New house, new life, new start. Lucinda Cartwright's life was thrown into chaos after her father and step mother died. She became the sole provider for her younger sister, Mary-Beth in a single moment. Uncertainty cloaked her and she decided that moving across country would help them have a fresh start. Twin Peaks was a quaint and friendly town that seemed very welcoming and accepting of Lucinda and her sister but there are dark secrets in these parts. She will discover that beasts walk with the mortals and when the bodies start to pile up, the fingers start to point towards Callum Wolfe. The man who Lucinda finds herself inexplicably drawn to. Attempting to figure out who is behind the brutal murders, Lucinda and Callum struggle to clear his name and keep the people they care about alive. Lines will be drawn, stones will be thrown, and Lucinda will discover quickly that evil is sometimes lurking right beneath the skin. Cover by @Pananabels

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.