![]() The one that sometimes came open just by shaking the wooden frame. ![]() She knew that sound, just like she knew exactly which window, because that one had the iffy lock. The soft, deliberate jostling of the kitchen window downstairs. Rolling onto her side, she got comfortable on her pillow enough to close her eyes, and that’s when she heard it again. Scared, sick to her stomach, and embarrassed to have let herself become so unsettled over something intangible that she couldn’t even remember, she lay back down. Downstairs, the living room clock was ticking. Silence reigned through her small, split-level house. Clutching the blanket with both hands, she listened. She bolted up in bed, her heart already beating in her throat, half because of her dreams and half because of what she’d just heard. Scotti came awake in the night with a start. It is almost nothing like the original.Ĭover Artist: Allysa Hart at Allycat’s Creations This version has been completely re-written andĮxpanded. Places, and events are purely coincidental. ![]() Names, places, locales, andĮvents are either a product of the author’s imagination orĪre used fictitiously. Limited to, photocopying or by any information storageĪnd retrieval system, without permission in writing from Means, electronic or mechanical, including, but not ![]() Reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any Shameless (Black Light: Roulette Redux, Book 7)ĭetermined (Black Light: Celebrity Roulette, Book 12)Īll rights reserved. Unbroken (Black Light: Valentine’s Roulette, Book 3) ![]()
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