Something has gone terribly wrong on the campus of St. Aggie's University.
Girls are waking up with unexplained injuries...or disappearing altogether. For Olivia and her roommate Taylor, it seems as though some dark force is hovering constantly over them, making them afraid even to sleep alone.
But for Ryan, the mystery is less important than trying to repair his damaged marriage to Olivia. Little does Ryan know that danger is poised to envelop them both.
Can Ryan and Olivia save their marriage, or even their lives?
Note: Sisterhood of Fear is a sexy romantic thriller, and contains explicit sex scenes.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / SuspenseSteady sales
Summer 1981
“Have you lost your mind?” Ryan shouted, staring, slack-jawed at his friend. All around them, the noise and clamor of a crowded bar on a Friday night rippled, paused, and recommenced, absorbing the sound and dispersing it.
“Not at all,” Jack replied. “And you look like a trout. Close your mouth, man. Now, if you'll settle down and really think about what I'm asking, you'll see that it could be a great idea.” He took a sip of his beer and sighed in appreciation of its savory, balanced flavor.
Ryan took a larger, more fortifying gulp from his own frosty mug. “I don't have to think long to tell you it won't work,” he reiterated, though at a lower volume.
“Why not?” Jack raked his fingers through sandy hair that walked the line between brown and blond, making the coarse strands stand on end. “Try to see it from my perspective, would you? As my friend you at least owe me that much.”
“Jack, you just asked me to marry your little sister. If you have a reason why that's a good idea, I'm all ears.”
Jack sighed and took another drink. “Remember about a year ago, when my parents died in that car wreck?”
Ryan nodded. “Damned shame. They were great folks.”
“They were,” Jack agreed. “Best parents ever.” He rubbed his eyes as though tired, but when he opened them the whites had taken on a reddish tone that contrasted with the bright blue of the irises.
I don't blame him, Ryan thought. They were more parents to me than my own. I think I miss them almost as much as their own kids do.
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