Title: Dream Walker
Author: Bridgette O’Hare
Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy
Cover Designer: DARK UNICORN DESIGNS
Editor: Jennifer Green of Plot2Published Editing
Publisher: CLOVERHOUSE PUBLISHING
Publication Date: January 25th, 2018
Blurb
To realize who you are, you must forget who they taught you to be
Darkness flows through Halle Michaels. Darkness suppressed by the expectations of being the ideal daughter, the perfect friend, and the stereotypical girl next door.
Now, her family’s past has caught up to her. When Halle discovers she was meant to follow in her father’s footsteps—footsteps she’s certain led to his untimely death—she must forget every lie she’s been taught about who she is.
Hunted by Hell’s elite and armed only with what she can decipher from her father’s cryptic journal, she turns to Aedan Jeremiah for answers, unsure she can trust him.
Halle wants the truth, but the longer truth is twisted in shadows, the harder it is to recognize in the light.
Can Halle move beyond the deceit, or will she be consumed by the darkness that stole her father from her?
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Matt had never been one to let a chance to provoke Jenna slip by. “I know what I’m getting you for Christmas,” he chided.
“Does it involve a trip to some tropical island and drinks with those tiny umbrellas in them?” Jenna quipped back.
“What makes you think I’d take you somewhere like that?” he retorted.
A
sly smirk slinked up one corner of Jenna’s mouth. “What makes you think
I was going to take you with me on my little island excursion? It’s my
present.”
Matt shook his head. “A watch, Jenna. I’m getting you a watch. Not that you’d use it.”
He checked his mirrors and backed out of the driveway.
“Alright, children. Let’s play nice,” Halle interrupted before the back and forth really took off.
“That was nice,” Jenna mumbled.
“Yeah,
about as nice as when you two ditched me at Levi’s Halloween party.
Left me with a house full of masked marauders, and I don’t mean the
interesting comic book kind.” Matt glared at Jenna in the rear-view
mirror.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Halle bailed on you, too!”
“Hey now!” Halle piped in.
“She
was hurt. She gets a pass. You could have found me, or called, or
texted, or something.” His words came across with a little something
Halle couldn’t help but be concerned about. For the past year, she had
watched as Matt and Jenna bantered back and forth, always teetering on
the edge of something more than friendship but never slipping over.
Halle found herself glancing between the two, wondering if Jenna’s
secret was why she had always kept Matt at arm’s length.
Jenna
went silent for a moment. The countenance of her face saying more than
words could. “I’m sorry, Matt. You’re right. I should have let you know.
Forgive me?”
Matt’s
eyes darted between the road and the rear view mirror several times
before he blew out a heavy breath and his stare rested on the mirror for
a long moment. “I forgave you the moment it happened. You know that,”
he replied.
“Of course you did,” Jenna chimed. “You can’t stay mad at me. I won’t let you.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
Halle laughed at the exchange. “You two are something else.”
“Don’t
know what you’re laughing at,” Matt remarked as he turned the Jeep into
the school parking lot. “You’re friends with both of us. What does that
say about you?”
“That I’m crazier than I thought,” Halle muttered. “But hey, at least y’all are entertaining.”
She
adjusted her sunglasses and reached for her bag in the floorboard.
“I’ll see you guys at lunch. I need to bolt. Have to try to get to
Senior Mozingo’s class before homeroom to ask about some work I missed.”
“You
sure you’re not just trying to avoid him?” Jenna asked as she nodded
her head at the guy standing on the sidewalk straight ahead of the Jeep.
“Crap,” Halle mumbled.
“Want me to run him over?” Matt smiled. “I can say the gear slipped.”
Halle
rolled her eyes, though her sunglasses hid the gesture. “No. I don’t
want you to run him over. Geesh. But . . . you could run interference
for me.”
“And you don’t think hitting him with a car would do that?” Matt grinned.
“Nevermind.
I don’t want to deal with the police interrogation afterward. I’ll just
do the best I can.” Halle made a face at Matt, slipped out of the Jeep,
and eased toward the back of the car parked beside them.
Bridgette O'Hare is a writerly life form surviving on high doses of chocolate, excessive episodes of Supernatural, and copious amounts of snark.
She spends her time in search of sleep, witty co-conspirators, the planet Gallifrey, and ways to unleash treachery upon her characters in interesting ways . . . or you may find her instigating shenanigans on Facebook.
She’s the proud Mum of two highly entertaining humans and she resides on the coast of North Carolina.
Bridgette is recommended by 4 out of 5 people that recommend things. Number 5 was unavailable for comment.
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