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About Caged Moon

Caged Moon (Caged Moon #1)

by Rachel Deagan

Haunted by an animal attack, seventeen year old Charlotte feels she is being followed. When she runs into a mysterious boy while camping, she’s afraid. Nothing seems right about him. Despite trying to stay away, there is an unmistakable draw to be near him. Even his scent smells familiar. But the closer she gets, the faster the secrets begin to unravel. Not only is he not human, he may have a link to her past. When Charlotte finds out someone wants her dead, she is torn between love and fear. Can she trust him to keep her safe?

An Excerpt

I felt terrible. Liam had called my house numerous times over the rest of the weekend, but I hadn’t picked up. I still had feelings for him, I knew that, but fear had set in. Why would he destroy my room, even if he wanted the album? Didn’t he love me? Now I didn’t know if Liam wanted to confront me, kill me, or kiss me. Confusion and conflict twisted my stomach in a knot.

Leaning my head back against the school lockers, I tried to slow my swirling montage of thoughts as the hall drained of students. Everything around me felt like a haze, the normal world surreal compared to what I was dealing with. I had never felt more different and alone. My heart hurt.

I turned to face my open locker, and placed both palms against the metal siding, leaning my head down in. I wanted to stay there forever.

“Charlotte,” a deep, familiar voice said. I froze, unmoving from my position. He couldn’t be here at school. Ty even said he wouldn’t be back after getting kicked out that first time. I had to be hallucinating. My fingers trembled against the locker, and the back of my hairline prickled with electricity. I could feel him right behind me. “Charlotte, please,” Liam said, his voice low and calm. “We need to talk.”

“No, no we don’t,” I said.

“Charlotte, please,” he said.

I inhaled a sharp breath as I felt the warm sensation of fingers run down my back. My mind screamed for me to run, yet every cell in my body tingled.

“I know you’ve seen the album, Charlotte.”

I couldn’t hear anything but my pulse as I gripped the steel frame of my locker, and then I felt his warm breath on my ear.

“Not here, Charlotte,” he whispered. “Come with me.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“You can’t hide from me forever, Charlotte. We need to talk.” Fingers moved from my back to the edge of my jaw, and he lifted it. Trembling, I cast my eyes down. I couldn’t look at him.

“I’m not going to hurt you. You know that, right?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, mumbling.

“Charlotte…”

He sounded bruised and a flicker of me felt guilty, but I didn’t trust him. He had lied to everyone. “I have classes. Please let me go.”

About Rachel

Rachel grew up in small town Massachusetts where she spent most of her time writing about strange paranormal creatures instead of paying attention in class. She has always been considered the ‘dreamy’ one with her head in the clouds. She now lives in Nevada with her two sons, a cat, and a rat named Sam.

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