Friday, April 18, 2014

Dream Series Tour & Excerpts!

In Our Dream
Dream Series
Part 1
Jacqueline Paige

Release date December, 10 2013

She’s a small town cop.  He’s an inmate undercover.  They meet in a dream.

Book Description:

Jennah Best left the adrenaline packed life of being a cop on the edge for a more peaceful place.  She escaped a marriage that almost destroyed her and now lives her life working for a small police station in the town of Ridge.  At her age, she’s accepted that it’s too late and too much work to start all over again, until she meets a man in a dream...

While young, Dominic Palmer has always proven he can get the job done.  Or at least, that was the case before he accepted a job and agreed to go undercover as an inmate. When months go by and there’s no word from his outside contact he wonders if he’s been left on the inside for good.  He’s fighting to stay alive and keep his sanity, but finds himself completely distracted by a mysterious woman he met in a dream...

IN OUR DREAM Excerpt #1:

The nerve of that man!  Why won’t he just accept things and go away?  She paced back and forth, trying to control the frustration that was pumping through her.  Every time she saw him, every hurt moment came flooding back to her and she just wanted him gone.  She wanted to move on and live her own life and try her damndest to be happy!


She spun around, expecting someone to be behind her. There was no one there.  Was that Dominic’s voice?  Oh no, she was hallucinating now!  Should she call her doctor?  Maybe the stress had finally caught up to her.  Was she going to end up spending her holidays alone in the psych ward?

“Jennah, why are you so upset?”

She squeezed her eyes shut.  I am not hearing voices! I am not losing my mind!

She heard his deep chuckle.  “No, you’re not losing your mind.  This is really happening.  I should have told you, but in our’s not really a dream. We’re connecting.”

Her eyes flew open.  What?  “What?”  She stood perfectly still, waiting to see if she could hear him again.

“I can explain it better later. I just picked up on how upset you were...”

She squinted.  “Picked up?  How?  How are you inside my head when I’m completely awake? How can we talk inside my head?”

She heard him chuckle again.  “Inside mine, as well.  I don’t have time right now. Are you all right?”

She laughed out loud, not knowing if he would hear it in her head too. “Clearly not!  I’m talking to a man from my dream inside my head while I’m wide awake standing in the locker room at work!”


From A Dream

Dream Series
Part 2
Jacqueline Paige

Release date February 7 2014

She wakes up in a dark hole, alone.  He’ll stop at nothing to find her.

Book Description:

Jennah has found happiness. She wasn’t looking for it but isn’t about to give it up now that she has it. Everything she craved for years was now right in front of her--a man that makes her feel cherished, a peaceful life, and a job she enjoys. It all changes when she wakes up in a dark hole, alone, unarmed and unable to connect with the one man she’s grown to need.

Dominic realizes he is one of those men that wants the whole package of marriage and a family, and he’s found the woman to have that with. He’s going stir crazy having to stay hidden until the leader of a criminal organization is caught, but he’s more than willing to stay right here with her.

All of his plans evaporate when a vindictive criminal takes her from him as a hostage. He won’t rest until she’s in his arms again.

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FROM A DREAM Excerpt #1:

He glanced around and decided he’d better start heading back to her place. You know you’re in love when the snow in your boots doesn’t even bother you, he thought with a shake of his head.
Brody would laugh his ass off if he could see me now. A noise had him jumping to take cover behind the closest tree. He automatically reached for his gun, ready. He squatted and looked around the tree in each direction. He exhaled loudly when a rabbit, frozen in its tracks, came back to life and fled in the opposite direction. He slowly tucked his gun back into his jeans as he stood. Paranoia was definitely an issue.
Quickening his pace, he headed back, making sure he stepped in his own tracks. Jennah would laugh when he told her that he was being stalked by an assassin bunny.
The panic in her voice sent him running in the direction of the building. “Babe, what is it?” He kept moving fast, his hand riding beside the gun grip now sticking up for easy reach out the bottom of his coat. “Jennah!” He reached for her and felt panic.
“I’m coming!” He lengthened his strides and jumped through the snow as fast as his legs could manage.
When he reached the back door, he whipped it open and ran into the kitchen. He stopped and listened—nothing. Pulling the gun, he gripped it lightly and let his arm hang down his side. He walked out into the living room with slow movements and let all senses filter back what was around him.
When he’d almost reached the front door, he stopped, his heart lodged in his throat as he looked at the table knocked to the floor and grocery bags scattered with the contents spilled all around them.
With long strides, he was out the door and into her driveway. Her car was there. He caught movement from the corner of his eye, and he spun, gun aimed and ready. A black-capped pickup was fishtailing down the street. He ran to the end of her drive and aimed at it. Squinting, he tried to make out the plate, but there wasn’t one.
He swore and lowered the gun. It was too far, and without knowing if Jennah was in the back of it, he couldn’t take a chance on a stray shot.
Fumbling for his phone in his jacket, he flipped it open and started to walk back over his own boot prints toward the house. He punched in Brody’s number as he knelt and looked closer at the red drops in the snow. He clenched his jaw and resisted the urge to touch it. Brody answered the phone. “They got Jennah.”

FROM A DREAM Excerpt #2:

Jennah opened her eyes. It was dark, completely and utterly . . . dark. What time is it? She rubbed a hand over her eyes and tried to persuade them to focus. Opening them again, she huffed out a breath. It was hopeless, not even a shadow existed wherever she was. She stiffened when she realized that she was lying on something lumpy. She pushed up onto her hand and ran the other one over whatever she was on. It was some sort of padding, scratchy and lumpy. Please let it just be an old mattress.
Sitting all the way up, she hissed and held her forehead. Her head objected to being upright. What had they done to her? Dropping her hand down, she inched it out away from her body to see what she was on. It touched nothing after a few seconds. She moved one leg slowly out. Her foot met air and then fell down to hit the floor. Okay, so it is a bed—or cot is probably more likely considering it’s very narrow.
Something dragged over her leg still on the bed. She froze and tried not to be one of those females that freaked out at the thought of a creature of some kind. Taking a deep breath, she held it as she moved her hand down toward her leg. She held her breath when her hand came in contact with material. A blanket or quilt maybe—I hope.
She turned her head and, ignoring the dizzy feeling movement created, tried to see anything. This is the darkest space I’ve ever been in. She turned and lowered her other leg off the cot. Inhaling deeply, she tried to identify the smells. It was a damp mustiness, but earthy, and not in a good way. Her stomach clenched at the offensive scent. Grimacing, she leaned down until her fingertips touched the floor beside her foot. It was dirt. Cold and damp dirt.
The sound of fabric brushing against fabric dawned on her as she moved her arm back up. She still had her coat on. Frantically, she searched all of the pockets. All they had left her were her gloves. No cell phone. So much for having light, she thought with a groan.
Moving cautiously to the edge of the cot, she began to slowly stand up, keeping one hand a few inches above her head just in case this space wasn’t large enough for her to stand in. When she was standing straight, she reached higher above her head. The ceiling was only a few inches above her. So, this is a very short, dirt-floored . . . something?
She took one careful step with her hand stretched out in front of her. Please don’t let me touch anything—ick! She frowned at her own girlie thought and then shrugged it off, having decided that just about anyone would freak out in her situation—so she was allowed a few weak moments.

FROM A DREAM Excerpt #3:

He hadn’t realized Tess and Brody were still connected until he head Brody chuckle at what Jennah said.
“Just be careful, babe.”
“I always am, Dominic—except when men show up inside my dreams.”
The sultry tone in her voice as she whispered the last part sent a heated buzz shivering through him. He smirked before he remembered, and then turned to look at the other two. Tess dropped her hand away.
“See if you can observe anything else. Anything at all that might help me find you.”
“I will. Don’t go too far on me.”
“I’ll be right here, going over the map.”
He turned in the chair and looked over at Brody. Brody moved his hand from Tess’s shoulder and then grinned and waved both arms around.
“That rocked! I mean, seriously, I watch sci-fi and never once imagined it could be real!”
Dom raised both eyebrows and looked at Tess. She stood there with her hands on her hips while sending the other man a bored expression.
Brody gave her an expectant look. “Can you do anything else?”
Tess hissed out a long breath. “Like what, Detective? Transform you into a braying ass? No, however much I’d like to!”
Brody raised his hands in an exasperated move. “Hey! I’m trying to be cool here. But it’s not easy to pull off.” He motioned to Dom. “With him as an internal intercom and now you’re Miss Satellite-Dish . . .”

After the Dream
Dream Series
Part 3
Jacqueline Paige

Release date March 7 2014

Brody believes he’s a normal man.  Tess has felt like a freak most of her life- except when she’s around one man.

Book Description:

Feeling less then worthy as a normal man surrounded by a team with special skills, Brody has to wonder why he’s a part of it.  If it weren’t for one team mate being there, he’d transfer back to normalcy. 

Tess has always felt like a freak, even surrounded by others that are different she still feels like an outsider.  Only one of her team mates make her feel like an everyday person. 

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A loud humming noise filed the room suddenly.  Looking at each other for a second, they both came to the same conclusion and headed back over to the door.  When Brody grasped the handle, the lock clicked. “Shit.”
“Someone else is here.”  Tess stared at the door.  “Did Gray happen to mention how to bypass the lock from the other side of the door?”
“Not that I recall.”  His tone expressed what he was thinking.  They were sitting ducks in here.  No way out and if anyone came through the one and only door, there was nowhere to hide.  “Try the mic again.”  Flipping his phone open, he waited for the signal bars to register; only there weren’t any.
“Mics are still static.”
“Phone has no signal either.”
He watched Tess close her eyes and when they popped open he could see the worry in them.  “We’ll just . . .”
“It’s gone.”  Panic and shock vibrated in her voice.
“What is?”  Flipping the phone closed he tucked it in his pocket.
“What I can do – I can’t feel it.”
  Moving over, he ran his hand over the wall again. He could feel the vibrations of whatever was humming vibrating. What is this room made of?  “How do you know?’
“I just do.” 
The panic in her voice unnerved him in the same way it did when she over did it and almost collapsed. “Try it.”  Going over, he stood behind her and wrapped one arm lightly around her waist.  Trying to ignore the way his body liked having her this close, he lowered his voice.  “Just try.”
Letting out a loud breath, she grasped his hand and squeezed it.  He stood there waiting for that strange lightened feeling to fill him like it did when she took him from one place to another.
“Nothing,” Tess whispered with a defeated tone.
Aside from the fact that it bothered him to hear her sound that way, it suddenly dawned on him that they were stuck in the shiny room.  “Well—that’s going to complicate things a bit.”
“No kidding.”  She moved out of his arm and walked around the room.  Putting the ear piece back in, she depressed the switch on the unit attached to her vest.  “Nothing but dead air.”
Brody pulled his phone back out and walked around the room holding it out in front of him.  “Dead zone.”  Stuffing it back in his pocket he stood there with his hands on his hips and looked at the floor.  Even the floor was the polished metal.  “They’ll come looking for us if too much time passes and they haven’t heard from us.”
“That won’t help them find us.”  Moving over to the wall, she started walking along it sideways feeling over it.


“Okay.”  Tess tried not to think about being in here in the dark.  “What’s ten feet?”
“This comes out ten feet up in the air.  Dom’s working his way up to it, or was until I told him about the grate, he’s gone back to the truck to get something to get through it.”
Her throat suddenly felt tight.  “How long?”
“Few minutes. Can you zap us out of here?”
She fought the panic that started with her chest tightening.  “No. I still can’t feel it.  I don’t know if I can do much longer, Brody.” His body moved closer to hers.
“Hey, I’m right here.  We got this, Tess.” 
His breath brushed up against her cheek, making her realize how close he was now.  “I’m trying. As long as I was moving I was distracted and didn’t think about it, but now . . .” she felt his breath against her mouth.  Where the idea came from she’d figure out later.  “Distract me,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his.  Before she could think about it any further she kissed him quickly.  He didn’t pause for a second before his mouth covered hers in a rough kiss.  Heat replaced the fear she was feeling as his hard mouth took control over her own and demanded she focus only on him.
With a growl he lifted his mouth from hers long enough to pull her tight into his body and roll to his back. One hand grasped the back of her head as his other slid down over her hip to press her body into his.  When his mouth attacked hers again, she could only kiss him back with the same fevered movement.  She didn’t care then where they were, only the feel of his hard body beneath hers and the wicked things his tongue was doing to hers.  Lifting her mouth, she drew in a breath but before she could find his mouth again, his lips moved down over her throat until he found that sensitive spot that turned her bones into mush.  Gasping, she gripped his hair and held onto him.
With a groan, he dropped his head and moved his hand away from her.  She wasn’t sure what he was doing until he cleared his throat.  “Yeah, got it.”  Reaching down he depressed the switch and let out a slow breath.  “Dom will be up here in about two minutes.”
Where they were and what they were supposed to be doing rushed back at her.  “Oh.”  Lifting away from the heat of his body, she moved back to lie on her side in the tiny space.  She listened to how hard he was breathing and thought he may have cursed a few times under his breath, but she couldn’t be sure with how loud her own breathing was.
Brody moved around onto his side and placed his mouth right beside her ear.  “This isn’t finished, Tessa.”
It sounded like a warning more than a statement.  Keeping her voice quiet so Dom wouldn’t hear if he was near the top she leaned her face into his throat.  “We work together. . .”
“And so do Dom and Jenn.”
“They have that mind connection—we don’t . . .”
“Oh, we have a connection.” He grasped her hip and ground his still hard body into hers.  “It’s just much more on the physical plane.”

About the Author:

Jacqueline Paige lives in Ontario in a small town that’s part of the popular Georgian Triangle area.  No one has ever heard of Stayner, so she usually tells people she lives “near Collingwood” and no, she doesn’t ski at Blue Mountain or at all, in fact she’s not even fond of snow. 

She began her writing career in 2006 and since her first published works in 2009 she hasn’t stopped.  Jacqueline describes her writing as “all things paranormal”, which she has proven is her niche with stories of witches, ghosts, physics and shifters now on the shelves.

When Jacqueline isn’t working at her ‘reality job’ or lost in her writing she spends time with her five children, most of whom are finally able to look after her instead of the other way around.  Together they do random road trips, that usually end up with them lost,  shopping trips where they push every button in the toy aisle, hiking when there’s enough time to escape and bizarre things like creating new daring recipes in the kitchen. She’s a grandmother to four (so far) and looks forward to corrupting many more in the years to come.

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