a passion for the supernatural and all things magical, Laney developed a
voracious appetite for reading fantasy at a young age. A vivid imagination
helped set the stage for creating her own worlds and placed her onto the
the time she reached her teens, she'd accumulated notebooks full of poems,
which led to short stories and finally novels. Young adult dark fantasy,
paranormal romance, and mythology are among her favorite genres.
former classical dancer and chef, she grew up in sultry Florida where she still
resides with her family.
window opened easily. The same way it had so many times before. Climbing out on
the ledge, I found the ground empty and dropped from the second floor—a jump
I'd made a hundred times. In another life.
feet sunk into the sand, and I followed the well-worn pathway through the
dunes. Even the strong evening winds hadn’t misshaped the deep gully. The
ocean's breeze lashed at my hair as the moonlight glinted off the water’s
surface. Seagulls flew up from their nesting grounds. They should have
recognized me, since I’d been wandering at night for so long. Wrapping my arms
around my knees to block the slight chill, I settled in the sand, and the birds
quieted in a tight huddle, the wind blowing their feathers in awkward angles.
gaze fell on a figure standing beyond the dunes edge, a shadow hidden within
the darkness. My pulse quickened, but I didn't move. Another trick—an illusion.
Weary of the games my mind continued to play, I bit back tears and the catch in
my throat. I should have been immune to them—the hallucinations—the way they
haunted me and followed me, but I wasn’t.
myself to blink, I turned my head away. The visions had grown worse as I’d
become older. I’d tried to convince myself they were nightmares—or weird
dreams. Hoped for years they were, but only people who sleep dream.
or unwilling to stop myself, I glanced back over my shoulder, thoughts flooding
my brain. Memories I knew couldn’t be memories but I cherished all the same.
For years I’d tried to shake them away. To make myself forget.
stone raps against my bedroom window. I creep over and peer through the blinds.
late." I lean out over the sill, grinning at the boy staring up at me.
on, let’s go before she comes," he says.
climb onto the window ledge. "Be nice. She’s my friend."
Jump." He waves at me to go faster.
and I will."
takes one casual step to the side.
jump isn’t too high; I make it all the time.
grabs my hand when I land beside him in the soft sand. "Ready?"
going to tell!" Benny runs across my yard toward me, her blonde pigtails
flapping in the wind. "You’re not allowed to talk to that boy, Layla! Your
tightens his grip on my hand.
up, Benny! I'm old enough."
only nine. Don't go! "
Max and I leave the ground.
going to get in so much trouble.” Benny’s yell rings in the distance.
feet touch down in the wet grass of the Otherworld, icy sea air whipping at my
she won’t follow us again." Max lets go of my hand.
won’t. I told her not to." I lead the way down the cliff face to the