Thursday, October 31, 2013

Book Blitz [Excerpt] Dream Slayer Series by Jill Cooper

The Dream Slayer 
by Jill Cooper 
(The Dream Slayer #1)
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult

When your dreams come true, sometimes you get more than you bargained for...

Natalie Johnson has always dreamed she’s someone else; calm, beautiful, in control. A chosen warrior with a maniacal arch nemesis and a dreamy boyfriend, the type that can make your knees melt and your heart quiver.

Real life is much different. She’s tormented by a bully and endures the sharp tongue of her father, but finds solace in her dreams.

When her bully ends up dead, de ja vu from a dream hits her hard as everything around her begins to fall apart. Whatever killed Sarah in her dreams is now in reality, hunting her from the shadows. And it wants her dead.

Somehow as the lines between reality and nightmare blur, Natalie must discover hidden strength to pull her friends and family back from the brink of madness.

Demon Royale
by Jill Cooper 
(The Dream Slayer #2)
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult

Since becoming employed by a supernatural protection agency, Natalie Johnson's life has been more interesting than ever. While most teens are working on their summer tans, Natalie works on slaughtering the undead lurking just outside her town's borders.

The workload takes more than just a toll on her love life, it dampens her spirit and her health, as the town is plagued by a mysterious murderer intent on stealing the residents' souls. Natalie's investigation is hampered by her declining health and the sicker she gets, the more inadequate she feels.

Guilt over her inability to act, weighs heavily on Natalie's shoulders during a time when her strength is needed more than ever. As some of those closest to her begin to lose faith, she must make the hardest stand yet to save the soul of the one person she can always count on:

The Slayer.

Dawning Apocalypse
by Jill Cooper 
(The Dream Slayer #3)
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult

Protection, murder, deception....

No one can know Natalie works for a supernatural protection agency and is charged with protecting Meadow’s Creek from vampires. But as their numbers swell, their presence doesn't go unnoticed throwing her town under the microscope from the local government and the FBI.

Natalie’s job is pushed even further into the shadows where she must dodge the police, concerned citizens and even her own parents.

Meanwhile a deadly plague grips the town and Natalie suspects it’s more than just a hacking cough. While the stress of working overtime erodes her relationships she will race against time, illness, to face a familiar enemy, save an old friend, and stop an undead seize that wants nothing more than to suck Meadow’s Creek dry.

Beneath her the door to the third floor opened. “Nat! Chuck, I can’t find her.” Tristan’s voice rose and fell with anxiety.
Natalie couldn’t acknowledge him, no matter how worried he was. There was still work to be done.
 She charged onto the roof, the door swinging shut behind her and she was elbowed square in the nose. The pain radiated through her head, she gave up ground to the vampire. He spun, kicking her in the stomach. Natalie was completely caught off guard and was angry at herself for charging after him without thinking, without a plan. She was forced against the metal door, the vampire using his body weight to leverage her still.
His breath was dank, rotten, like only undead creatures could be. The vampire moved in for the kill. Natalie grabbed his head with both hands and pushed him back while one of her feet stomped on his foot and her knee crashed into his groin. Dead or undead, that move always worked. When the vampire groaned and bent over in pain, Natalie grabbed his arm, twisting it painfully behind him and used a powerful kick to his lower back to force his face and chest against the brick stairwell.
He growled. His leg shot out behind him and kicked Natalie in the stomach. She lost ground, losing her grip, but didn’t fall. The vampire spun wildly, charging after her with both fists swinging. She ducked, going down low and then came up high beside him. Natalie grabbed his arms while her leg shot out straight, catching him in the gut. Using every ounce of super strength the girl had, Natalie flung the vampire overhead. With a crunch he landed flat on his back on the glass sunroof that overlooked the science lab classrooms.
He moaned, his head falling to the side, winded and in pain. Natalie spun the wooden stake in her hand and approached. Her chest heaved with each breath as her lungs were desperate for a reprieve. This vampire was different in the way he moved and his skin was pasty white and even paler than other vampires she fought. His eyes had a yellow glow, but behind them was the glint of blue; like eyes of a human.
Natalie went down on her knees beside him and raised her arm to strike. It was time to end this creature and send him into the bowels of hell, whatever that meant exactly. Was there such a thing maybe as liver of hell, or maybe spleen of hell?
She drove the stake through his chest, triumphantly. Her smile fell when instead of the beast dissolving into black goo he gave a cry; an all too human cry.  Horrified, Natalie pulled the stake free and saw it was dripping red blood.
Human blood. Blood just like hers and the people she swore to protect. It was now flowing from the giant wound in his chest as the vampire hollered in pain. Natalie’s body shook, adrenaline surging through her body and she dropped her stake to the ground.
Tears marred her vision as the vampire man clutched at his wound. Blood poured around his fingers as his yellow eyes morphed back into blue.
He wasn’t really a man, but wasn’t really a beast. She placed her hand on top of his and her fingers soaked in a pool of blood.
Tristan was beside her, but Natalie’s eyes never left the man—the beast as he struggled to breathe. It was gulping fast like a drowning man, but there was no hope. There was nothing anyone could do.
“Tristan,” Charles spoke somewhere behind them, calmly, tempered. “Get her out of here and get her home.” His voice was insistent, demanding.
“Mr. Buckle?” Her custodian was somber, his glasses in his hands. “I can’t. I killed--.”
“I know what you did, Natalie,” he spoke to her softly and with compassion. “But there was no way for you to know. The FBI have begun to notice the disruption. We have to get you out of here before they find us. If they find you with the body--.”
Natalie shook her head. “I can’t just leave.”
“Chuck is right.” Tristan said softly. “I’ll take you home. Please, Nat, let’s move.” He touched her elbows in an effort to help her stand.
 “I killed a man. A man.”

Author of the YA Dream Slayer series, Jill loves to blend horror, comedy, the supernatural, and love, through her novels. A fan of genre blending, her work strives to cross boundries, but most of all strives to entertain.

She loves soft cuddly cats, warm blankets, and paranormal romances.

Jill resides in Massachusetts, is constantly renovating her home that she shares with her husband, young daughter, and two skittish cats.