EXCERPT I finished the beer, considered going back to bed, but decided Zelen would keep snoring, and I could use another drink. I threw the empty bottle in the trash and opened the fridge. I closed it when I heard mumbling. I kept still, paying attention to it. The mumbling sounded louder this time, and I followed it. I ended up facing the first bedroom’s door. Nadine’s. “No,” I heard her voice through the door. “Oh, God, please, no!” Knowing exactly what was going on, I swung the door open and entered the bedroom. “Nicole,” she whimpered, thrashing in her bed. “No, no!” I closed the door behind me and rushed to her side. “Nadine,” I called her, touching her shoulder. “Wake up, Nadine.” “Oh, God, Morgan.” Then she screamed. I grabbed her upper arms and shook her, not too hard, but not too gentle either. “Nadine!” Her scream died… Read more »
Author: Juliana Haygert
While Juliana Haygert dreams of being Wonder Woman, Buffy, or a blood elf shadow priest, she settles for the less exciting—but equally gratifying—life of a wife, mother, and author. Thousands of miles away from her former home in Brazil, she now resides in Connecticut and spends her days writing about kick-ass heroines and the heroes who drive them crazy.