Book Spotlight & Giveaway: The Dream Waters Series by Erin A. Jensen

February 8, 2018 - book promotions

Dream Waters (Book One of The Dream Waters Series)

Dream World (Book Two of The Dream Waters Series)

Dream Sight (Book Three of The Dream Waters Series)

GENRE: Contemporary Fantasy

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DREAM WORLD

Book Two of The Dream Waters Series Description

Recently released from a psychiatric facility after discovering that he is a dragon and his Dream Sight is not a delusion but a gift, Charlie Oliver sets off to accept the invitation extended by a powerful dragon and potential mentor to join his ‘family’ of Sighted individuals. As his demon guides begin to instruct him, Charlie quickly discovers just how little he actually knows about the Dream World and the creatures who inhabit it.

While Charlie stumbles through his lessons and struggles to bring out his inner dragon, Emma Talbot has her own struggles to deal with now that she’s been taken from the facility and placed under house arrest. Imprisoned within the same walls as the husband she suspects of being an adulterer and a murderer, Emma grows weaker while her world continues to crumble around her.

As Charlie begins to tap into his dragon instincts, he learns more about Emma’s past and becomes increasingly convinced that he needs to save her. But what if the very prison that binds her is the only thing protecting her from what lurks beyond?

Dream World (Book 2) Excerpt

It was exactly the sort of evening that I relished slipping into. No moon, no stars, just the pitch black of the eternal night sky and the air that sweltered thick and hot enough to rob the breath from your lungs. I sat down on a boulder beside the seemingly bottomless pool of Water and watched the Water cascade into it from the rock high above. Dark and powerful, the Water fell without a sound. In fact, not a single sound emanated from the forest. Nothing dared make a sound in my presence. I sank into the darkness, merged with it, became it. Then I looked to the top of the canyon a short distance from the Waterfall and knowing black eyes blinked in the darkness, vowing to take my place as soon as I stepped away.

I turned as a creature noiselessly emerged from the forest. Dressed in a heavy black cloak, beads and potion flasks and the teeth of various beasts strung around his neck and waist, he walked upright like a man. But beneath his cloak, the creature sauntered toward me with the bestial grace of a predator. His skull and facial bones were the bones of a man, but no flesh covered them, just pure white bone gleaming in the darkness. A wiry tuft of black hair grew from the top of his skull and eyes darker than the starless sky searched for me through fleshless sockets.

Though he couldn’t see me, he stopped just inches from my feet. “How are you, my old friend?”

I stood and let the darkness slip away from me. “That depends on whether you can help us.”

The corners of his mouth lifted into a disconcerting smile. “Still the same ray of sunshine, I see. I’m well, too. And my journey was uneventful. Thank you for asking.”

I took a step toward him, and he instinctually took two steps back. “I’d lose that smile if I were you. And save the cleverness for your potions. No one here is in the mood for jokes.”

He shook his bony head. “I’ve missed you too, Darkness. You always were the life of the party.”

Guest Post by Author Erin Jenson

A day in the life of a fantasy author/pharmacist

Step behind the curtain, and I’ll give you a glimpse into the not-so-glamorous life of a fantasy author/pharmacist/mom.

My weekdays begin at 5:45am. Since I’m not a morning person by choice, I have an alarm on my phone that would wake the dead. I wake to the heart-thumping sound of a wailing siren that can only be silenced by shuffling into the bathroom and scanning the barcode on a bottle of lotion. It’s an evil alarm, but it gives me the jolt I need to hop out of bed and start my day on time. After taking a few minutes to wash up and attempt to make myself look like I didn’t just roll out of bed, I wake up my fourteen-year-old and tell him it’s his turn to use the bathroom. While he’s getting ready, I throw on some exercise clothes (which may or may not motivate me to actually exercise after taking my son to school, but it’s um…the thought that counts). Then I sort a few loads of laundry and head downstairs to let the dog out, start the coffee and throw in the first load of laundry. We eat breakfast, then I either do whatever dishes or laundry was left over from the day before, or if I’m lucky, sit down with a cup of coffee and check my email until it’s time to drive my son to school.

After dropping him off, I come home and let the dog out again because in his doggie-mind it’s been ages since he’s seen the sun. I switch over my laundry loads and then do some yoga (if I’m being productive). If I’m leaning toward procrastination, I’ll hop onto social media “for a few minutes.” That’s never the start to a productive day, so I try to resist the temptation until after I’ve done some work. What can I say? I’m weak and it doesn’t always shake out that way. After doing yoga or procrastinating online for an hour or so, I switch the laundry yet again, fold and put away the first load and sit down at my computer with a cup of coffee.

On a productive day, I’ll write for at least two hours. On a super-productive day, I’ll write until I barely have enough time to hop in the shower and get ready before it’s time to pick my son up from school. On a wasted day, procrastination gets the best of me and I’ll do something super productive, like surfing the internet until I need to get ready.

After I shower and get ready, I hop in the car and drive to my son’s school. If I get there fifteen minutes early, I spend some quality me-time losing myself in whatever book I’m currently reading.

When we get home, I’ll usually eat lunch while my son eats a snack. I’ll drink some more coffee and if I’m feeling less than motivated or desperately need to know what happens next in the book I’m reading, I’ll read a bit more or hop onto social media for a while. If I’m feeling driven, I’ll jump back on my computer and get in some more writing time, several hours more on a good day. If I’m working that evening, I’ll skip the after school snack, jump on the computer right after getting dressed for work and lose myself in my writing for a solid hour before sitting down to eat with my son. Then I head off to work at the pharmacy. On a good day, I get to see my husband for two seconds in passing.

If I completed a chapter at the end of my writing time, I’ll head to work with a grin on my face and a spring in my step. If I had no choice but to leave my characters high and dry in the middle of an epic battle or a passionate love scene, I’ll be as miserable as the imaginary friends I’ve just ditched. On a great night, I won’t be pulled in five different directions with phone calls, flu shots, questions and prescriptions. On a fabulous night, someone will come up to the counter and buy one of my books (which my store is amazing enough to sell and prominently display) and they’ll ask me to sign it. That never fails to put a smile on my face, especially when the customer tells me how much they love my books. I worked a closing shift on Valentine’s Day last year, and a young man came up to the counter with a big grin on his face and asked if I’d sign the book he bought to surprise his girlfriend because she’d been dying to read it. That made my night, if not my entire week. Thinking about it still makes me smile.

After closing the pharmacy at nine o’clock, I go home to eat a late dinner in front of the television while watching Supernatural with my husband and son (it’s our latest binge-worthy Netflix addiction). After getting ready for bed and taking care of whatever still needs taking care of that night, my husband and I plop down on the couch around eleven o’clock and fall asleep to whatever show we’re currently hooked on—Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead and Sense8 are some of my favorites. Shortly before midnight, we collapse into bed and I set my obnoxiously loud alarm to get up and do it all over again.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Erin Jensen is a part-time pharmacist and a fulltime creator of imaginary worlds. She lives in upstate NY with her incredibly supportive husband, two sons (who are both taller than her) and a Yorkshire terrier who thinks he’s the family bodyguard. In the early days of her writing career, Erin vowed to get a dragon tattoo—once her books received a milestone number of reviews—but she won’t disclose that number any longer, for fear of actually reaching her goal and having to go through with it.

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