Zoey, newly single and on the rebound, advertises for a roommate and ten minutes later, Carole, a beautiful woman with a haunting secret, mysteriously shows up at her door. Zoey likes her instantly, and Carole moves in the next day.Looking to date again, Zoey meets Michael, when he's hired as an outside contractor by her firm. Mesmerized by his charm, Zoey is soon under Michael's spell. But Carole knows something about Michael that Zoey doesn't.Soon, their lives intersect in this haunting tale of mystical retribution. For as long as I can remember, I've had a book in my hand. At the age of seven, I'd often read to my mother at night around the fireplace. A fond memory I'll forever cherish. My origin is Monroeville, Alabama, but at nine-years-old, I moved to New York City-a stark contrast to my natal roots. The Deep South remains firmly ingrained in my soul as I craft worlds from my city dwelling. Often, I've evoked memories of a carefree girl who climbed trees, ran barefoot on Alabama red soil, lolled on green pastures, and traipsed along wooded paths picking blackberries. When I came to live in New York City with my aunt, an actress and educator, I traded tomboy ways for an artistic existence.I live and work on the Upper East Side of Manhattan where I share my life with family and good friends. But every so often, a familiar aura of sultry breezes, dusk, pitch-black, and haunting Alabama spirits, unseen in the cloak of night, whisper their stories, a place that calls to me when I write. Hopefully, one day I'll capture those experiences on paper.
