Lost, Book 8:
True self-discovery begins in being lost and then found again.
Damaris Steele wakes up in an unfamiliar stone cottage in the care of a kindly couple with a passel of young children. She remembers nothing of how she came to be at their inherited property, Black Annis's Bower, nor how she got the massive bump on the back of her head and ended up lost in the middle of nowhere in Bloodmoon Cove with a smashed cell phone, her beloved hamster Stuart Little missing. The large family will contribute nothing toward speeding her on her way. Their words "Time is different in this place" take on a sinister edge when days and nights blend and blur while the Beaumonts' sole interest seems to be focused on unearthing a tunnel they found in their root cellar. Even as she realizes she's helpless to resist aiding them in their task, Damaris fears where the underground passage leads and whether their efforts will uncage something they don't dare set free...
Found, Book 9:
Are the lost and found souls of this world misplaced...or misled?
Wick Adair has spent his life feeling like he didn't belong anywhere and was forever out of step with everyone else around him. As the son of some of the last Mino-Miskwi Native American descendants, his isolation while the tribe around him dispersed to the four winds was complete. He settled into his quiet position at Bloodmoon Cove's library and nearly lost himself in his desperate unhappiness. When Renatta Chazen steps into his sanctuary, Wick dares to hope that his lifelong loneliness is at an end. Surely Fate...or something far more sinister...wouldn't be cruel enough to tear them apart now that they've both found everything they've ever wanted?
