I'm super excited to announce that The Replacings has been released on Amazon! This is a psychological thriller that continues the story of The Takings. 

He will replace the family he lost...
Whatever it takes.
Multi-award-winning author Sandie Will brings you another heart-wrenching, edge-of-your-seat read that captures the deep and complicated connection between abductor and abductee.

“One of us, one of these days, will kill the other. Either he’ll kill me because he can’t live without me or I’ll kill him because he’ll never let me go.” — Wyatt Corringer

Sixteen-year-old Wyatt Corringer was kidnapped by his father’s best friend in the swamps of central Florida seven years ago. Plagued with Stockholm Syndrome, Wyatt has been unable to escape from the clutches of his abductor and now finds himself locked away with four young girls. 

All of them are trapped in the sick world of Adrian Webster --- a man obsessed with replacing the family he lost in a train accident long ago.

But Adrian is not working alone.
There’s a side to Adrian he can’t control --- a side he can't see.

Adrian calls it his demon. Wyatt calls it Shade, a non-human entity that takes over Adrian’s consciousness and causes him to act in dark and disturbing ways. And every day, Adrian loses more control to Shade and the evilness of his mind.

Wyatt must overcome Adrian’s stronghold and escape from this madman, and help free the other prisoners. 

If he doesn’t, he could end up losing himself to his own demon.

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Other Books by Sandie Will:
The Caging at Deadwater Manor
The Takings

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Just another quick note to let you know that The Caging at Deadwater Manor has a new cover! Gotta keep up with the times! Thank you to Eeva Lancaster and The Book Khaleesi team.

Just a quick note to let you know that The Takings now has a new cover! Let me know what you think!

Kudos to Eeva Lancaster with The Book Khaleesi on this outstanding work!

Last week, my husband, Charlie, showed me a Disney advertisement of a journal with a front that looked like the stained-glass art of Beauty and the Beast on Cinderella's Castle at the Magic Kingdom. I commented that I loved it but moved on with my day, not thinking twice about it. 

A few days later, Charlie handed me a package wrapped in blue and white Disney tissue paper. I opened it, and there, to my surprise, was the journal. There was no occasion. He wasn't in the dog house. He wasn't trying to bribe me for something. He just loves me. He knew I'd use this gorgeous journal for writing my book outlines and how much I'd enjoy it. And he was right!

I just had to share. The pictures don't do it justice, of course. It's absolutely stunning and the finishing touches including the pages of the fairytale scenes and rose accents are wonderful. It also has a bookmark with a stained-glass rose trinket, so I don't lose my page. 

I can't wait to start creating new stories in this journal! Maybe I'll write a nicer novel this time (Nah!) ;-)

Thank you to my Hon-Hon.

All my love,

Sandie

​I remember this day vividly. I was sitting at my desk at an engineering firm, just starting my day. Sometime before 9 a.m., one of our scientific techs called and asked me if I heard about the Twin Towers being hit by an airplane. We kidded around a lot in the past, and I thought he was pranking me again. And told him so. Even laughed. He swore he wasn't kidding. So, I headed over to our front desk area, then to a T.V. that was set up in one of the offices. There, I watched in horror, the events that were unfolding in NYC after the first plane hit the North Tower. The dust swallowing people, making their faces look like clay, eyelashes caked. Screams. People hiding under vehicles. People running away from the towers, firemen and police officers running in. We didn't know what to make of it, my coworkers and I. We sat in silence, except for a few gasps here and there. 

Certainly, someone wouldn't be doing this on purpose. Certainly, this must have been some freak accident, we thought. We heard President Bush had been informed. That he was at an elementary school in Florida. There was suspicion. Could this be an attack on our country? Our fears were soon confirmed once I saw a plane headed straight for the South Tower. I watched with my hands over my mouth as the plane hit the side of the building, causing it to explode, fire jetting out in all directions. 

More news came in. Planes were hijacked and aimed toward other targets. President Bush was in the air on AirForce One. My husband was traveling. I desperately called him, wanting to hear his voice and confirm he was okay. He was. But he heard AirForce one was nearby. Would they go after the President, too? Luckily not.

I worried about so many people that day. My family in New York. My traveling husband. The families of the employees in The Towers and nearby. The firefighters and policemen and their families. The people jumping out of the buildings and the rescue personnel below them (I'll never forget the booming sound when they hit the ground). The people stuck in the stairwells of The Towers, trying desperately to get out. The people who never made it out as each tower gave way, crushing everything within and below it as it crashed to the ground, forcing more debris and dust and body parts everywhere. The pictures taped to electric poles of missing souls, families desperate to find them. The employees in the Pentagon. The loved ones in airplanes that crashed to the ground. It was the most chaotic feeling, not knowing what would be the next target and who else would die. 

And it was far-reaching. The stock market crash, people's retirement obliterated. Looking up at the sky weeks later, hoping the plane in the sky wouldn't crash on me too. The relief I felt when my husband returned home. The hours and hours of watching television and people begging for information. Such an emotionally sad time. If you watched, you know what I mean. I'm sure you felt it, too. But I also remember something else. We came together as a nation. We cared about each other. For a brief period of time, I remember feeling connected with everyone. And I want that feeling back.

Do you remember? Where were you?

Florida Writers Association has announced that my latest psychological thriller, The Takings, is a finalist in their Royal Palm Literary Award Competition under the Blended Fiction category! I'm beyond excited to hear that I'll be part of their evening event on October 17. It'll be a difficult wait! The event will be online this year which is disappointing but understandable. I'll miss the delicious meal and seeing everyone at their annual conference. But Charlie and I have decided that we'll have a fancy dinner and dress up anyway. We'll celebrate at home with friends and family instead which is definitely a bonus. So, I'm crossing my fingers and toes that The Takings receives an award! We'll see!

I'm head-over-heels to announce that my psychological thriller, The Takings, is now a semi-finalist in the 2020 Florida Writers Association Royal Palm Literary Awards for published suspense! I'm so excited!! The finalists should be announced in August and then the awards will be announced in October. Such an honor to be part of such a distinguished group of authors. I'll keep you updated as this moves along!