The Sleeper is book one of the exciting “Secrets of the Ghosts” Trilogy…
WHO- Holiday Towley is a loving perfect wife and mother that holds a deep dark secret.
WHAT- Holiday’s dark secret is revealed when her daughter’s safety is compromised by unforeseen circumstances. Holiday’s
life becomes more complex when she finds out the truth of who she really is.
WHERE-In a richly beautiful suburban neighborhood surrounded by astonishing views in Michigan.
WHY- Holiday soon finds out she has a special gift that will change her life and maybe protect her daughter from the secret life that she has kept hidden.
Enjoy this Sneak Preview from the exciting new novel ‘The Sleeper’!
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When I know he is asleep and I have, secured the house,
I am out the door. When I get near Greek Town, it is easy to
find Karl Smith. I drive around the area and park, walking as though I am enjoying the area. Karl and some other men are walking to a building, but no activity seems to be there. I wait until everyone is in and allow the cold-hearted Holiday to take over. I am more fired up than ever before for ending lives—maybe because I really want someone else: Ava. I am dressed for a mission. There is no time for talking. My window is short and I must be back at home soon. I find the men collaborating on how they are going to find out who’s behind the assassination of Peter. Karl is pretty upset—but so am I. He will soon see his brother, for his brother saw a lion and Karl will see the lion soon too. My eyes burn and for a second I think everything stands still. I brush that off and continue. If they have never encountered a Ghost before, they are about too. It is not going to be pleasant. My movement is quick and precise. I kill and move, never hovering over my prey. They shoot everywhere, not knowing how death had arrived, but I know—for I am delivering it. Their lack of knowledge gives me an advantage. I take their uncertainty and make it quick. I
collect eight bodies. I leave Karl for last. The shock in his eyes shows fear, like he sees a monster. I smile and roar. It feels good…I like it. His death comes from fear, not by my hand. I clean up behind myself and hurry to my vehicle, making a dash for home. I am back in no time. I shower downstairs then climb back in bed with my love. The clock says 3:38 a.m. I am home faster than I thought. I cuddle up to my love and close my eyes for my reoccurring nightmare…