Monday, August 26, 2013

Waking Dream Released Today

I'm thrilled to have the privilege of announcing the release of Book 5 in J.J. DiBenedetto's Dream Series. I fell in love with these books when I read Dream Student and immediately downloaded the other three books.  J.J. has an amazing talent, and I strongly endorse each of his books.

Here's a little bit about Waking Dream

"We can hurt each other. Whatever we do to each other in the dream, we’ll do it to ourselves for real…”

When her own dreams are visited by a mysterious woman in a red dress, Sara realizes she has something she never expected: a counterpart, someone outside her family who shares her talent to see other people’s dreams.

When the woman in red keeps showing up in other dreams as well, leaving ruined lives in her wake, Sara knows she has something she never imagined: a nemesis.

Now, Sara must track the woman in red down in the waking world, before she’s forced to fight for her life in her dreams…

“Waking Dream” is the exciting fifth novel in the “Dreams” series.

Excerpt from Waking Dream

As Sara watches herself, she suddenly feels a cold breeze, as though one of the windows was open.  But they’re all closed; there’s nowhere for the breeze to have come from.  And then Sara turns away from herself and her husband and she sees it – sees her.   
Only for an instant, and only from the back.  The driver’s door is already open, and a woman – a woman in a red dress, with long black hair falling down just past her shoulders – is out of the car and running away…


As my eyes open, I’m looking at the door very intently.  Why?  What am I expecting to see?  It’s still closed, the chair is still wedged there…

It was a car door.  My car door.  I was dreaming, and – she was there.  That woman.  The same one I saw a few months ago in Brian’s dream.  The woman who can do what I can do.  I let myself forget about it.  Brian and I talked about it, and we convinced ourselves that I must have misunderstood what I saw, or something.

Not this time.  I know for sure now.  I felt a draft, as though a window had opened.  Every time Lizzie or my mother came into my dreams, I felt an invisible door opening.  They go through the door, this woman climbs in through the window.  It makes perfect sense.  And she just appeared, the way I – usually – just appear.  And the moment she realized she wasn’t alone in Brian’s dream, she ran for it.

I have to tell Brian.  It’s – God, it has to be someone he knows.  That’s how it works for me.  We have to figure out who, and then – what? 

I don’t have the slightest idea.  

About J.J. DiBenedetto
J.J. (James) DiBenedetto was born in Yonkers, New York. He attended Case Western Reserve University, where as his classmates can attest, he was a complete nerd. Very little has changed since then.

He currently lives in Arlington, Virginia with his beautiful wife and their cat (who has thoroughly trained them both). When he's not writing, James works in the direct marketing field, enjoys the opera, photography and the New York Giants, among other interests.

The "Dreams" series is James' first published work.

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Saturday, August 24, 2013

Finding My Way Back Released!

I'm so excited about the release of Finding My Way Back, Book 2 in the Finding My Escape Trilogy.  Writing the sequel has been a lot of fun.  I hope you'll enjoy this excerpt.

Liz knew she needed to tell Hannah soon.  She’d hoped she’d be able to confirm her belief about the island first.  Charles argued that they needed to tell Hannah everything before they excavated.  Just in case.
“All right,” she finally agreed, closing the box and turning the tumblers to lock it.  “We’ll talk to Hannah about it tomorrow.”
As she was turning the last of the tumblers, the doorbell rang, and Charles went to answer it. 
“Yes?” she heard her husband ask.
“Hello, Charles,” a man’s voice spoke.  “Where’s your wife?”
Liz felt her knees grow weak.  The man’s voice was malicious. Cruel. 
Her intuition told her what was happening.  Somehow, the Others had learned what she’d found, and they’d sent someone to get the location. 
She had to hide the box.  She ran out to the garage, looking around frantically, her eyes falling on a spot that might work.  She shoved the box inside, and then ran back in the house to help her husband.  As her foot crossed the threshold of the kitchen, she heard a shot.  She grabbed the door jamb and covered her mouth to stifle the sound of her scream.  She heard a thud.  Charles…
Footsteps headed toward the kitchen, and she looked wildly around the room for any kind of weapon.  The man walked in, brandishing a knife before she could find one.
“Hello, Liz.  I believe you have something I want.”
Liz sank to the floor, her body wracked with sobs.

I’m so sorry, Hannah.