Chapter One

Dear diary,

I cannot wait to get home, and to see my gorgeous kids and my amazing husband again. I cannot wait to share my news with them, and I know that they will be waiting for me when I get off of this plane. I have been on a book tour for the last 3 months, across the US and although I have enjoyed all the book signings and discussions about my last book 'Midnight Black' I was looking forward to being home again. Although I would miss writing books, I needed some time off to watch my children grow up and to grow old with my husband.

My publishers had arranged for a private plane to be used to fly me home and I must admit that I was enjoying the comfort.

The plane shook quite violently and my head snapped up. My breath caught in my throat and I knew I was going to die. So I did the first thing I could think of, I prayed. I prayed to a God that I had never particularly believed in, in hopes that he might watch over my family and friends. I wanted them to be safe and for them all to move on after my death and remember me through the happy memories that we shared. That was my final prayer, my final wish, my final thought.