"...Author Jewel Dartt creates a gripping tale of the paranormal in Moonlight Legacy. Indeed, Dartt has a flair for writing paranormal romances, creating novels that are at once dazzling and chilling. The arrogance and cruelty of Drake sharply contrasts the gentleness and goodness of Miranda, bringing the age-old battle of good verses evil a freshness and originality. Nightmarishly vivid and powerfully rendered, Moonlight Legacy is very highly recommended."—Cindy Penn, Word Weaving

...The kettle hit the floor with a loud clang; water splashed the floor and cabinets. Miranda grasped the edge of the sink and held on, her knuckles bleached white from the strain.

"Oh!" she screamed, bending over in agony as another red-hot knife sliced through her.

Mother of God, what was wrong with her?

She breathed deeply…in…out…willing the pain away.

It didn't work.

The next pain took her to her knees as it twisted its way into her middle and then traveled down her spine. Someone screamed and then screamed again. Could that be her voice making that high keening sound? It sounded more like a wounded animal…not human. Dear God, what was happening to her?

A sea of pain swept Miranda away, yanking her deep into an endless void of reddish haze. She was drowning… drowning in a whirlpool of torment. Slowly, she fought her way back to the surface.

The phone…have to get to the phone call…Hadden…doctor…make the pain go away. Fear like she'd never known before overcame her. Dying…this must be what it's like. No…not like this…worse…

Hadden…Hadden. His name echoed through her mind in a silent scream as she inched her body across the wet, yellow tile toward the wall.

If she could just get to the phone…get to Hadden…everything would be all right. He would make everything all right again. Take away the pain…do something. Dear Jesus…please…

The phone rang out its low, trebling sound. Hope soared as Miranda tried to crawl toward it. Each movement was agony, but she kept going. Perspiration beaded her brow as the pain crested again, and she could smell the acrid scent of fear emanating from her tortured body.

Miranda moaned and bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming; the coppery taste of blood flooded her mouth. Keep going…have to keep going, she thought, trying to distance herself from the pain and the horror.

It didn't work.

When she at last reached the wall where the phone hung she tried to pull herself up.

A wave of nausea flooded over her. Her sunny yellow kitchen dipped alarmingly as she lost her grip and she slid back to the floor. The phone quit ringing, and despair slammed into her at its sudden silence.

With a tiny whimper of defeat, Miranda curled up into a tight ball. She held herself, screaming and letting the pain wash over her. She didn't understand what was happening to her, but she knew she was dying…dying before she'd had a chance to really live.

"Please…somebody help me…Oh God…" she screamed in despair as yet another pain swamped her. Dear God, would it never end?

Something foreign…alien…had taken over her body. Now it was inside, rearranging her organs…her insides…to fit some demented scientist's idea of something not human.

A distant memory dark and foreboding danced on the edge of her awareness. Something primordial…something inhuman. She moaned out loud as she tried to catch the gray wisp of knowledge floating so near, yet it was too far away for her to grasp.

Another stab of pain sent Miranda's mind scurrying into the dark. She had to get away…get away before it drove her mad. The sound of a wolf howling in the distance accompanied her into a void of warmth and darkness.