Eighteen-year-old Tanzy Hightower knows horses, has grown up with them on Wildwood Farm. She also knows not to venture beyond the trees that line the pasture. Things happen out there that can’t be explained. Or undone. Worse, no one but she and the horses can see what lurks in the shadows of the woods. When a moonlit ride turns into a terrifying chase, Tanzy is left to question everything, from the freak accident that killed her father to the very blood in her veins. Broken and confused, she turns to Lucas, a scarred, beautiful stranger, and to Vanessa, a charming new friend who has everything Tanzy doesn’t. But why do they seem to know more about her than she knows herself?
"Virginia's trees look like they're burning. Most of them blaze crimson or gold, but some still have a chokehold on their green. I wish they'd give it up already. Leaves are more beautiful when they're dying." And so Moonlit begins. From here the story rolls from one twist to another with many vivid characters whose motives are hard to predict. I found myself being suspicious of everyone, wanting to tell Tanzy to be very careful. The deeper I fell into the plot, the more questions kept rising to the surface. But not to worry, all of my questions were answered. Appropriate for all ages, if you love paranormal fantasy mixed with suspense, mystery and other-worldly romance, you'll love this novel! ~Author Julie Ford
“Tanzy! Phone for you,” Dana calls from down the barn aisle.
“Who is it?” I ask as I approach her.
She shrugs. “He didn’t say. Just that it was important.”
He? What he would be calling me? The last man that called for me was a police officer who’d found my mother babbling incoherently by a water fountain in town a few months back. I hope she didn’t try to drive somewhere again. I thought I hid her keys pretty well this time.
“You got a boyfriend you need to tell me about?” Dana teases before she hands me the phone.
“Right. When have I ever had time for one of those?”
She gives me a playful swat before moving back to the center of the riding ring.
“This is Tanzy,” I say into the receiver. No one answers, but I can tell that someone is still on the other end. “Hello?”
“Be careful today,” a man’s voice whispers. The gravelly sound makes my ears hot and stirs at something under my ribs.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Who is this?”
“Just please be careful. It’s an important day,” he repeats. His deep voice is thick with urgency. “I need you to be careful. I need you…”
“Who is this?” Is this some kind of joke? The restraint it takes to keep myself from yelling makes my words come out like a growl. Immediately, the line goes dead. I glare at the beeping receiver and then hang it up.
“Who was it, Tanzy?” Dana calls from the arena.
“Wrong number. Is Molly coming for her lesson?” I ask, changing the subject before she can tell that I’m lying.
Georgia native Jadie Jones first began working for a horse farm at twelve years old, her love of horses matched only by her love of books. She went on to acquire a B.A. in equine business management, and worked for competitive horse farms along the east coast. The need to write followed wherever she went. She currently coaches a hunt seat equitation team that competes in the Interscholastic Equestrian Association, and lives with her family in the foothills of north Georgia. When she's not working on the next installment of the Moonlit series, she is either in the saddle or exploring the great outdoors with her daughter. Moonlit is her first book.