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Something terrible happened in Pine Creek. Eve Taylor must return home for her grandmother’s funeral but has every intention of making it a short visit. Too many memories live in the small town where she grew up, memories of a Halloween best forgotten. Trey Rainwater has been waiting for Eve. He knows she’ll be staying for longer than she’d planned and has every intention of making sure she does. He has a promise to keep. Eve and Trey find themselves thrown into a deadly combination of riddles, murder, and a love that won’t be denied. As the moon hovers in the October sky and Halloween grows closer, Eve must fight her own personal demons while learning to trust the man who protects her. The past has come back to life, and a killer is stalking once again. He’s waiting for his Hallowed Eve. |
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Icasm Press Ebook |
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A glance at the cooking supplies she’d picked up renewed her fortitude. She would be quick about it. In and out like a flash. Decision made, Eve put her hand on the knob without looking, felt the glass under her clammy flesh and turned it with a jerk, shoving the door open before her mind could change.
The emptiness of the cellar opened below her in silent invitation. She slapped her hand on the switch to illuminate the room and took one timid step at a time, trying to imagine the smell of freshly baked chocolate as encouragement.
Chilly air enveloped her in an unwelcome grasp making her arm hairs stand on end. One lonely bulb hung by a wire, struggling to light the room, and she knew it was likely a mistake to venture down the old wooden stairs, each step creaking in protest.
Or in warning, depending on one’s perspective.
Both tennis shoes finally found purchase on the floor, and Eve took a moment to inspect her surroundings. Not much had changed over the years. Her grandmother still kept Woolite on the shelf above the washer, but the machine itself was a modern, energy saving brand and boasted a shiny, sea-green exterior that matched the sleek dryer beside it.
Eve smiled at her grandmother’s splash of color in the musty work space and was encouraged by the elderly woman’s use of the subterranean room. If Nan could come down often enough to do laundry, Eve would find enough spine to last a few minutes.
Rolling her shoulders as if preparing for battle, she took a step toward the shelving unit, but her muscles froze, and the smile slipped from her face.
The evil had found her after all.