Sarah is forced to the edge of sanity by the ghosts of her family’s past. Suffering from violent and bloody hallucinations, she seeks the help of psychiatrist and friend, Michael Brink.

After being sent to an institution in a catatonic state covered in blood - from stabbing her unfaithful boyfriend - Sarah is forced to confront the truth about her father’s death and the demon, Jack, who caused her father's suicide and who is now the reason for her horrific hallucinations. Unlike her father, Sarah refuses to kill herself. She bargains for her life and succeeds.

In Sarah’s struggle to regain her life and her sanity, she discovers there is more to the world than she could ever have imagined, and it leaves her seeking the answer to the nagging question, "Who is really mad?"

REVIEW

"Author Joan De La Haye has crafted a darkly entertaining book with Shadows and I can't wait to see what she has in store for readers next." - Reviewed by Fatally Yours

"The book includes all of the right elements to make it a great horror novel: suspense, great characters, disturbing issues, and even throws in a bit of the supernatural. If you've been looking for your next scary book, I am definitely recommending Shadows by Joan De La Haye. I will be watching for the next book from this great new eBook author." - Reviewed by eBook Guru

"Full of revenge, pain and horror this book really grabbed me and didn't let go until the end. Shadows is the car crash you know you shouldn't stop to look at but do so anyway. Twisted threesomes, strange hallucinations and a demonic element come together to build up the suspense right till the very last word. The amount of thought and depth that went into writing this has left me inspired." - Reviewed by Amberkatze

Reviewed by: Amber Katz
amberkatze-amberkatze.blogspot.com

EXCERPT

Kevin had been gone for what seemed like a few seconds when everything that I knew and trusted in my life changed forever.

I was rudely distracted from my reverie by an annoying tapping on my window. I was about to hurl off a few choice words at the offending party, until I saw his face. My stomach churned, and my self-pity party transformed into a Stephen King novel.

Yellow eyes stared back at me. Sharp, pointed teeth, filed into fangs, snarled. He shook my door handle. My heart rate jumped sky high. He was gone as fast as he’d appeared.

I took a deep breath and looked around. No sign of him. I took another deep breath and breathed out slowly.