Holly Kelly is a mom who writes books in her spare time: translation–she hides in the bathroom with her laptop and locks the door while the kids destroy the house and smear peanut butter on the walls. She was born in Utah but moved around a bit, living in Kansas, Texas, and Hawaii where she studied marine biology. She’s now back in Utah–“happy valley”. She’s married to a wonderful husband, James, and they are currently raising 6 rambunctious children. Her interests are reading, writing (or course), martial arts, visual arts, creating Halloween props, and spending time with family.


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For centuries, countless adventurers have searched for the Fountain of Youth. Those who found it thought they would gain eternal life. Instead, they find themselves murdered by its guardians. There was, however, one, lone survivor—Fae Miller. As an infant, she not only survived the Fountain, she took its power.

Twenty-two years later, Fae is hiding in plain sight at a local college. She’s is determined to leave the past behind her and live a normal life. But for one dying man, the search for the Fountain of Youth continues, and he is leaving a trail of blood and mutilated bodies in his wake. Unfortunately, that trail leads directly to Fae. Her only hope is a young, new college professor, also known as Special Agent Nick Chase of the FBI. Nick is determined to do two things: keep Fae alive, and keep his relationship with his student professional. Both of these jobs prove difficult—especially when love and magic get involved.



Brigitte inched around the tree and stepped into the scene. Swallowing bile, she crept forward. The young mother lay on her back at the water’s edge. Blinking back tears, she leaned over to see the woman’s face. She didn’t know what she’d find. She’d never seen a dead person before, but she didn’t expect the expression she found. She looked at
“Why did you fight so hard to protect your baby, and then toss her into the water to drown?” Brigitte looked back at the glassy-smooth surface of the water. That poor child floated down there somewhere—probably dead by now.
She sighed. Her heart felt like lead in her chest.
She turned away and started back toward camp. Just as she reached the edge of the trees, she heard the most curious thing—the sound of a baby crying.
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