has an incredible opportunity for another project that she's very adamant I pursue. I'm on a super tight deadline like never before. So I've been busting my hump to finish this project. It's an adult paranormal suspense, and omgosh has been so much fun to write.

Rest assured that The Willows series is alive and kicking furiously. The first draft of Thorn is already finished, so it's simply a matter of polishing the rough edges, and readying the release time to work with book 3's release. After talking with the freaking amazing and infinitely wise Julie of  AToMR PRomotions, I have a much stronger game plan in place. I'll try to keep everyone up to date on how things are progressing though!

***Since it's taking me SO long to get Thorn out, here's a little bit in the meantime. Caution: I wouldn't recommend reading it if you haven't read Haven yet.


Pink light streamed through the window, casting the kitchen in a peaceful, hazy glow. The scent of warm pine settled around me, joining the soft smell of cinnamon and nutmeg. A well-loved copy of Tennyson’s Poetical Works lay open on the counter as I scanned the rhythmic prose of The Talking Oak.
And when my marriage morn may fall,
She, Dryad-like, shall wear
Alternate leaf and acorn-ball
In wreath about her hair...
My gaze fell to the round table in the corner of the room, and a familiar emblem etched in the center caught my eye. The Hawthorne insignia. My heart sputtered.
There’s no reason to be upset, I told myself. This is only a dream. It has to be. Why on earth would I be back in The Valley? Allie and Gabe rescued me, right? So, if it is a dream — or nightmare — why can’t I wake up? Why am I wearing the Dryad’s clothes? Why am I baking things in the kitchen of my house?
My nails drummed against the wood as I thought about what was happening. I sighed and looked down. My breath caught in a gasp, and the motion stilled. A translucent gold band hugged the third finger on my left hand. It greatly resembled the wedding ring I’d found in Charlie’s lake house. Turning my palm over, the distinct mark of two vines winding toward my wrist appeared, etched in my skin just like the Hawthorne’s mother, Ilana.
Distant footsteps pattered from the hall as two dark-haired children made their way into the kitchen.
“Hi, Mama!” they called together, both wearing perfect smiles and gray eyes. To my surprise, I pulled them in without hesitation.
A sullied cap, like the one Gabe wore the day we met, followed close behind. I paused an arm’s length away and stood on my tiptoes to greet him with a kiss.
“Beautiful as ever, Mrs. Hawthorne,” Kyle whispered against my lips, the brim of his hat lifting as he backed away…
My breath caught as I jerked upright in a cold sweat.
“Ashton?” A whisper broke the darkness.
The pink warmth of the kitchen suddenly turned to a soft red glow in a fireplace. Where was I?
Kyle?” I spoke unthinkingly through the haze.
The snap of teeth coming together sounded near me followed by a tense sigh.
“Not so much,” Gabe grumbled.
“No, I-I didn’t mean to … I just had a bad dream.” I dropped my head in my hand and rubbed my eyes. “Sorry.”
“Sounded like it,” he said dryly before taking a deep breath. “Look, it’s okay, love.”
I suspected he was trying to convince himself of that more than me. I glanced around, realizing we were on the sofa in our hideaway cabin, and eased toward him. Taking Gabe’s hand, I nudged his shoulder. He hesitated but lifted his arm, allowing me to curl against his side. It’d been almost six months since he and Allie staged my rescue from The Valley. Six months that’d we’d been hiding from the Dryads in the middle of nowhere. Six months since I’d abandoned my best friend, Kyle. Six months since learning my grandparents had passed away, and I was next in line to become vasílissa — the Naiad equivalent of a queen from what I understood. Six months since Gabe had told me he loved me for the first, and subsequently only, time.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t bring myself to purposely speak the words aloud. Putting it out there made it too real for me, like I was just asking for an earth-shattering betrayal — one I knew I couldn’t handle twice.
Now Gabe and I just waltzed around the idea of a relationship, only we didn’t seem to hear the same music. It was more of an awkward tempo that kept us circling the overcrowded ballroom, waiting for the other to ask for the first dance. I drew a deep breath. Gabe was trying to do his best by me, I knew that, but things between us were still … uncomfortable. Kyle haunting my dreams most nights left me guilt-ridden and exhausted more often than not. It didn’t help that Gabe saw him as a threat to my dance card.
I sighed again, trying to shut out any thoughts that didn’t consist of Gabe’s arms around me. After so long fighting his memory, opening up to him again had been a challenge. While the rest of me hummed and tingled when he so much as met my gaze, my head constantly reminded me of just how much pain I could survive.
“Are you still awake?” Gabe whispered, bringing me to my senses.
Selfishness tempted me not to answer. I figured I knew what was on his mind — the same thing that was on mine.
“Yeah,” I managed after a moment.
His breathing hitched like he wanted to speak, but he kept quiet. I wondered if he was as uncomfortable broaching the subject of Kyle as I was.
“Were you just wondering?” I snuggled deeper under his arm, wanting to talk but dreading the conversation at the same time.
“No,” he murmured. “You should rest. It’s been weeks since you slept through the night. You shouldn’t worry about—”
“Gabe, don’t,” I interrupted. “Just … say it. I know you want to.”
“Do you miss him?” he strained.
And there it was, the million dollar question.
“Not like you’re thinking,” I answered honestly.
Gabe lifted his arm and stood, making his way to the hearth. He raised an iron poker and stoked the ebbing fire. A surge of light from the blaze flickered over his face, illuminating the hurt and confusion.
My feet met the cool wood floor as I closed the distance between us. I stood at Gabe’s side, my gaze on his white-knuckle grip around the poker. Sliding my palm down his arm, I encouraged him to loosen his hold.
“Gabe, I do miss Kyle,” I began, and he immediately tensed. “But I don’t miss him that way.”
“Don’t you?” Doubt seeped through his voice.
“How could you even ask that?” The moment I spoke the words I regretted them. Telling Gabe I loved the very friend who’d kissed me shortly before he and Allie’s reappearance wasn’t one of my shining moments.
“Sorry.” I shoved my hair from my forehead. “What I mean is, I don’t feel that way about Kyle. He’s my friend — nothing more. Like Allie.”
“You don’t dream about Allie, love,” he said, his tone falling.
“No, but I also didn’t run out on her. I don’t feel right having bailed on Kyle after he risked so much to save me. It just seems wrong. I’d be just as guilty for abandoning her that way.”
Gabe’s eyes sparked with something I didn’t understand. “Allie isn’t in love with you.”
“I can’t help the way he … thinks.” I bit down on the word feels.
 “So, that’s what these nightmares are about? You leaving him?”
“Of course.” I turned away, biting my lip as I picked at the flecking paint of the mantle. How was I supposed to tell Gabe that Kyle was far from being left behind in my dream?
Gabe let out a low growl.
“There’s no reason to be upset by this, Gabe,” I said, knowing he had every reason to wonder. “I can’t control what I dream anymore than you can.”
“I have no right to be jealous,” he whispered. “I know that. I left you in the worst situation imaginable. The plan was to keep you safe and happy, but I wasn’t the one to protect you. You formed a bond with Kyle that runs deeper than attraction or compulsion. Any part of your heart is infinitely more than I’ve earned, but the thought of you wanting something else, someone else…”
“Kyle’s feelings don’t influence mine. I know I didn’t paint our friendship in the best light when I was in The Valley, but I was lost. You’re upset with me, and I get it, but I’m not—”
“Don’t ever think that, Ash. I’m not upset … with you.”
“Nothing’s changed, Gabe. I’m here where I belong.” My palm rested over his heart. “With you.”
Warmth sparked in his eyes, but I knew he was still holding back his emotion, his hope … his heart.
“Do you regret having feelings for me after everything that’s happened?” I asked.
“Not for a moment,” he answered without hesitancy.
“I never meant to hurt you. Things have been different between us, but you’ve been great these past few weeks. I just want you to know I appreciate all you’re doing.”
He offered a weak smile. I pulled him forward and wrapped my arms around his waist. Floorboards creaked as a mop of messy blond curls appeared in the hallway.
“Could you please keep the lovers’ quarrel down until sunrise?” Allie interrupted, her voice thick. “Some of us are actually trying to sleep before the big meeting tomorrow.”
“Sorry,” I whispered dramatically. “We’ll try to keep it down.”
Allie rolled her eyes and stalked back to our room.
“She’s right,” Gabe said on a sigh, backing away. “You should rest before we leave in the morning. It’s already a risk, going to speak with Charlie’s partners about the companies and assets. We need to be sharp and focused.”
“You’re probably right,” I said, my voice sounding sadder than I meant for it to. I paused in the hall, my hand against the jamb. “Gabe?”
He lifted his head and met my eyes. “Yes?”
“Thanks for everything,” I whispered with every ounce of my being.
His expression warmed as a genuine smile touched his lips. “Anything for you, Ash. Goodnight.”
Allie watched me cautiously, like I was balancing on a tightrope as I tiptoed into the bedroom and closed the door. I pulled the duvet aside and slipped beneath the cover. Sapphire blue bored into the side of my head, silently assaulting me with questions.
“Don’t start,” I said, staring at the ceiling.
A lone owl hooted outside the window. Shadows scratched noiselessly across the floor, reaching like boney fingers in search of something they couldn’t find. I sighed as my frustration mounted.
Allie climbed out of bed and switched on the rattling box fan before settling back onto the mattress. I rolled my eyes, recognizing the noisy action was meant to drown out anything Gabe might overhear.
“Dreaming again?” she whispered.
I flopped to my back. “Why does this crap keep happening? I don’t get it.”
“Maybe you have something in your life you need to address.”
I  propped my hand under my chin. “Like what?”
Allie gave a look that said, You know exactly what I’m talking about.
“You think it actually has something to do with Kyle?” I huffed.
“There are a lot of areas where you need closure.” Allie shrugged. “Kyle’s one of them. Your feelings toward Gabe are another. Not to mention your parents, your past, and a slightly more threatening thing called your future.”
I sat up and chewed my lip, guilt daggering my conscience. “You believe me though, right? Even though Gabe and I are in a weird place, you know I don’t have feelings for Kyle.”
Allie scooted closer and wound her arm through mine. “Look, you need some time to sort through the chaos in your life. You’ve changed a lot over the past few months, and so much stuff has happened. Let’s just deal with everything one day at a time, starting with this meeting tomorrow.”
“Fine,” I said on a yawn. “As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right.”
“Look at you, all growing and stuff,” Allie teased. “I’m proud of you, chick.”
Lacing my fingers through hers, I rested my head against the wall and closed my eyes. A wave of exhaustion plowed over me, and I found myself eager for sleep. “I guess I have changed in some ways, huh? A year ago, I wouldn’t have been able handle all this.”
Allie laughed quietly. “Maybe. But some things never change,” she whispered so quietly I wasn’t sure she’d even spoken.


The parking garage fell quiet as the engine of our blacked-out sedan shut off. This was the moment we’d been dreading for months — settling things with Charlie’s companies and his last wishes. Tension hummed through the car as my fingers tapped a restless beat. Gabe’s hand came to rest on my thigh, and I drew a tense breath.
“Everything is going to be all right, Ashton. This should be a simple trip in and out to handle Charlie’s affairs. Having the attorney’s meet us here on such short notice means less chance anyone else will trace our presence here. I’ve swept this building twice since yesterday, and nothing’s indicated a problem.” His smile turned tentative. “But if anything happens, if you suspect anything is wrong or I give you the signal, you know what to do. Right?”
I nodded. We’d been over building plans and alternate routes of escape a dozen times. Gabe was nothing if not prepared. Somehow it didn’t make the situation less stressful. If anything, it made it worse.
Gabe toyed with the leather cord around his neck. It once held a willow charm: the key it turned out, to a trunk we’d found in the attic at Charlie’s lake house. Now the necklace held a small bronze pendant. The same pendant Kyle said Gabe had supposedly traded me for, in fact.
I stared at it through narrow eyes. Even knowing Gabe hadn’t really turned me over in part to get some lousy necklace, it didn’t keep the bad taste out of my mouth every time I saw it.
Gabe caught me eyeing his movement, and he quickly tucked the pendant beneath his shirt. He slid from behind the steering wheel then turned to the back. “Allie, you’re at the helm.”
“Right. I’ve got the garage covered.” She climbed over the backseat.
“Are you all right?” He watched me carefully.
Ignoring his question, I climbed out, wrapped a scarf around my hair, and slipped on a pair of sunglasses just in case. Gabe met me at the back of the car, his gaze on me as he turned up the collar on his trench coat then grabbed a black briefcase from the trunk. I shook off my nonsense and focused on our situation.
“You look very handsome as Mr. Garrett, but I think I prefer Gabe’s jeans and leather jacket,” I said, my voice shaking only a little. Because we didn’t know who was in cahoots with the Dryads, we’d agreed to hide his identity.
“That makes two of us.” He looked down at his three-piece suit and quirked an eyebrow. An errant curl fell across his forehead. I brushed it back into place, my fingers lingering at his smooth jaw line.
He lifted my hand and brushed a kiss across the top. “Here we go.”
My adrenaline pulsed as he led us toward the office building. Gabe scanned the garage as we hurried across the concrete floor, our footsteps echoing every step. I kept my eyes locked on the white lines that formed the parking spaces, knowing I’d make every tiny movement out as something dangerous and freak myself out even more if I let my imagination get the better of me. The chances of Kevin or anyone else finding us here  versus Charlie’s offices in New York were less — we’d kept off the radar as much as possible — but few things were beyond the realm of impossible anymore.
Reaching the building adjacent to the lot, Gabe hit the up button on the cinderblock wall then we stepped into an elevator. He claimed the back corner to keep an eye out as I pressed the circle marked sixty-seven and held my breath as the box jarred to life.
People in suits climbed on every few stops, crowding together like too many crayons in one box. Sweat beaded across my upper lip, and I pulled off my jacket. The smell of day-old coffee and desperation soaked the air and turned my stomach. My heart pounded as I obsessively scanned one person to the next, searching out anyone familiar. Stereotypical music droned on in the background, and I shut my eyes. The space was too small, cramped. Anxiety pulsed into panic, threatening to push me overboard.
“Almost there, love.” Gabe’s breath suddenly brushed my shoulder as his hand came to rest at the base of my neck. “Only a few more floors.”
Just when I thought I’d lose it, a ding sounded. The elevator doors slid open to reveal a bustling office space, packed by cubicles and upper-middle management. Gabe’s arm wrapped around my waist as suit after suit filed from the confines of the suffocating space.
We followed the tiny portico toward the madness. A portly man in a too-tight dress shirt and no jacket waited by the receptionist’s desk. His eyes met mine, and he stepped toward me. “Miss Blake?”
I nodded once. He offered a chubby hand. A faint, hollow echo drummed through my head as our palms met. I released his hand and rubbed my ear, wondering if I were going to faint.
“I’m John Sherman, your father’s accountant,” the man said, recapturing my attention. 
“Thank you for meeting us, Mr. Sherman. I’m sorry for the delay.”
“It’s no trouble at all. I’m happy to do it,” he said, offering me a stack of folders and a business card.
“This is Michael Garrett, my financial advisor.” I gestured to Gabe who lingered behind me, his palm still brushing the small of my back.
The men shook hands then Gabe gave a quick glance around the room.
“Right this way and we’ll get started,” Sherman directed. “Your father’s secretary passed along that you couldn’t travel to his primary office in the city, but she didn’t mention why,” he hinted, and I immediately grew suspicious.
“We had other business in the area,” Gabe answered firmly, shutting down Sherman. “We appreciate your willingness to accommodate us.”
“Of course.” Sherman held open a large door marked Conference Room and waved us through. An oversized desk sat in the center with a dozen or so chairs situated around it. We stepped further into the room to find we weren’t the only ones there.
A man wearing a dark suit and circles under his eyes stood, offering his hand. I fumbled with my purse and the papers Sherman had given me, trying to receive his friendly gesture. He quickly smiled and waved me off, shaking Gabe’s free hand instead.
“Miss Blake, I’m Sam Morris, the company attorney. We requested Harry Waterford be here,” he continued, and my stomach dropped, “but I received an email stating that he was taking a sabbatical until further notice. I’m sure you know more about that than we do.”
I swallowed hard and nodded. “Charlie’s death has been hard on all of us.”
They each gave sympathetic nods as I tried to settle my things onto the desk.
A familiar woman with strawberry-blonde hair and a pleasant smile moved to my side. She pulled me into an unexpected hug, pinning my arms at my sides. Her citrusy perfume tickled my nose as I tried to return the gesture.
“I’m so sorry about your dad, Ashton. We were shocked when we heard what happened. I still can’t believe Charlie’s gone.” She wiped an errant tear as she backed away, and I found myself at a loss for words. “Listen to me, babbling away. You probably don’t even remember me. You weren’t more than seven the last time we met. I’m Caroline Voss, Charlie’s secretary.”
The name struck a chord in my memory. I met her deep-blue eyes and nodded. “I used to hide under your desk and draw when I came to the office. You taught me to make paperclip—”
“Bracelets,” she said at the same time I did.
“It’s nice to see you again, Ms. Caroline.” I smiled, welcoming her familiar face. I vaguely recalled seeing her at the funeral as well.
Gabe touched my waist, reminding me that we needed to stay on task. Everyone took a seat and began shuffling papers back and forth. Sherman passed me a folder containing financial documents and explained what we’d need to do with them.
Mr. Morris opened a manila envelope and turned the sheets to face me. “Now for my part,” he said on a sigh. I bit my lip and tried to not to think about the things I was about to read. “This is everything your father, owned.” He gestured to the list of various possessions, everything from his favorite book to his beach house in the Solomon Islands. “If you’ll just initial and date the places I’ve marked.”
I spent the next half hour signing documents and taking note of his instructions.
Finally, Mr. Morris pulled out a small sealed envelope with the words Confidential stamped on both sides. Red tape secured all corners, and each strip held Charlie’s signature.
“There is one other matter,” he said. “In Mr. Blake’s personal vault is a safety deposit box.” He flipped the package over and tapped the front. “Harry drafted the original documents, but for whatever reason, Mr. Blake had me redo everything just days before he passed. This envelope was added to the mix with his strict order it be given to you and only you.”
Gabe and I exchanged glances. My eyes narrowed as I pulled the envelope toward me. Something solid lay inside. I assumed by Morris’ words it must’ve been the key to Charlie’s box. I lowered the package to my lap, my fingers locked around its mysterious contents. “Is his vault in this building?”
They each looked at each other before Sherman spoke up almost apologetically, “We don’t actually know where his personal vault is located.”
“How am I supposed to find it then?” I looked at them.
“I’m certain Charlie left you directions in one capacity or another,” Caroline spoke up. “You know how he loved riddles.”
No, actually I didn’t. A touch of bitterness tried to surface, but I beat it down behind a forced smile. “You’re probably right.”
Gabe and I stood, shakings hands with Sherman and Morris. Caroline walked around the desk. She took my wrists, and her indigo eyes fixed on mine.
“Ashton, sweetheart, if you need anything at all, you call me,” she insisted. “I know we haven’t seen each other in a long while, but Charlie was like family and so are you. You’ll keep in touch, won’t you?”
She took my hand between hers, and a familiar hollow drone filled my ears. It felt like my head was in a barrel, drowning out everything around me. I held my breath, straining to listen though no one spoke. Muted laughter and water splashing echoed from somewhere in the distance, but it was distorted, like one of those old record players in the movies. Borderline panic set in as the noise continued, but no one else seemed to hear it.
I’ll see you soon, a familiar voice broke through tenderly.
I snatched my hand away and stumbled back in blind panic.
“Harry?” I gasped