Fabulous Giveaway! The Dream Slayer by Jill Cooper
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This post was supposed to have been made last week and somehow, I missed it so lucky you, you all get not only a post about a cool book but a chance to win not one, not two but three copies of The Dream Slayer! All you have to do is tweet this post and make sure you put @cassielknight in the tweet so I can see who’s playing. Everyone who does, gets entered in the drawing. Simple, eh, and check out what you can win!
by Jill Cooper
In the young adult teen series Dream Slayer, 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.
Excerpt from The Dream Slayer
Tristan grabbed her arm. “Nat, what’s the matter?” he said, but his voice was drowned out by the throttled engine. Suddenly, the car was charging toward them. It swerved up onto the curb with Natalie in its sights.
There was no time to react. She was going to be hit and she braced for impact by squeezing her eyes shut.
Tristan’s yanked on her arm, and they tumbled across the street into a stack of empty cardboard boxes. Natalie crashed right into a brick wall and fought the bile rising in her throat. The world spun in crashing waves as her vision fluxed in and out. Her head throbbed from the impact, but her heart was still unable to comprehend what had happened.
Screeching tires heralded the car leaving scene. She rolled over onto her stomach and saw Tristan lying beside her. Natalie’s eyes followed the car speeding down the street with a stream of smoke coming out of its tailpipe.
“It… didn’t have a license plate,” Tristan said.
Natalie’s chin quivered, and she quelled it by biting her lip. She closed her eyes and rested her head on her arm. If she breathed or moved, Natalie would vomit.
Tristan touched her cheek and rested his forehead against hers. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” Her voice shook when she spoke. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“What a lunatic. Didn’t he see you?”
Natalie’s chin quivered. “He saw me.”
Tristan’s head snapped toward her. His eyes were wide, searching hers for an answer.
“He swerved towards me.” Natalie’s voice was low to keep the tears back. She thought if she spoke any louder, there would be an unstoppable rainstorm. “He wanted to hit me.”
Jill Cooper loves tea more than coffee and is obsessed over finding that perfect recipe.She was born in 1977 and shared a room with her sister for 18 years. Early on she had dreams of writing romances and mysteries. It was something she did when most kids were trying out for softball or out riding bikes.
She’s always loved dark mysteries, but also enjoys a great comedy so she tries to include both these things in everything she writes, one way or another.
She lives in Danvers, MA with two cats, a toddler, a husband, and a 1964 yellow taxi. Her life is chaotic, but fun. She can be contacted at http://www.jillacooper.com