
Ambrose Drake isn’t sleeping. After an episode of transient global amnesia in San Diego, his talent for reading human auras suddenly surges into something sharper—and darker. Now he’s sleepwalking, torn apart by nightmares, and sure he witnessed a woman’s body leaving the Carnelian Sleep Institute in a laundry cart. The problem? Everyone insists he dreamed it.
Pallas Llewellyn is an interior designer whose life changed after her own lost night at the Lucent Springs Hotel. She can fall into a sketching trance and draw the “energy storms” left behind by fear, rage, and death. Together with two friends, she hosts The Lost Night Files, a small cold-case podcast chasing mysteries with a paranormal thread.
When Ambrose contacts the podcast, Pallas drives up the fog-bound Northern California coast to meet him at an abandoned asylum. What starts as a test—can she sense what he felt in those crumbling halls?—becomes a race: find the missing woman, expose whatever is happening inside the sleep clinic, and stop whoever killed to keep it quiet. Their search pulls them through a hidden smuggling tunnel, a body-strewn crypt, and a trail of stolen meds, until the face behind the operation slips away with a new identity—and a bigger plan.
You’ll get a taut mystery, a quietly cinematic romance, and an unsettling question that lingers: what happens when you enhance human intuition for profit? If you’ve ever wondered whether a room remembers, or a person’s energy tells their next move, this book is addictive. It’s about trauma, trust, and two people learning they’re not alone anymore.