Spotlight on Dream Hunter @mayatylerauthor #FREE on #amazon #pnr

Happy Saturday, folks. We all love a bargain, don't we, and what better deal than a free book. Check out Maya Tyler's new release, Dream Hunter, which is currently FREE on Amazon.

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Thanks for the host! :) It’s Maya Tyler here dropping in for a visit to promote my new novella Dream Hunter.

Looking for some literary adventure? Believe in angels and other paranormal phenomena? I have the book for you. And it’s available for free on Amazon for two days - January 30 – 31, 2015.

Blurb:

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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Follow @RavenMcAllan to The Island Of Dreams #contest #newrelease

I have the lovely Raven back on my blog today, one of several appearances this month. I think the name prolific and Raven are synonymous really. She keeps telling me she's slowing down...

Heh, yeah, and Scotland will have a Summer long heat wave!

*grins and hides behind budda*

Take it away, oh lovely grandma of my youngest ;-)

*ducks the flying shoe*

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I have to thank (or blame) my crit group UCW for Impulse. It all stemmed for a set of stories we wrote ages ago. Doris already has her idea published as Awakening, but I dithered. I knew my story was too busy, too bity, and to complicated. It needed to change, and not really be the story I'd written. But the idea of an Island where dreams and fantasies may come true kept niggling at me.

When Leona, my lovely Ed asked if I had anything fantasy wise, or paranormal wise for her, the idea, like Topsy, just grew and grew. No longer the original story, but now set on an Island in the Indian Ocean. With a lovely ordinary ( her words not mine)  older heroine—Mia—who had a sister who decides Mia needed to get out of her rut and act on impulse.

Once Mia gets to the island the fun—and not so fun—starts.

I so enjoyed writing this. It was different because for a start I had a sort of plot. I say sort of because once I began to write, as usual all my ideas where knocked on the head by my characters.

Of course Mia was going to do her own thing, whatever I said, whether I liked it or not, and that I tell you was touch and go for a while. Especially when Dylan decided to go all macho on her, and she got on her high horse. Well wouldn't you? She's a woman with a mind of her own and not afraid to use it.

Blurb:

Isola Dei Sogni, where fantasies and dreams come true. Mia only went as a favor for her sister. Her fantasy was a good book and a bottle of wine. Until she met Dylan. Then her sense disappeared and fantasy took over. Was it all worth it?

Dylan has arrived at Isola Dei Sogni to help out—with reluctance and just as a favor. Then he meets Mia. If she's the person he's supposed to assist, then maybe the visit won't be the waste of time he thought after all. His attitude has changed, and when he hears Mia wants to give him his fantasy? Dylan is never one to disappoint a lady…he hopes.

However, fantasies and dreams are all well and good, but even here, reality creeps in. Can Mia and Dylan overcome that to reach their happily ever after?

You'll need to read the book to find out, and to help you I'm giving away a copy to one commenter, who answers… What would your fantasy be?

And to help you decide if you'd like to win the book, here's an excerpt…

"So? Would you like to join me? Hold on." She started to panic as he began to unbutton his shirt. "What about dinner? And what are you going to wear?"

"For dinner? Up to you. For now? Nothing. Oh, and while I remember. Dinner? On hold 'til you ask for it." His hand went to the next button, and he lifted his brow in silent query. In the subtle light, Mia only just noticed, but nodded anyway. His shirt was unfastened, and he threw it onto the lounger to rest on top of her bikini bottoms. Well, now she knew how he'd had confirmation of her nudity. Her bikini top was still fluttering away like a flag at a rally.

"Okay." She did her best to ignore the rumba in her tummy and the butterflies dancing on her clit. Mia couldn't take her eyes off him as his hands moved lower.

'Oh god, now his jeans. I wonder if he's going commando? And then what?'

"That, love, is your call."

For fuck's sake, zip it. This 'think it and spew it' is so embarrassing. Unable to look away, but feeling a terrible voyeur, Mia watched as he slowly peeled his jeans down his legs. Her suspicions, or was it hopes, were right.

Yup. Commando. What a body. Oh sheesh what a . . . .

Dylan smiled. "Thank you," he said gravely. "Do you want me to stand here a bit longer or shall I get in the pool?"

"What? Oh hell, I've done it again, haven't I?" She could have sworn she hadn't spoken aloud.

"'Fraid so."

"Just get in." She laughed, a rich, deep, sexy laugh that surprised herself as much as it seemed to him. His eyes widened, and he chuckled. "But do it slowly," she added.

Dylan let himself slide into the water slowly, as requested. He winked. Damn, as if he doesn't look as if he's enjoying himself.

He swam across to stand in front of Mia. He didn't touch, he just looked, and she thought—hoped—admired.

"You," he said slowly as he touched her cheek, "Are my fantasy come to life. I want to touch you, explore you. All over. And over and over again. To feel those wonderful breasts pressed against my chest. To discover the taste of them, the feel of them in my mouth. To have your legs wrapped around me, to feel your body rubbing against mine, to make me even harder than I am now. To push myself into you, to feel myself filling you, and exploding in you. To hear you cry as you climax around me. And then to make you feel all those things again and again, with my hands, my mouth, my body—and oh shit, give me a minute here."

She rather thought he struggled for composure.

"Thank god for the calming effects of water."

Mia let out her breath. Noisily. "I'll second that." 'And for someone who doesn't work here, you sure know how to turn me on. Thank goodness I didn't say that aloud.'

His lips twitched.

"What?"

"Nothing, just give me a minute. Then we'll talk."

Available from http://www.amazon.co.uk/Impulse-Isola-dei-Sogni-ebook/dp/B00CLTRTF2/

                       http://www.amazon.com/Impulse-Isola-dei-Sogni-ebook/dp/B00CLTRTF2/ 
                       

Nosy links…

Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.

Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

You can find out more about Raven here…

http://www.ravenmcallan.com

http:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com

https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan        (my page)

https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan             (author page)

https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan