Blood Mark
β Scribed by J.P. McLean
- Book ID
- 110721129
- Publisher
- WindStorm Press
- Year
- 2021
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 368 KB
- Series
- Dark Dreams #1
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781988125565
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
What if your lifelong curse is the only thing keeping you alive? Abandoned at birth, life has always been a battle for Jane Walker. She and her best friend, Sadie, spent years fighting to survive Vancouver's cutthroat underbelly. That would have been tough enough without Jane's mysterious afflictions: an intricate pattern of blood-red birthmarks that snake around her body and vivid, heart-wrenching nightmares that feel so real she wakes up screaming.
After she meets the first man who isn't repulsed by her birthmarks, Jane thinks she might finally have a chance at happiness. Her belief seems confirmed as the birthmarks she's spent her life so ashamed of magically begin to disappear. Yet, the quicker her scarlet marks vanish, the more lucid and disturbing Jane's nightmares becomeβuntil it's impossible to discern her dreams from reality, and Jane comes to a horrifying realization:
The nightmares that have plagued her since childhood are actually visions of real people being stalked by a deadly killer. And all this time, her birthmarks have been the only things protecting her from becoming his next victim.
Blood Mark is the first in a brand-new paranormal thriller series by JP McLean, author of The Gift Legacy series and whose writing has been described as ". . . deftly crafted, impressively original, and inherently compelling from first page to last."
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