Meg Allison
Author
The Sentinels
Children of promise ... warriors of power. They stand between mankind and the evil that would prevail.
Dream Walk
Coming September 9, 2008
Some nightmares are deadly real.
Camille Bryant is a gifted medium being slowly driven insane by terrifying dreams. When she is forced to accept help from a Sentinel—a mysterious warrior of her race—her comfort zone is quickly invaded. Try as she might, she can’t seem to stop the erotic visions that fill her mind when her rescuer is near.
Ian Spain is a dream walker who’s been assigned to banish the dream demon from Camille’s restless nights. But complications quickly ensue. This is no ordinary demon and Camille is no ordinary woman: both are far stronger than anyone realizes. So strong, Ian suddenly isn’t sure he has the power to vanquish her demon—not when his own hound his every step.
Their passion ignites even as the body count rises and their courage is put to the test in a battle as old as time. Winner takes all.
Warning: Scenes of leather-clad hero may induce spontaneous drooling, erotic fantasies, and unfair comparisons to spouse or significant other.
Book Two -- Broken
Book Three -- At Second Sight
Book Four -- Night Shift
Book Five -- At Night's End
After Dark
by Sheila Holloway, Laura Hamby and Meg Allison
Out in the Bayou by Sheila Holloway
Cassandra Stafford only wanted to research the ghost lights of Bayou LaGrande, not fall in love. However, after meeting Cliff DePriest, escaping harm from gator poachers and discovering the spirit of the swamp, she can’t help herself.
In the Fog by Laura Hamby
A haunted lighthouse located on a supposedly haunted point in Maryland. Two people drawn out of their own times into the past. What’s going on in the fog of October?
Familiar by Meg Allison
Sometimes things can be too FAMILIAR.
Penny Brown returns home to West Virginia hoping to get a fresh start.
But a ghost in the kitchen and prophetic dreams make her homecoming feel a bit spooky. It doesn't help that she's falling in love again. Could it merely be déjà vu?
EXCERPT:
FAMILIAR
(c) 2007 Meg Allison
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Penny glanced around at the small shops lining the main road of Twister. It had been almost twenty years since she left, but things looked relatively the same. Hoffman’s Grocery stood at one corner of
At the far corner sat Tucker’s Five and Dime, where Penny used to go with friends and cousins every Saturday afternoon to buy five- and ten-cent candy and twenty-five-cent cans of RC Cola. The last store, McCoy’s Hardware, had been passed down for generations from father to son.
She could swear she had stepped backward in time. The feeling left her a bit disconcerted. Penny had expected things to be different and not so much the same, yet it seemed as though the world stood still.
Then she blinked and the landscape transformed before her eyes. The grocery store had a Piggly Wiggly sign in place of the original; Jefferson’s had four modern gas pumps in place of the two relics; the Clip n’ Curl awning had been replaced with one in a muted shade of pink champagne; and there was a travel agency where the five-and-dime had once flourished.
Smells were familiar—the scents of apple brown betty from the diner and diesel from
“
Startled, she spun toward the voice and the almost forgotten nickname that had vanished along with another part of her life. Given the sudden shift in scenery, she wasn’t too surprised to have her late husband standing behind her, smiling in the afternoon sun. This had to be a dream.
“Lou, what are you doing here?”
“I came to take you to the hardware store.”
“I don’t need anything there.”
“Yes, you do, sweetie,” he insisted and held out a hand. “You have work to do on the house.”
“I don’t need anything!” She crossed her arms over her middle, reluctant to touch her husband in any way. A shiver of unease snaked over her skin. “I’m not going.”
“Stubborn as a mule,” he said with a shake of his dark head. “But everything you need is in that store.”
He disappeared. Penny blinked at the empty space.
“I’m dreaming,” she said aloud, somewhat comforted by the visible proof. “This doesn’t make a lick of sense.”
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