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Literature Starts With a C – Haunting Adeline
May 22 @ 7:00 pm - 9:00 pm
“I’ve chased you across time and space, and you’ve never been able to get away.”
For Adeline Reilly, moving back to Seattle was supposed to be the perfect fresh start. With her flourishing career as an author, and the inheritance of her late grandmother’s gothic mansion, there is nothing to stand in her way.
But Adeline isn’t alone in Parson’s Manor.
It isn’t the angry souls haunting the hallways of her childhood home that Adeline fears–it’s the mysterious break-ins, roses appearing, and threatening messages that somehow sound more like eerie promises.
Adeline has a stalker.
Yet, she quickly discovers she’s not the first person in her family to fall victim to a shadow in pursuit.
Left behind are her great-grandmother’s haunting journals detailing the story of her own phantom, and subsequently, her brutal murder.
Parson’s Manor now holds more than just Adeline’s memories—it houses a grim future that could lead to history repeating itself.
If she doesn’t fall in love with her stalker first.
For Adeline Reilly, moving back to Seattle was supposed to be the perfect fresh start. With her flourishing career as an author, and the inheritance of her late grandmother’s gothic mansion, there is nothing to stand in her way.
But Adeline isn’t alone in Parson’s Manor.
It isn’t the angry souls haunting the hallways of her childhood home that Adeline fears–it’s the mysterious break-ins, roses appearing, and threatening messages that somehow sound more like eerie promises.
Adeline has a stalker.
Yet, she quickly discovers she’s not the first person in her family to fall victim to a shadow in pursuit.
Left behind are her great-grandmother’s haunting journals detailing the story of her own phantom, and subsequently, her brutal murder.
Parson’s Manor now holds more than just Adeline’s memories—it houses a grim future that could lead to history repeating itself.
If she doesn’t fall in love with her stalker first.
You’d think being abducted by aliens would be the worst thing that could happen to me. And you’d be wrong. Because now the aliens are having ship trouble, and they’ve left their cargo of human women—including me—on an ice planet.
We’re not equipped for life in this desolate winter wasteland. Since I’m the unofficial leader, I head out into the snow to look for help.
I find help all right. A big blue horned alien introduces himself in a rather . . . startling way. Vektal says that I’m his mate, his chosen female—and that the reason his chest is purring is because of my presence. He’ll help me and my people survive, but this poses a new problem.
If Vektal helps us survive, I’m not sure he’s going to want to let me go.
