Eighteen-year-old Tanzy Hightower knows horses, has grown up with them on Wildwood Farm. She also knows not to venture beyond the trees that line the pasture. Things happen out there that can’t be explained. Or undone. Worse, no one but she and the horses can see what lurks in the shadows of the woods.
When a moonlit ride turns into a terrifying chase, Tanzy is left to question everything, from the freak accident that killed her father to the very blood in her veins. Broken and confused, she turns to Lucas, a scarred, beautiful stranger, and to Vanessa, a charming new friend who has everything Tanzy doesn’t.
But why do they seem to know more about her than she knows herself?
“Tanzy.” Vanessa’s voice is low behind me. A jolt of heat zips through my body, followed by an icy wave of dread that wraps around me like a wet blanket and starts to squeeze. I can hear myself gasping, but my lungs don’t recognize the oxygen each time it rushes in and out. I’m suffocating on air. I wait for her to gasp or yell, but she is silent. She walks over to “John,” in a plain, unhurried stride and then toes at him with her silver shoe. He lets out a low moan.
“We need to call an ambulance,” I stammer, wrapping my sweaty arms around my trembling frame.
“The hell we do. He’ll be fine,” she says and glares down at him.
“I think I really hurt him.”
“I saw what he was trying to do. That’s no way to treat a lady,” she scolds. He tries to yell but it comes out as a gurgle. “See, he’s fine,” she says as she kneels beside him and fishes his wallet out of his back pocket.
“What are you doing?” The whispered words claw their way up my throat.
“What do you know? His name really is John,” she says as she tucks his cash into the neckline of her dress and drops his credit cards and driver’s license down the storm drain. I hear her toss his wallet into a stack of cardboard boxes piled against the brick wall, but I can’t tear my eyes away from John’s face, which is such a bloody mess that I can’t remember what he looks like underneath.
“Come on, let’s go,” Vanessa says and puts a hand on my back.
“We’re just going to leave him here?”
“Of course we are.”
I stare at her, incredulous.
“This is his fault. If he hadn’t tried to do God knows what to you out here, then none of this would’ve happened,” she says. “Someone will find him, don’t worry. I’ll make sure of it, if it makes you feel better.”
"Virginia's trees look like they're burning. Most of them blaze crimson or gold, but some still have a chokehold on their green. I wish they'd give it up already. Leaves are more beautiful when they're dying."
And so Moonlit begins. From here the story rolls from one twist to another with many vivid characters whose motives are hard to predict. I found myself being suspicious of everyone, wanting to tell Tanzy to be very careful. The deeper I fell into the plot, the more questions kept rising to the surface. But not to worry, all of my questions were answered. Appropriate for all ages, if you love paranormal fantasy mixed with suspense, mystery and other-worldly romance, you'll love this novel! ~Author Julie Ford
The first anniversary of my father’s death was even harder on my mother. Back then, I thought she was haunted most by what she didn’t know. I refused to blame her when she raged above me on our staircase that night, drunk and sad and angry. When she made me promise I’d never ride again. When she hurled a half-full bottle of vodka at my face and it exploded on the wooden stairs at my feet. I hadn’t tried to get out of the way. She had just missed.
I wanted to tell her that knowledge was no solace, that what you know can burn inside you until there’s nothing left but guilt and ash. I also wanted to protect her from losing the only piece of him she had left. So I didn’t say a word.
Georgia native Jadie Jones first began working for a horse farm at twelve years old, her love of horses matched only by her love of books. She went on to acquire a B.A. in equine business management, and worked for competitive horse farms along the east coast. The need to write followed wherever she went.
She currently coaches a hunt seat equitation team that competes in the Interscholastic Equestrian Association, and lives with her family in the foothills of north Georgia. When she's not working on the next installment of the Moonlit series, she is either in the saddle or exploring the great outdoors with her daughter. Moonlit is her first book.