Trapped beneath the sleeping child, Ellie’s numb arm burned with pins and needles. Determined not to endure another round of Bryce’s tearful insistence a monster hid in his closet, she carefully extracted her arm. Pale blue stars cast from a rotating night light lamp glided across the ceiling and walls. At the soft snick of a latch releasing, Ellie’s gaze flew to the closet. A moment passed. Then another. Chiding herself, she continued sliding her arm free. The door whispered open. Stars danced over the seven fingers curled around its edge. “Come play, Ellie,” a nightmare-drenched voice crooned. “Come play.” When not daydreaming about plot lines and characters Andra practices yoga, reads voraciously, and drinks too much coffee. She loves road trips and going off on wild tangents. Andra writes in multiple genres—including but not limited to—urban fantasy, steamy romance, paranormal romance, and horror.
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About the Author:S. K. Gregory is an author, editor and blogger. She currently resides in Northern Ireland. “Description begins in the writer’s imagination, but should finish in the reader’s.” Archives
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