A PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER
A Lost Portrait. A Missing Woman. A Web of Deceit
After waking up in a dark alley of Oakland, Willow has flashes of being stuck in a fire the night before, and a man man holding a gun to her head. But who she is, her name, past and identity are up in smoke—lost.
With the help of a neuropsychiatrist who tells Willow she suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder, Willow is told to cling to her fiance, a wealthy tech tycoon. He has the means to help her recover, and reclaim her career as a famous portrait artist … but as the voices in her head go wild—who—if anyone, including herself, can be trusted?
Welcome friend, I'm so glad you're here.
My own story is best told over a vanilla latte, or a long walk. In a nutshell, I always knew I wanted to be a writer, but it was a novel in college, Fear of Flying which woke me up. I went to NYC with dreams of being an author but got distracted by the bright lights, big city (and the need to make rent)! I worked in Advertising on Madison Ave. It was fun and creative, and after a while … soul-sucking. At night I spun records in lounges and clubs around NYC. I learned to write stories in the creative writing program at NYU.
After dating some nice guys (and a few psychopaths), by God’s grace I married a down-home Minnesota man and we have two high-throttle boys in the San Francisco Bay Area. I’ve worked as a storyteller for big brands in gaming, fashion, and beauty. I still enjoy hip-hop with a good message, a big Napa cab, and discussing the deeper, creepier things.
Mysti Daniels
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CHAPTER 1 SAMPLE [Lovewild]
The smell of smoke rouses me and a pain like wildfire rips through my head. It blazes with each small move. Roars as I lift my hand. Memories slip from their secret compartments in my mind: the view from Montmartre at the Sacred-Coeur basilica, faces of the men I’ve kissed, street-dancing in South Central, and me as a four-year old standing naked in the slum with my teddy bear dangling from my fingers.
With all the running and reinvention, this burning question remains … was it enough … to make you love me?
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we all have our secrets.
