The dark didn't end with the light. He lost his future. She fights to survive. More secrets, more betrayal, and a love that was meant to fail before it even began.
My name is Weston, but my friends call me Wes.
Though, I don't have many left.
Two years ago, I lost my dream. My future.
My best friend's sister stumbled across a secret she had no idea existed—her secret.
Friendships were betrayed. Unexpected alliances were formed.
My loyalty was tested, but I blindly stood by their side.
What I didn't realize was that following them into the dark would cost me everything. My friends. My scholarship.
I was driven by anger and resentment toward the people I had once trusted with my life.
Until I met her: King.
My name is Kingsley Monroe.
At least, that's the name I go by these days.
I didn't plan this. I wasn't supposed to stay. Keep moving, he ordered.
Then, one fateful afternoon changed the course of my future. I ran into him: Weston Sheats—literally.
I stayed in the shadows for over a year. Eventually, my need for him to notice made me step out of the dark. I wanted him to see me once. I swore I wouldn't let him get close, I would not get attached. I failed.
I fell—hard.
An unexpected turn of events was the wake-up call I needed. I had to tell him, come clean. But would he accept my past? Who I am?
Realizing there was no future, I did what I was supposed to do months ago…and I took the one thing with me that could've made a difference for both of us.
Born and raised in Germany, Danah moved to the U.S. and eventually traded downtown Chicago’s city life for the northern Rockies.
From a young age, she has always had “voices” in her head. She wrote short stories in high school; however, she eventually stopped as life got busier.
Talking about said “voices,” one day, a friend suggested giving it another try--even if it was just for the fun of it. Until that point, her focus was on raising her two-year-old twins, and she had never thought about writing again. But, she dug through old backup CDs (yes, people still have those) and found the original version of one of her short stories.
About forty thousand words in, she realized there is no way to tell it in just one book, and that’s when her first book series was born.
With many more plots in her head, this writing gig has become Danah’s passion, and she spends every free minute in front of her laptop, letting the voices out.
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