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When your dreams come true, sometimes you get more than you bargained for...
Natalie Johnson has always dreamed she’s someone else; calm, beautiful, in control. A chosen warrior with a maniacal arch nemesis and a dreamy boyfriend, the type that can make your knees melt and your heart quiver.
Real life is much different. She’s tormented by a bully and endures the sharp tongue of her father, but finds solace in her dreams.
When her bully ends up dead, de ja vu from a dream hits her hard as everything around her begins to fall apart. Whatever killed Sarah in her dreams is now in reality, hunting her from the shadows. And it wants her dead.
Somehow as the lines between reality and nightmare blur, Natalie must discover hidden strength to pull her friends and family back from the brink of madness.
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Since becoming employed by a supernatural protection agency, Natalie Johnson's life has been more interesting than ever. While most teens are working on their summer tans, Natalie works on slaughtering the undead lurking just outside her town's borders.
The workload takes more than just a toll on her love life, it dampens her spirit and her health, as the town is plagued by a mysterious murderer intent on stealing the residents' souls. Natalie's investigation is hampered by her declining health and the sicker she gets, the more inadequate she feels.
Guilt over her inability to act, weighs heavily on Natalie's shoulders during a time when her strength is needed more than ever. As some of those closest to her begin to lose faith, she must make the hardest stand yet to save the soul of the one person she can always count on: The Slayer.
EXCERPT:
Behind the backdrop of the moonlight she saw a human
form moving, shadowing the movement of several officers on the west side of the
building.
“Bob’s still here.” Natalie used their keyword for
vampires since the media had dubbed the ‘serial killer’ Pinhole Bob thanks to
the marks left on the victims’ necks. “He’s on the move.”
Her ear cleared of static. “Be careful,” Charles
Buckle, her guide and old mentor said with a stern sharpness to his voice. She
didn’t have a cover story if she got caught and the last thing she needed right
now was having her parents awoken in the middle of the night by the police.
Natalie managed to skirt closer by ducking car to
car. She reached down and gathered some small pebbles, but they were big enough
to do what she needed them to do.
Reaching her arm back, Natalie propelled them toward
the police cruisers and then ducked down low, her back against the tires and
her knees bent to hide her frame. The flashlights from the officers changed
direction and their footsteps moved to investigate the noise.
Natalie used that time to move around the side of
the car and duck behind the other side of the apartment building. Using a drain
pipe, she climbed the side of the house like she was Miss Piggy in the Great
Muppet Caper, only with more skill and more comfortable shoes, and launched
herself onto the roof.
She sailed through the air, her legs extended and
the soles of her boots collided with the chest of a fangy vampire, his eyes
glowing yellow like the rodent he was.
His back crunched against the roof and Natalie rolled onto her feet,
reaching inside her pocket and retrieving her wooden stake.
She gave it a spin for bravado and took an offensive
stance. The vampire launched an attack, swinging his mighty claws, but his eyes
flashed recognition.
He stopped.
Recoiling away, he hissed a warning.
“Finish it.” Natalie taunted. “I’m just a girl. Come
here and take me on.”
All vampires fought to the death, but not this one.
He ran like he was afraid, like he was acting on more than just instinct.
“Hey!” Natalie called and lunged; grabbing the hem of his jacket and yanking
him backwards.
He growled, his nose against hers. There was no
fight in him at all. He was the most non-vampire vampire she had ever fought.
When Natalie pushed the wooden stake into his chest, it was too anticlimactic.
Like the battle had to be fierce to be won, but he just dissolved.
Into a black puddle, like they always did.
And then there were a dozen small lights shining on
her.
Crap,
Natalie thought and dove to the ground, rolling against the flat roof. Voices
ran out from downstairs. “Someone is on the roof!”
She scampered across the rooftop on all fours,
keeping her belly low to the ground. When she reached the other side, footsteps
charged the fire escape. Her heart galloped so fast in her chest, she could
barely breathe. There was no time to think or plan, Natalie just had to react.
She jumped off the roof, landed in a squat on the
dumpster below, and dove onto the grass. She fell into a rolling summersault
and before she knew which way was up, Natalie was charging from the street. But
she wasn’t alone, there were officers charging her and in the distance, a car
engine reved to life. Sirens turned to full volume.
If ever Natalie needed an emergency super spy extraction,
it was right then. But there was no one that could help her. Only she could get
herself out of this. Heck, Natalie had created a dream dimension out of nothing
where everyone she knew had an alter personality. She herself was the
all-powerful slayer. What would the slayer do?
She couldn’t get caught. She couldn’t be arrested or
let the secret out, not without WOMP being seriously pissed of at her. Natalie
didn’t know if she was right or wrong, but she needed to hide.
And hide fast.
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Author of the YA Dream Slayer series, Jill loves to blend horror, comedy, the supernatural, and love, through her novels. A fan of genre blending, her work strives to cross boundries, but most of all strives to entertain.
She loves soft cuddly cats, warm blankets, and paranormal romances.
Jill resides in Massachusetts, is constantly renovating her home that she shares with her husband, young daughter, and two skittish cats.
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About the author:Author of the YA Dream Slayer series, Jill loves to blend horror, comedy, the supernatural, and love, through her novels. A fan of genre blending, her work strives to cross boundries, but most of all strives to entertain.
She loves soft cuddly cats, warm blankets, and paranormal romances.
Jill resides in Massachusetts, is constantly renovating her home that she shares with her husband, young daughter, and two skittish cats.
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