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Reading Order:The Dream Slayer (perma- free) - http://www.amazon.com/Dream-Slayer-Jill-Cooper-ebook/dp/B007ZRYPV6
Demon Royale - http://www.amazon.com/Demon-Royale-Dream-Slayer-Book-ebook/dp/B009NIE3J4
The Uninvited: Novella - http://www.amazon.com/Uninvited-Paranormal-Novella-Dream-Slayer-ebook/dp/B00BIUSMOM
Dawning Apocalypse - http://www.amazon.com/Dawning-Apocolypse-Dream-Slayer-Book-ebook/dp/B00IA6ZKO2
Frozen Reverie - http://www.amazon.com/Frozen-Reverie-Dream-Slayer-Book-ebook/dp/B00NDA0GZI
Sacrifice: Novella - http://www.amazon.com/Sacrifice-Dream-Slayer-Novella-Book-ebook/dp/B00ND9FH44
Necromancer's Kiss: Novella - http://www.amazon.com/Necromancers-Kiss-Dream-Slayer-Novella-ebook/dp/B00ND9FJGU
Shadow - http://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Dream-Slayer-Book-ebook/dp/B00OYULQTG
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EXCERPT from The Dream Slayers (Book 1):
“That’s my friend you’re talking about,” Michelle cried, red-faced, and punched Tristan in the arm.“I’m sorry.” Tristan was sincere, grasping at Michelle’s fists. “I’m sorry.”Michelle sobbed, her face contorted. She didn’t pull her hands away, but instead leaned against his chest and cried.Tristan patted her back gently. Mortal enemies most of the time, Tristan wrapped his arms around her and just let her cry.“Did she speak to you? What did she say?” Charles asked urgently. His tone compelled Natalie to speak, and despite herself, she did.“That I won,” Natalie whispered. It sounded creepy. Her voice made her own hairs stand up on the back of her neck.“You won? Do you know what she meant by that?”“No.”“We should move,” Charles said. “You’re sitting in… you need to get up, please. We need to get a handle on this situation.”Natalie shook her head. She couldn’t. She stared at the blood embedded in Sarah’s matted hairline. Something glistened along her scalp, and Natalie reached through the hair despite Charles’ protests.It was a shard of glass.Like someone had pushed her out of a window.Or maybe, Natalie thought, something made her jump.That thought jogged her memory, and her dream came racing back to her like a runaway bus. “Oh my God,” she whispered and realized the similarities. But those weren’t the only ones, were they? There had been others all day. Almost like… almost…Charles bent down beside her and felt the glass shard in her hand. “Your eyes—Oh that’s odd, for a moment, I thought they were blue. My mind must be playing tricks on me.” His tone was soft and soothing but forced, “Any idea who would want to hurt her?”Natalie looked back at Sarah’s broken body, and with no joy in her voice, she simply said, “Me.”I could write this in the third person. I could tell you what I like, where I was born, and what my favorite things are.
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