...IF...

...ONLY...

...SHE...

...KNEW...

...Pamela Crane ...

DISCLAIMER: READ ME FIRST

If you are reading this, I'm probably dead. Just kidding. At least I hope I'm kidding.

As part of the welcoming committee, I want to introduce you to Bloodson Bay, a tiny beach town off the coast of North Carolina with the most suspicious deaths per capita in the United States. In fact, for over 100 years someone had died on the same day every year and no one knows why. Are you dying to find out how ? [Insert an evil laughter here]

Then keep reading...

Before you venture into this most dangerous books series, where you'll be transported back in time to a different decade in each twisty mystery, I want to give you fair warning: you may find yourself unable to escape once you arrive.

Atleast that is my goal.

While technically you can jump into this series at any time with any book, If Only She Knew sets the stage for the town's dark history. It takes place twenty year before the rest of the books, when the characters were still young and carefree... until their lives were darkened with death and they're forced to grow up overnight as they become a serial killer's next target. And thus the following tales unearths how the Bloodson Bay curse began, and the domino effect this had as the characters' lives first intersect.

Some might consider this book a prequel or companion book to the rest of the series, since we don't see these characters as young 'uns again after this (unless fan mail demands it , then I may write another one just for you!). However, since this story takes you back in time to the moment the Bloodson Bay curse began-the first murder that painted this town in blood and set the curse in motion-I consider it Book 1. But I'll leave it up to you where you want to start the series.

If you don't like teens(I have one-I know personally how challenging they can be) or stories featuring young adults, feel free to skip this book and move on to Little Does She Know, which begins the characters as adults going forward. But if you enjoy a twisty murder with a dash of 1990s nostalgia and a side of ancient mystery, you're in for a treat.

And if you make it out the other side alive, and then you find yourself right back in Bloodson Bay with a new murder to solve....

don't say I didn't warn you.

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and all about Mystery of Bloodson bay

A mysterious place where ppl are afraid to visit.

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...June 27, 1836...

     It is a sensation more potent than knowledge, a suspicion stronger than truth. I can feel it claiming me-death, that is.

      The contractions grow intense today. The baby is pushing his way out, searching for bright freedom from my dark, swollen womb. Yet something feels wrong. The pain is as heavy as my heart, but it is not the discomfort of childbirth. It is altogether something different.

      I have seen a change in my husband Reginald, an anger untapped until recently, and I fear I will not be on earth much longer to pick up the pieces of his inevitable destruction.

     The ghost of my Father visited me in a dream last night. Or perhaps it was a nightmare. The two has been interviewed as of late. Father brought a warning that something terrible is about to happen that will bring ruin to my home and disgrace my family. How can I bring a fifth child into a world so full of evil?

     I spoke of my concerns to Reginald, but he is convinced that I am simply worrying in excess. Our family physician, Doctor Edgar Valance, suggested that I might be affected with hysteria, but for the sake of my family, I must not lend credence to that diagnosis. With Reginald's increasing mercurial behavior and my own grieved heart, I must wonder if despair is contagious. I have felt it coming for weeks now, that unexplainable fear. And yet I am a helpless victim to it.

      So I open the bedroom window, invite in the salty June breeze, and distract myself with the view. The raging blue ocean as it devours the jagged shore. The dense forest full of vibrant green life. The rocky slope of the cliff climbing up to meet the field of fragrant flowers. And my colorful little garden where I have buried my secrets.

     I shall not write of my secrets, lest it sour my mood.

Instead I gaze at the maddening ocean and

Feel it drawing me to its briny depths. I recall what my father, who lingers on my mind, once told me. That my name, Cordelia, means "heart, or daughter of the sea," named after King Lear's sympathetic daughter. Did not Father realize she was hanged at the end of the play? I pray my name does not presage the fate the sea has planned for me.

    I must go, as my contractions wage war on my flesh. Yet a final thought haunts me, corrupting the beauteous sight and luscious smells of the garden outside my window. These are all the mere places to inter my body. An earth that is primed to eat my bones and feast on my flesh.

I know only one thing: my end is near, perhaps today, and no one believes me.

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