Book Club: Weaver of Dreams - Lose Yourself in the Dreamscape!

Welcome to a World of Dreams!

Created by my lovely and talented friend, Christie Rich, this now-complete romantic fantasy series is inspired by the legend of Hades and Persephone but with a unique twist.

Here's what Christie has to say about it:

"Seth's character is based on a mixture of Hades and Morpheus. He is a keeper of dreams and requires a mortal's help to stop the evil Erebos from taking over his realm.
Little does Amelia Blake know she has become his target until she finds herself trapped in his lair with the only way out through her dreams. The only thing is, by the time she figures out how to leave him, will she want to?"

I'm excited to share with you an enchanting excerpt from Weaver of Dreams, the first book in the series.

All right, let's enter the Dreamscape together, shall we?

My dreams shift and whirl until my mind rests in the familiar oasis I’ve sought out for years. Finally.

The afternoon sun warms my moistened skin as I take in the jagged cliffs in front of me and the thick jungle that surrounds the pool, trying to locate him. The breeze brings an intoxicating aroma of tropical blooms. Every time I come here, I’m wet, yet I don’t know how I got that way. “Jason?” I call.

No answer.

Where is he?

My teeth clamp onto the inside of my upper lip. I’ve never been away from the water, but I need to find him. He has to be here.

If nothing else, I’d like to tell him goodbye…thank you. I have no idea if I’ll see him again, and his absence presses in on me. This world is not right without him.

The cool grass bends under my bare feet while a breeze blows wet tendrils into my eyes. I glance up at the falls. Last time I was here, Jason dared me to dive from the top of the waterfall. Here, I can do anything. Fear is meaningless, or is it? Strangely, tension prickles my spine.

A foreign tremor rushes along my skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. I scan every inch of the landscape until my eyes meet someone else’s gaze.

It is not Jason.

The man is tall with dark hair like Jason, but everything else about him is wrong. He’s standing twenty feet away from me at the edge of the jungle. The wind picks up, blowing his brown locks around his chiseled features.

As he steps closer, I glance behind me to the pool, judging the distance. I should be able to get away from him if I need to.

When I face him again, he’s standing directly in front of me. My heart explodes and my body coils to run.

He doesn’t move to touch me, but his eyes hold a warning his lips confirm. “We have no time. He’s coming for you. Learn all you can then find me. Prepare yourself!”

End of the excerpt of 'Weaver of Dreams' by Christie Rich.

Did you enjoy your brief visit into the dream world?

If yes, I have great news for you!

Since Christie is awesome, she is gifting you Book One.

Fair warning: the book contains enthusiastic kissing and mild language such as a few mentions of the place opposite of heaven.

GRAB YOUR FREE COPY OF WEAVER OF DREAMS NOW!