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A dreamcaster with the ability to channel creatures from her nightmares, headstrong and cynical Kalila Montgomery longs for a peaceful, picket-fence life… until the man literally of her dreams kidnaps her.
Survival quickly becomes her number one goal, yet a growing attraction to the man in her nightmares is impossible to ignore. While she fears he will kill her, other, more terrifying enemies surround her, and Kalila succumbs to his scheme to escape. She may be his one hope for freedom…
A deadly combination of power, cunning, and cold-hearted charm, Lydon v’al Endrian fears nothing. Feels nothing. Chained to a brotherhood of men with the supernatural ability to invade dreams, he hunts dreamcasters to be harvested for their dreams and killed. His target: Kalila Montgomery. But Kalila awakens an undeniable dark desire and a longing for a freedom long-lost.
To gain everything he craves, Lydon must seduce Kalila before his plot is discovered… a hopeless challenge which, if failed, will earn him a death-sentence. Caught up in a dangerous world of secrets and obsession, doubt and betrayal, Kalila and Lydon face the nightmare of their lives, where love will either deliver them—or destroy them both.
About the Author
C. J. Burright was born and raised in Oregon and loved it so much she never left. While she has worked for years in a law office, she chooses to avoid writing legal thrillers and instead leans toward urban fantasy, paranormal romance, or–since all things medieval and magic fascinate her–fantasy romance. A member of Romance Writers of America and Secretary for the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal special interest chapter, C. J. also has her 4th Dan Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do and believes stories should always include a gratuitous fight scene. In what spare time she has, she enjoys working out, reading, gardening, and rooting on the Seattle Mariners with a nice glass of wine. She shares a house with her husband, daughter, and a devoted herd of cats. C. J. is represented by Brittany Booker of The Booker Albert Literary Agency.
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“Demon of the eighteenth order?” Lydon hooked his thumbs in his belt and shook his head. “I thought you’d find me worthy of your worst. Insulting.”
Her throat tightened, another step toward a total-freak-out-breakdown. The creatures she pulled from her nightmares always sent anyone who messed with her screaming for the hills without question. Lydon knew. Not only the type of monster, but where it came from.
He’d come for her because of her nightmares.
She resisted wrapping her arms around herself for warmth. Why hadn’t she worn armor or a bulletproof vest to bed instead of pink-striped pajama pants and a black camisole?
“Who are you?”
“Lydon v’al Endrian.”
“Okay, better question. What are you?”
“V’alkara, little dreamcaster.” He ignored the rasping hiss behind him, the snick of approaching claws on the hardwood floor. “Now. Will you stop attacking me, or do I have to sic your demon on you?”
The demon slunk forward and planted its glowing yellow gaze not on Lydon, the intended scare-victim, but her. It bared needle-sharp fangs. A forked tongue snaked out to lick scaly lips.
Kalila willed it out of existence, back into her head. Instead, the figment of her imagination heeled at Lydon’s side, a well-trained demon dog straight from hell.
The world staggered around her in a distorted, drunken loop. What was a V’alkara? How did he know about her dreams and her defect? How would she escape now, without knife or secret weapon?
“Tick-tock, time’s up.” He stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, the perfect image of calm confidence. “Talk or more fighting?”
She drew a steadying breath. Didn’t matter if he could control what she whipped out of her mind. The creature held as much substance as a wisp of air while she remained awake.
“Bring it on, pondscum.”
His lips tightened, but not in a frustrated way. It seemed he fought a smile. Lydon glanced down at the demon and waved in her direction. “Get her.”
The demon sprang. She knew it was an illusion, but Kalila ducked on instinct. Sulfurous air blasted her face. The demon flew past her shoulder. A talon swiped at her head and wrenched a hair from her scalp.
A deep rumbling in her ears swamped the one-two punch of her heart. On wobbling legs, she wheeled halfway around, Lydon on one side, the demon on the other. This had never happened before. The invention of her dreams had gained life, solid and corporeal. Capable of … killing.