5-Star Reviews for Dangerous Dreams (The Dreamrunners Society #1)

Just received my first 5-star reviews, one on Amazon, the other on Goodreads. Yay! Here's an excerpt from the novel to wet your appetite.

Lara huddled beneath her favorite comforter, shivering violently. Her pain had grown so intense it now overwhelmed everything else. Even her terror of dying locked up and abandoned in her cell, couldn’t compete. She knew she no longer had the capacity to think clearly and her ability to keep track of what went on around her diminished by the hour. A high fever drenched her in sweat to accompany the blood on her clothing.

She had no idea how she’d gotten here. Was she really back home in her condo, lying in her own bed? It couldn’t be real. Was it another hallucination?

Someone slid into bed beside her. Right away she noticed how good he smelled, clean, that masculine scent that rose off a man’s skin when he’d recently stepped out of the shower. She instinctively snuggled into his warm, hard chest. She was too far-gone to care that she must look and smell disgusting herself. What did it matter? Her life was over.

Heavily muscled arms wrapped around her and held her tentatively, trying to be gentle. His touch jostled her injured hand and she wanted to scream, but she bit down, holding it in so that only a tiny wince of sound emerged. She didn’t want to do anything to destroy and chase away this incredible, comforting fantasy her imagination gifted her. She tipped her head back and looked up into the face of the man leaning against her headboard, cradling her body protectively against his.

“Jack,” she said.

He smiled at her, but it didn’t mask his grim expression.

“Am I dead?”

He looked solid, not like last time, when he’d been transparent, resembling a ghost.

“Not even close,” he said.

Strong fingers trembled slightly when they brushed aside a tangled lock of her hair that had fallen over her eyes and was matted with dried blood. Unlike the previous two times she’d seen him, he was fully dressed from shirt to jeans to boots. He smiled at her again. She could see him putting greater effort into hiding something.

“Where am I?” she asked.

“Home,” he said. “That’s where you wanted to be, wasn’t it?”

“More than anything. I just wanted them to let me go.”

She put her good hand flat against his chest for leverage and pushed, trying to sit up, but she couldn’t manage it.

“Oh my God. I’m here? Really here?” Lara asked, overwrought with relief. “They let me go. Oh my God, they let me go.”

“Shh,” he said. “Let’s just lie here for a few minutes, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, and sank back against him. She was too weak to realistically do anything else.
Feeling safe, with his fingers stroking her hair, she closed her eyes.