DREAM ON by Renita Pizzitola
Today is the release day of DREAM ON, a UF romance written by my dear friend Renita Pizzitola!
Title: Dream On
Author: Renita Pizzitola
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Release Date: March 4, 2013
Her quest begins when she closes her eyes.
Emory Bennett owns a lucrative dreamwalking business. Trained in weaponry and Muay Thai, she spends her nights entering the dream realm resolving her clients’ nightmares, whatever they might be: bad guys, scary beasts, or the classic forgot-to-wear-my-pants nightmare. Her jobs get complicated when a gorgeous man keeps appearing requesting her help.
Grayson, a fellow dreamwalker, is stuck in the dream realm while a stranger inhabits his body. He needs Emory’s assistance in the waking realm, which he can’t visit if he can’t get back into his body.
Once Emory is convinced Grayson’s not a figment of her imagination, they concoct a plan to lure the body snatcher out. But as Emory begins to fall for Grayson, the line blurs between him and the stranger who inhabits his body. She must keep it together to get close enough to discover his secrets, or divide her very soul if she can’t bring the man she loves back.
CONTENT WARNING: Strong language
I’d run out of options.
He hurled me at the wall and I slumped down it. This dream needed to end, but my aching head scrambled my thoughts. I sought out my body and the room blurred, but I wasn’t going home. I was losing consciousness–in a dream. This couldn’t happen. Could it?
I squinted at my attacker as my vision dimmed. He sneered at me and then disappeared. I blinked. Where had he gone? My tunnel vision provided no clues. With forced concentration, things came into focus. Now two men–my attacker and another on top of him–struggled over the fireplace poker.
I continued seeking my body while deciphering the situation. One of the men grabbed the makeshift weapon, raised it and thrust it into the man on the floor. The victor turned to me.
I stared into his golden eyes.
“How do you know my name?” My consciousness slipped making my words heavy.
He knelt in front of me. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head.
“You need to get back to your body.”
“Yeah,” I murmured.
“Try hard to concentrate. Find your life cord. Feel its pull. It’s right there, ready to bring you home. Your body’s waiting, go to it.” His voice soothed and the tingling energy of my spirit connecting with my body ran through me.
“Have you been looking for me?” I asked, as my spirit fluctuated between worlds.
“Just go home. I’ll find you again.” I nodded in drowsy agreement as I drifted out of Clare’s dream into one of my own.
My head pounded and the metal park bench was unforgiving to my achy body. I needed to meet with someone but didn’t remember whom. I rubbed at my head and looked around. The sunlight aggravated the throbbing. Casting my gaze downward offered minimal relief.
A soft shuffling came nearer. I stared up into the handsome face of a stranger.
“Do I know you?” I asked, rubbing my head again.
“I’m Grayson. I’ve been searching for you. I think you can help me.” His gentle tone stirred a fleeting memory.
I studied him. “How’s that?”
Someone called my name, and I looked over my shoulder. Nothing.
Grayson glanced behind me too. He continued with more urgency. “I’m stuck and I need you to help me get home.”
My name rang out again, louder.
“Johnathan?” I searched for my friend.
“Emory, I know you have to get back, but next time I see you, will you talk to me? Please?”
“I think I hit my head. I don’t know why I keep dreaming about you, but this isn’t real.”
“It’s real. I’m real.”
The voice calling my name became more demanding. My dream faded.
“Emory? I’ve arranged a meeting for us, soon. Please talk to me, I need y–”
My eyelids inched open.
Renita Pizzitola writes Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy. An avid reader herself, she has always enjoyed stories with witty humor, romance, and fascinating characters. Renita lives in Texas with her husband and two children. When not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and playing referee to her two typically adorable children.