A former teacher, coach and school counselor, Marilee lives in Washington State and writes full time.
Her books include Castle Ladyslipper, a medieval romance, The Rock and Roll Queen of Bedlam,
winner of the 2010 Booksellers Best award for romantic suspense, Moonstone, Moon Rise, Moon
Spun, Shadow Moon, and Midnight Moon. Marilee is a member of the Romance Writers of America,
Pacific Northwest Writers Association and the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators.
Allie Emerson is hoping for a few quiet months to catch her breath after a summer that included the discovery she is not only a twin and of faery blood, but also destined to play a pivotal role in the faery world. School has barely begun when Allie must kiss her hope of a normal year goodbye.
She can’t escape her unfinished business with the fae, the Trimarks, or Junior Martinez who is making it clear he plans to win her back. Signs, portents and whispers are pushing Allie to “find the girl” before it’s too late. Hoping her twin can help her solve the riddle of their destiny, Allie uncovers
old secrets and begins a cross-country journey that puts her in more danger than ever before. If she succeeds, she may just find the answers that can save everyone she loves.
Jessie held out a hand to Sammie. “Come forward, child,” he ordered.
Obediently, Sammie slid off the stool, still holding her guitar. As she approached Jessie, Sammie’s gaze skimmed over the crowd. Allie, are you out there?
Huh? Startled by the clarity of her voice inside my head, I almost stood and waved my arms. Had I imagined hearing Sammie’s words? One way to find out.
I’m here, Sammie. Last row. To your left. I thought the words and willed them to reach her. When her gaze swung to the back row, she smiled. Glad you’re here. A shiver slithered from the base of my neck down to the bottom of my spine. Before I had a chance to analyze what just happened, Jessie started his rant. He pointed out the pentagram tattoo on Sammie’s neck. “Ladies and gentlemen, do you understand the significance of this tattoo?”
I heard people mutter “Black magic,” and “Satanism.” The color rose in Sammie’s face. My cheeks warmed up in response. A tsunami of emotions flooded my mind. Embarrassment. Simmering rage. Frustration. Shame. I clenched my fists and pressed my lips together to keep from crying out. How could this be happening? How could I feel what Sammie was feeling? Hear her thoughts? How could she hear mine? Above all, what did it mean?