Synopsis: Tanzy
Hightower is not crazy. At least that’s what she tells herself. She also tells
herself that the shadows stalking her in the woods aren’t living, murderous
beings.
On her
father’s death, Tanzy is swept up by the woods and the shadows that took him.
She quickly realizes those monsters lurking in the dark now have their sights
set on her. Neither Tanzy nor life as she knows it escapes unchanged when she
is introduced to a world…unseen.
Two
strangers seem too willing to help her navigate her new reality: Vanessa
Andrews, a doctor’s trophy wife with a southern drawl, and Lucas, a quiet,
scarred man with timing that borders on either perfect or suspect. But Tanzy
has secrets of her own. Desperate for answers and revenge, Tanzy must put her
faith in their hands as her past comes calling and the shadows close in.
With
wild blood coursing through her veins, will Tanzy’s choices shed light on
the shadows of her past, or will they bring forth the darkness within her?
JADIE
JONES:
Young-adult author. Equine
professional. Southern gal. Especially fond of family, sunlight, and cookie
dough.
I wrote my first book in seventh
grade, filling one hundred and four pages of a black and white Mead notebook.
Back then I lived for two things: horses and R.L. Stine books. Fast forward
nearly twenty years, and I still work with horses, and hoard books like most
women my age collect shoes. Its amazing how much changes... and how much stays
the same.
The dream of publishing a novel has hitch-hiked
with me down every other path I've taken (and there have been many.)
Waitress, farm manager, road manager, bank teller, speech writer, retail, and
more. But that need to bring pen to paper refused to quiet. Finally, in
2009, I sat down, pulled out a brand new notebook, and once again let the
pictures in my head become words on paper.
As a child, my grandfather would sit
me in his lap and weave tales about the Cherokee nation, and a girl who
belonged with horses. His words painted a whole new world, and my mind would
take flight. My hope - my dream - is that Tanzy's journey does the same for you.
Confession time: Jadie Jones is not my
name. It's a pen name I created to honor two fantastic women who didn't get the
chance to live out their professional dreams. First, my grandmother - a mother
of four during post World War II America, who wanted to be a journalist so bad
that even now when she talks about it, her blue eyes mist and she lifts her
chin in silent speculation. And second, a dear friend's mother who left
this world entirely too soon. To Judy Dawn and Shirley Jones, Jadie Jones
is for you. It's been a pleasure getting to know her.
