Because there is someone else in the house.

But freeing herself from her bed is only the beginning. Is it someone? Something? Then Granny's cat dies in Willow's room.

Granny doesn't talk, but Willow can hear thumping from somewhere beyond her door. In this case, Eron, who died in 1910, looks forward to meeting in real life Julia, the girl he’s watched over all her life and has grown to love. The sandmen (and women) here are human souls who have died but can return to life after a century of ghostly service. An old lady appears in her room to feed her twice a day. In this sweet supernatural romance, Balog resurrects a childhood fantasy: the sandman, who puts us to sleep at night. She can't remember how she got there.or how long she's been there. Willow is alone, confined to a bed with restraints. For fans of Natasha Preston, Stephen King, and Gillian Flynn. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and infant daughter. When I rise past the leaves to the branch she’s lounging on, I realize that she’s not just in a joyful mood she’s in a joyful mood because my student is … Oh, how improper.Chimere has her shoe off, and her skirt is pulled up to her knee.Brace yourself for the unexpected in this chilling novel that will thrill suspense and horror readers alike! Willow can't remember what landed her in captivity, but she'll do anything to survive. Cyn Balog is the race and event manager for Runner’s World, Running Times, and Bicycling magazines. Here I thought she’d be in a sour mood like me, scolding our newest member for his transgressions. If he is not behaving himself like a proper Sleepbringer, then I cannot be human.Before I can climb Julia’s tree, I hear Chimere’s giggles. His interference with the human world caused me to fade. If he hadn’t swatted me there, I might have had a few more moments with Julia. And all because of my student, who can’t for the life of him follow simple directions.I grimace, rubbing my sore head. Instead, I barely had time to orient myself before fading. By now, my time on earth should be stretching to at least three or four hours each day. It’s less than five days before I’m supposed to return to the human world for good.

To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:Īt the most.By the time I’m back on Julia’s front lawn, I’m in a dither.

Sleepless by Cyn Balog