Daughter of Eden

By J.M. Cagle

Someone is following Joey Trevor. She does not know who he is or what he wants. Able to see the truth behind the facade most people show the world, Joey cannot see this man. That frightens her more than his unknown intentions.

When she is attacked in the shower of her locked apartment, her stalker, Sam, is the one who comes to her rescue. But Joey does not know if he wants to help her, or if he is after something she neither understands nor wants to understand.

Joey’s mother, Eden, once told her stories about a world filled with vampires, werewolves, and angels. Joey always assumed these stories were part of her mother’s schizophrenic delusions. However, when Joey is attacked a second time by unseen creatures, she begins to wonder if her mother actually knew what she was talking about.

Joey has never been able to trust the people around her. The few times she trusted—her mother, a college boyfriend—she ended up broken and confused. But trust is the only thing Sam asks of her. Can she put her life in this man’s hands? Or is he as crazy as her mother?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Mulle
• Release date: Jan 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311435491

J.M. Cagle

J.M. Cagle began writing stories while in high school. She went on to attend California State University, Dominguez Hills and continued her pursuing her writing interests by interning at KTLA, a Los Angeles television station. She also became a sports writer for two community newspapers. She would attend sporting events and write articles on the games. Ms. Cagle also worked part-time at internationally acclaimed The Studios at Paramount where she garnered first-hand knowledge of the intricacies of television and film production. She has since gone on to write a multitude of screenplays and theatrical productions.Ms. Cagle’s focus is now centered on the writing genres of romance, paranormal and suspense novels. She also enjoys writing in the spiritual genre as well. When she isn’t engaged in her favorite pastime of writing she takes pleasure in singing, visiting the beach, bicycling, reading, walking and spending time with her loved ones. Ms. Cagle currently resides in Michigan where she continues to speak her heart through her writing.

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Daughter of Eden

Copyright 2014 JM Cagle

Published by JM Cagle at Smashwords

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Other Books in the Daughter of Eden Series

Book Two: Protector of Man

Book Three: Children of the Fallen

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

About The Author

Other Books by This Author

Chapter 1

Joey ran hard through the park, trying to keep her eyes straight ahead, her head focused. Her ear buds were stuck firmly in place, her eyes tight on the path in front of her. The park was crowded, even for the first really warm Saturday morning this spring, but she was determined not to make eye contact. It was only when she made eye contact that the weird things began to happen.

She couldn’t remember when it had started. It seemed like it had always been a part of her reality. But lately it had gotten stronger, weirder. She could see things other people couldn’t. When she made eye contact with a person, it was like their faces slipped, revealing their real identity behind a mask. Sometimes it was little things, little secrets. Others it was dark, things that frightened her so completely that she was convinced she was about to find herself in the state hospital.

Right next to her mother.

An involuntary shudder spread through her body, beginning with her shoulders and making its way down her spine, all the way to her hips, her thighs, her toes. It made her stumble just a little. When she did, she saw a figure dart toward her. A man, not much older than her, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes that seemed to see right through everything he looked at.

She had seen him before.

She picked up her pace. She could feel him behind her, still following. For a week now, she continuously caught glimpses of him out of the corner of her eye—never enough to really see him but enough to give her an impression that he was not like everyone else. She didn’t see that thing with him, that insight, she saw with most people. It was as if there was a wall behind his face.

Not that she could see everyone. There were a few people she could not see. Like her grandmother. She had never been able to see past the familiarity of Dotty’s face. And that math teacher she had senior year. There had also been a few others: Bill, in college, the barista at her favorite coffee shop, and Jackson, her work husband.

But this guy . . . he was different from all of them.

She ran faster, Bruno Mars losing time with her tempo as he unwittingly continued to croon about regrets in her ears. Still she felt watched, felt as though someone was not