Please welcome author Maya Tyler who will share about her book,
Dream Hunter
Gabe Hunter is a Guardian who’s
been watching over Cynthia for years, but when the forbidden keeps tempting
them both, will it put Cynthia in danger?
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Cynthia’s dreams are so real, they
are actually coming true – complete with the prerequisite dream guy. But things
are not as they seem.
Who said dreams are sweet?
Chicago businesswoman Cynthia
Courtland is completely focused on her career when a sensual, reoccurring dream
disrupts her orderly life. Then a threat against her workplace forces her to
take time off. She is lost with nowhere to go--only her empty apartment.
Work is Gabe’s life too; he takes it
very seriously and will do whatever it takes to succeed. He's been watching
over Cynthia for a long time and he has her best interests at heart, but can he
protect her from the danger she is blind to? When Cynthia insists on
investigating the threat so she can get back to work, it makes Gabe's job all
the more difficult.
When things settle, will there be
more for them than a life filled with work? Will she give her dreams a chance
to come true?
Excerpt:
The
air in her lungs rushed to escape and time stood still. She was aware of only
him. Beyond her control, her head tilted and her whole body leaned toward him;
her inner core pulsed and buzzed. He drew her in like a magnet, a moth to
flame; she was helpless to resist his siren call. He emulated danger, looked
like evil incarnate—black and dangerous, seductive and forbidden—and she wanted him.
When
he grabbed her harshly by both shoulders, she snapped out of her lust-induced
trance. “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
“We
must get out of here.” His words were calm, but his eyes stared right through
her.
Cynthia
opened her mouth to object.
“There
is no time,” he announced as he tugged on her arm.
“Let
go of me!” She tried to pull away. “I don’t know you.”
Holding
her arm still, he stared into her eyes without saying a word.
Okay, he seems a little familiar. She gulped. “How do I know you?”
Giving
her a penetrating look, he replied, “You know me. Quit wasting time.”
She
opened her mouth to protest again.
“We
must leave now.”
Should I go with him? She tilted her head and looked up at him. His gaze was
strong and steady and made her feel safe. This
is not the time to be indecisive. She thought about the threat at work and
shivered despite the heat.
You will be safe with me. There is no
time. We must leave now. His
voice entered her thoughts like a caress in her mind and didn’t alarm her.
He
was right. There was no time to analyze her options and run through various
scenarios. For all she knew, every scenario without him could mean danger for
her. Her body wanted to follow him, she admitted with reluctance, even if her
mind resisted. Yes, she would go, she decided, even as she felt herself
following him down the street.
Power
resonated from his muscular build. He kept a hand in a firm but gentle hold on
her elbow as they hurried down the sidewalk. Unmindful of their destination,
Cynthia had ample time to study her new “friend.” He towered over her by at
least a foot, wearing a black leather jacket despite the warm day, and dark
jeans that showcased his narrow waist. Every beefy inch of him screamed passion
and strength—his tight clothing doing nothing to disguise the sinewy
muscles rippling in his legs as he moved—but
she wasn’t frightened of him. She hesitated for a minute. Should I be afraid? No, she decided. She felt eerily calm, like all
her life had been leading her up to this moment in time, and she was exactly
where she was supposed to be. The reason she let a perfect stranger lead her to
God-knew-where.
She shifted her thick hair over her shoulder as sweat soaked
at the base of her neck. The day’s temperature had yet to peak, but it was
already warm enough to be uncomfortable and practically running in office
attire didn’t help matters.
“I need a moment,” she said.
They made an abrupt stop. The man offered her an unopened
bottle of water. After casting an assessing look at him she accepted the
bottle, and took a long, welcome drink.
“Thank you.”
The man dismissed her thanks with a casual shrug.
Cynthia shot him a questioning look.
“Later,” he replied in a brisk voice. “We need to go.”
“Where?”
“We need to go,” he repeated, ignoring her question.
They had covered several blocks and, as they moved further
from her office, the sights became less familiar and a tremor of fear shook
through her body. Where did this guy come
from? Why does he think I know him? Because I do know him. The realization
hit her hard in the stomach. It’s him.
“I need—”
“We need to keep going,” he insisted without further
explanation.
“No!” She planted her hands on her hips and her feet in the
firmest stance she could manage as she wobbled on the uneven sidewalk. Then she
looked down at her feet and a strange sense of déjà vu washed over her as she
stared at the cobblestone path. Her mouth gaped, her breathing quickened. With
dread she looked up at the buildings on the street. Her vision blurred.
Everything around her spun and faded away as she collapsed into strong arms.
She had a vague awareness of him lifting her. As he adjusted his hold, she
bounced against his solid chest. She must be dreaming. That was the only explanation
that made sense. Nothing like this ever happened in her boring, ordinary life. It’s just a dream. Swallowing her
disappointment, she glanced up at the determined expression on his face. He
carried her effortlessly, like she weighed nothing. When she rested her head on
his chest, she could feel his heart beating steadily. She ran her hand lightly
across his defined bicep. Wow. He
wasn’t real, but she might as well make the most of it; from experience she
knew her dream wouldn’t last forever.
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Maya
Tyler is a romance author, blogger, wife, and mother. She has a degree in
Commerce and her day job is in Finance. Over the past few years, she decided to
unleash her creative streak and get serious about writing. So far, she has
published a short story “Just for Tonight” in an anthology titled With
Love from Val and Tyne, and
has written a few books. Writing mostly paranormal romances, all of her books
have a common theme–happily ever after. Dream Hunter is her debut novella. When she’s not
writing, you can find her playing with Lego and watching superhero movies with
her husband and sons. You can visit her anytime on Twitter, Facebook or her
website or sample her quirky writing style on her blog.
You
can find Maya on the web at the following locations:
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