Monday, September 23, 2013

BLOG TOUR: Dangerous Dreams by Aileen Harkwood INTERVIEW+GIVEAWAY

Dangerous Dreams
The Dreamrunners Society,
Book One
by Aileen Harkwood    
Genre: Paranormal/Romantic Suspense
ASIN: B00DGL0HBC
Number of pages: estimated 220 pages
Word Count: 65K
Available Here: Amazon

Blurb:
Plagued by nightmares of terrorist bombings, Lara Freberg is a so-called Lost One, unaware of her psychic gift for literally being in two places at once. While her true body sleeps, her twin is helplessly drawn to scenes of unspeakable horror.


Kidnapped by a corrupt, CIA-like organization determined to exploit her abilities, Lara is given no choice. Cooperate or die. Until the midnight spying missions that make her the willing prisoner of an erotic stranger. Does she dare trust him with her warning of a future attack on American soil?

Jack Mayfield will never forgive himself for being too late to free Lara from the Greys, The Dreamrunners Society's sworn enemies. An elite front line operative, Jack is able to find and save the Lost Ones no one else can. Nothing, however, can prepare him for the shock of losing the woman who holds the key to unlocking his war weary heart. Now Jack is in a race for her life. Lara's dreaming half may be able to drive him wild with passion, but can he believe her when she says the Greys haven't turned her against him and the Society?

It won't be easy to rescue his one true love from certain death.
The hand that clamped itself over Lara Freberg’s sleeping face was sweaty and smelled of formaldehyde. She jerked awake in an instant, completely disoriented.
She’d been deep into one of her nightmares. Explosions. Fires. Hundreds slaughtered. Something grabbing her ankle.
Where was she? Was she still in the dream? No one ever touched her in the nightmares.
“Hurry up,” a man said in the dark.
She was in her bed, at home in her Baltimore condo.
The crushing weight she’d felt in her dream, which she’d intuited as the emotional weight of the violence perpetrated on innocent lives, was actual, crushing weight in real life. A strange man knelt on top of her.
My God, what’s happening?
Lara tried to scream, but the hand over her mouth dug into her face in an explicit warning. The man’s knees pinned her thighs to the mattress, while his free hand easily captured both her wrists and forced her still.
She bucked against his restraint on her.
    “Come on, come on,” the man said.
    Was she talking to her?
    No, he directed his words toward someone else in her bedroom she couldn’t see. They shouldn’t have been able to get in here. She paid for a security service, as did everyone else in the complex. Who were they? What did they want?
Then it hit her, the answer obvious. Her heart, already racing, sped up to a painful degree.
Rape.
Frantically, she fought harder. She tried to throw off the man who smelled like dead things, but tangled up in her bedcovers, with his body weight pressing down on her, she was trapped to the bed.
“Forget it, Lara,” Formaldehyde man said. He pushed down, shoving her head so hard into the mattress she could feel each spring through the padding. That horrible smell coming off of his skin reminded her of fetal pigs in eighth grade biology class. Bile rose in her throat. She began to gag.
Now,” the man said to his accomplice.
She still couldn’t make out her attacker’s face in the dark, but she could tell he was lean, fit, and had a short, professional haircut. The other man, what she could see of him in the shadows, looked similar. Why would men like this break into her apartment to rape her?
Something glinted in her peripheral vision, the needle at the end of a disposable syringe. She watched the accomplice holding the syringe come closer. A tiny squirt of liquid from the tip of the needle sprayed her bare skin.
Lara thrashed anew, her thoughts frenzied. She didn’t know what they wanted with her, or why they were here, but she imagined the worse, that she had only hours, if that, to live. She sobbed without being fully aware of it. What was next? What would they do to her? Would they torture her first? Cut? Stab? Blind? Skin?
She couldn’t fight them. She didn’t have a chance at all. Seconds later, the needle jabbed her, a sharp, slicing pain. Coldness followed as the substance was forced into her arm by the syringe’s plunger.
Her head swam. Whatever the man had given her produced an immediate lethargy she couldn’t battle. Her arms and legs became too heavy to move.
Her attacker got up off of her, deciding she was no longer a threat.
“All right,” he said. “Let’s get her in the van.”
He grabbed her roughly and slung her over his shoulder. She tried to lift her head, but her neck muscles wouldn’t cooperate. Whatever had been in the syringe muted her sense of fear. She no longer cared she was taken from her bed.
It was just before she blacked out that she saw a third man in her bedroom, near the closet. Her head swung like a rag doll as her captor made an abrupt turn toward the bedroom door, but even looking at the world from upside down, she couldn’t miss him.
He was transparent.
“Wow,” she whispered, spotting her own shadowed reflection in her closet mirror, visible right through his body.
His presence suddenly caused the room to grow brighter. She had the wild notion he gathered the shadows from the darkest corners of the room to create a body for himself, while his skin flared with golden light, and he became more substantial by the second. He materialized his way into the room. It made no sense, but that was precisely what she saw.
Odder still, neither of the other men in the room reacted to the brilliant, rich light he gave off. He towered over them, yet they appeared not to notice he was there. Powerfully built, he was naked to the waist, barefoot and clothed only in a well-worn pair of jeans. Gradually his face and body defined themselves until she could almost make out the line of a strong, knife-edge jaw and the shimmer of moonlight haloing his black hair.
Fierce indigo eyes gazed directly into hers. A jolt of recognition raced through her.
Lara gasped in shock. She knew him. She was sure of it. An intense rush of déjà vu tingled down her spine. Who was he? How did she know him? Wait…did she know him, really?
Drugs, Lara. This isn’t real. He’s not real. You’re imagining him.
Blue eyes held her attention ruthlessly.
Hold on! Don’t let go, he spoke.
But it wasn’t speech. She heard his words in her mind!
I need you to stay conscious.
“Who are you?” she whispered, her voice slurring.
“The ones who own you,” said the man carrying her.
Oblivious to the third man’s presence, her abductors thought she was talking to them.
I can’t get to you if you black out, the ghostly figure told her.
His immense shoulders tensed, bracing for action. His palms shoved outward at nothing, as if he pushed against an invisible barrier, leaned into it with everything he had, and was inexplicably held back.
Stay with me! Stay awake!
Can you please share with us a little about yourself?

I grew up in Los Angeles, and like a lot of Angelenos, our family practically lived in the car. We drove everywhere on every freeway the state has, spending weekends at the beach, visiting touristy destinations, or camping in the mountains. It gave me a love of road trips and as a writer I feel like my childhood was a gift. What other state has so many types of places that can figure as the setting for stories?

Today, I live in the southern Rockies, where I’ve been for the last 8 years. It’s a completely different culture, but I love it and have grown addicted to green chile, collecting Native American jewelry, and the wide open, deep blue, smog-free skies we have here.


Have you always wanted to be an author?

I think so. I wrote my first “book” when I was seven, illustrated with crayon. My first serious attempt at writing was a science fiction novel in high school, but though it got a solid beginning and notebook after notebook of “middle,” back then I had problems figuring out how to end a story. So the novel just went on and on and on until I graduated. College took over after that. I have a B.A. in English/Creative Writing, which evidently means I was serious about telling stories. No so much about getting a good paying job, unfortunately, or else I would have majored in something useful.


Can you share with us your typical writing day.  Is there anything you have to have while writing?
Unlike a lot of authors, I don’t have a set schedule at my day job or for writing. It’s all over the place. Some days I have to work 16 hours at the job. Others, just a few hours. Lately, there have been a lot more 16-hour than 5-hour days, which is really frustrating when you have a book in your head ready to spill out onto the screen. I grab writing time whenever it’s offered.
What do I need to write? Tea. Iced or hot. It’s my security blanket. Without it, I’m lost. When I know there’s a really tough scene ahead, I’ll buy myself a bag of potato chips. Bad, bad, I know, but somehow salt and crunchiness is essential to my most creative moments.

What would you say is the most challenging or rewarding part of writing?

The most challenging? Starting. Finding that first sentence each time you sit down to write. Most rewarding? Looking at the number of words you’ve written at the end of the day and seeing you wrote a LOT more than you expected.


Can you please tell us about your latest book?

DANGEROUS DREAMS is one of those difficult to categorize hybrids. A romantic thriller/paranormal suspense/psychic urban fantasy. The Dreamrunners Society series is about a secret society of gifted paranormals, all of whom can literally, physically be in two places at once. In DANGEROUS DREAMS, the heroine doesn’t know she’s a dreamrunner, but the society’s enemies do. They kidnap her and try forcing her to use her latent abilities against the society. It’s up to the hero to find where they’re hiding her and lead the rescue efforts, while the heroine awakens to her gifts and fights to save the society from annihilation by the bad guys.


How did you come with the idea for this story?

I write what I like to read, paranormal suspense, particularly stories with lots of character development, atmosphere and action. I also like my stories set in the contemporary world where psychic abilities are unusual and rare in people, not the norm. DANGEROUS DREAMS came out my asking what-if questions about the dream world. What if dreams were a doorway to a rare ability in a person to duplicate him or herself and appear anywhere else in the world they wanted to be?


Can you share with us your current work in progress?

I’m working on DREAMING FOR THE DEAD, Book 2 in The Dreamrunners Society series. It picks up where DANGEROUS DREAMS leaves off, only we switch the point of view to one of the secondary characters in the first novel. Another dreamrunner, he becomes the hero of DREAMING FOR THE DEAD and finds and helps another Lost One, runners who don’t realize who they are.

Who are some of your favorite authors?

Jane Austen, Ian Fleming, Sebastian Junger. I like the deeply romantic fiction of Austen, the earthy, yet sophisticated sexiness you find in Fleming’s James Bond, plus the raw reality of the non-fiction story Junger tells so compellingly in The Perfect Storm.

Do you feel that any of your favorite authors have inspired your writing style?
I’d love to think so, but the authors mentioned above are well out of my league.

Open your book to a random page and please reads us a few lines.
Okay. I’ve opened the file, closed my eyes, scrolled down the page, and then clicked the cursor. Here’s what I’ve got:

They shouldn’t have been able to get in here. She paid for a security service, as did everyone else in the complex. She had extra locks, and security doors protected both front and back entrances. Who were these two? What did they want?
Then it hit her, the answer obvious. Her heart, already racing, sped up to a painful degree.
Rape.
Frantically, she fought harder. She tried to throw off the man who smelled like dead things, but tangled up in her bedcovers, with his body weight pressing down on her, she was trapped to the bed.
“Forget it, Lara,” Formaldehyde man said. He pushed down, shoving her head so hard into the mattress she could feel each spring through the padding. She feared her jaw might break from the strain. That horrible smell coming off of his skin reminded her of fetal pigs in eighth grade biology class. Bile rose in her throat. She began to gag.
Now,” the man said to his accomplice.

What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for?
My TBR is overflowing with romantic suspense, paranormal, and some contemporary work by friends. I keep downloading books to my Kindle, and hoping I’ll have time to read them, but it’s hopeless. I’ll never get to everything I want to read.

Have you ever used anyone from your real life encounters in any of your books?
Authors are observers. They look at the world as the source book for all their stories. But no, I’ve never used anyone I know or have known in my books. I start each of my characters using a kernel from the plot, select a general type, and then flesh them out with detailed biographies I create from scratch.

What was the most surprising thing you learned about yourself while you were writing?
I always think I can see my own writing, what it looks like to fresh eyes or a reader who doesn’t know me, but I’m almost always wrong. Different people see different things in any piece of fiction. A novelist can guess, but never predict how readers will view her work. It’s one of the exciting and terrifying things about being a writer.
Aileen Harkwood is a die hard
fan of the mysteries, thrills and romances life has to offer and has
wanted to write her own since she penned her first, safely hidden-away-in-a-drawer-never to-see-the-light-of-day novel in high school. She has a B.A. in Creative Writing, and resides in the Southern Rockies of the United States with her family, a Labrador with an extensive chew stick collection, and two cats named after birds. 

2 comments:

  1. Thank you for hosting my book, Bridgette! Thank you, also, for asking questions about writing. :-D

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  2. This book sounds very intriguing and I am looking forward to reading it. Thanks for sharing the great excerpt and interview. Thanks for sharing the giveaway. Congrats on the completion of the tour. evamillien at gmail dot com

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