Broken Promise — Andrea Smith

For 27 years, I've flitted through life oblivioius to my gift . . . 

And then one freezing, snowy night, fate stepped in to help me find it. In a remote cemetery outside of Chester, West Virginia.

My name is Parrish Locke.

I'm a model.

I'm a lover.

I'm a daughter.

And apparently, I can see the dead.

Expect the unexpected.

ADULT CONTENT.