Contemporary Thriller - First Book of the REMality Series
No one wants to wake up with blood dripping from their hands, but in San Francisco innocent people are committing murder in their sleep. The killer is in REMality—a parallel existence accessed through dreams. Ryker Mills is one of the few people who know REMality exists. Its governing body—the 13s—will stop at nothing to keep their world and manipulative agenda to influence Reality a secret. But Ryker has a conscience.
To save innocent people in Reality from prison or worse, he risks exposing REMality. His plan backfires. Six days, three hours, and nineteen minutes he fights to stay awake, but everyone has to sleep sometime. He succumbs, and the 13s seize and convict him of treason without giving credence to his pleas. He finds himself trapped in REMality while his body remains in a coma in San Francisco. However, one of the 13s, Lauren Rossi, responds to his claims. She can get Ryker his life back, but only if he helps further her agenda. Together they form a covert and tenuous alliance to stop the murders and take down the 13s. But Ryker isn’t sure if the plan will also destroy REMality, which would yank everyone visiting from Reality in their dreams into a coma.
Now Ryker must decide if he’s willing to take the lives of a few to spare the lives of many, or let REMality remain the monstrosity it’s become. Meanwhile in San Francisco, Detective Carter Taggart and Agent Maya Dawson are putting pieces together they shouldn’t understand which may derail Ryker and Lauren’s plans. Four perspectives. Two realities. Impossible choices.
Derived from the infusion of the REM sleep cycle with with world reality.
A parallel existence accessible to select people
during their dreams.
Her name is Evelyn Morgan, because that’s the name the Witness Protection people dished out. Now everything falls on either side of what her therapist refers to as The Night, instead of when-liar-fiancé-Drew-was-shot-by-the-major-crime-syndicate-he-was- apparently-working-for-and-by-the-way-he’s-already-married. Less lemon juice on the wound—or bullet hole. Whichever fits.
Evie struggles to step into the shoes of her new identity because she’s obsessed with how the hell she landed in San Francisco under these insane circumstances. She trades long locks for a sassy short cut, pain-Jane coffee for spicy chai, and limits herself to two nightly glasses of celebratory please let this day end merlot. Unable to decide if her therapist’s eyes are more kind or more shifty, she works with him to unearth repressed memories. She’s determined to nail the man behind Drew’s death and her life’s derailment—Dominic Maccalli. In an effort to claim life as Evie, she showcases her previous Assistant District Attorney credentials under her new identity and lands a job at a top firm, where she meets the enigmatic Jack Larson. She’s fraying at every seam, but Jack weaves her back together through their inexplicable connection. Just as Evie finds her footing, she uncovers the identity of Drew’s fucking wife, who she not-so-affectionately refers to as the FW.
Caught between her crazy past and a future she’s never envisioned, Evie must decide how far she’ll go to uncover the truth about Drew and how involved she dares become with the good ol’ FW. Chasing the past may just get the fiery new Evie Morgan killed.