See Me in Your Dreams (Intrigue) Book

The McKenna Legacy:See Me in Your DreamsKeelin McKenna inherited her grandmother’s ability to dream through other’s eyes. Somewhere, a teenage girl needed her help. Tyler Leighton was desperate to find his daughter, but he thought Keelin was trying to run a scam on him until she dreamed of something known only to him and his child. They work together to find the girl...and each other.***The McKenna LegacyTo My Darling Grandchildren,I leave you my love and more. Within thirty-three days of your thirty-third birthday-enough time to know what you are about-you will have in your grasp a legacy of which your dreams are made. Dreams are not always tangible things, but more often are born in the heart. Act selflessly in another’s behalf, and my legacy will be yours.Your loving grandmother,Moira McKennaP.S. Use any other inheritance from me wisely and only for good, lest you destroy yourself or those you love.***Prologue THE DARK SWALLOWED HER WHOLE, making her feel smaller than ever. She lay frozen. Waiting. Counting the seconds...the minutes...the hours. Finally, the house grew perfectly still. Her ragged breath piercing the silence, she gathered her courage and slipped out of bed. She threw off her nightshirt, tugged on soft jeans and an even softer T-shirt. The familiar cotton garments soothed her flesh that was pebbling despite the warmth of the June night. She acknowledged her fear.And as she stuffed a change of clothing, a sweater and a few personal items into a backpack, her thoughts were as liquid as the waves washing onto shore outside her window. Can't stay here any longer. Not one minute. No more lies. She buckled up the backpack. Her hands shook, making her bracelet resonate. Strands of leather intertwined with ancient charms and symbols that she didn't fully understand – and that had somehow become a part of her – tinkled like a fairy windchime. Scooting her stockinged feet into high tops, she took a deep breath. She was ready. Except for money. She didn't have enough. She knew where some cash was, though. She'd have to take it. That would make me a thief, she thought uneasily. No worse than a liar, an inner voice countered. A thrill shooting down her spine, she sneaked down the stairs, avoiding the one that creaked. A moment later she was in his study, ransacking his desk for the handful of tens and twenties he always kept available in case of an emergency. She stuffed the cash into her wallet, the wallet into her jeans pocket. Returning to the foot of the stairs, backpack straps secured around her shoulders, she stopped for a moment, tears gathering in her eyes...a lump in her throat threatening to choke her. Why did he do it? Why? Now that I know, everything is ruined. Sick inside, she rushed toward the front door, knocking into the pedestal, making the new stone sculpture teeter on its base. She caught and steadied the free form that reminded her of an angel about to take flight. Certain her pulse drummed so loud it could be heard in the farthest reaches of the house, she was astonished when no responding sound warned her that she was about to be apprehended. Even so, she fled the dwelling as if the hounds of hell were on her heels. She burst into the moonless night, unseeing, moving by rote, by memory tracing her way down into the ravine. Brush thrashed around her legs. Gasps broke from her heaving chest. Lake water battered the nearby shoreline. None could drown out the frightened beat of her heart.Read More