“The Dream Alchemist” by Joanna Chambers
When the sun goes down, their passion awakens…and so do their nightmares.
Centuries ago, a man with Bryn Llewelyn’s dreamwalking ability would have been a shaman or a priest. In this time, he’s merely exhausted, strung out on too much caffeine and too little sleep.
Sleep means descent into Somnus—an alternate reality constructed of the combined dreaming consciousness of ordinary humans. A place he’d rather avoid. Trouble is, his powers don’t include the ability to go without sleep indefinitely. At some point his eyes close…and his nightmare begins.
As a teen, the treatment that cured Laszlo Grimm’s sleep disorder stole his dreams—and his ability to feel emotion. Petrified of needing more “treatment”, he clings to familiar rituals and habits. But lately his nightly terror has returned, and when he meets Bryn in the real world, the man seems hauntingly familiar. Not only that, Bryn awakens feelings in Laszlo for the first time in years…
Slowly Bryn and Laszlo realize they are both unknowing pawns in a plan of unspeakable evil. And that their powerful attraction could release the destinies locked within them—or be the instrument of their doom.
Release Date: December 2, 2014
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Joanna Chambers always wanted to write but she didn’t find her muse until she rediscovered her love of romance novels after the birth of her first child. These days, Joanna lives in the UK with her family and finds time to write by eschewing sleep and popular culture. You can find Joanna at her website, www.joannachambers.com, friend her onFacebook, follow her on Twitter @ChambersJoanna and connect with her on Goodreads.
Exclusive Excerpt –
Laszlo was amongst the last to arrive at Nicky’s house—possibly he was the very last. Certainly there had been no other cars around when Eric had pulled up outside at eight twenty-five, and when Laszlo entered the reception room, it was plain the party was in full swing.
He entered quietly, pausing in the entranceway to scan the room for Yuri before he moved into the crowd—except he never got that far. His gaze snagged on practically the first person he saw. A waiter, of all people.
The waiter stood less than ten feet away, mostly turned away from Laszlo. He was holding a tray with a few champagne flutes on it. His black shirt hugged a torso that looked lean but muscled, and his hair was dark and sleek, carefully styled. A very nice-looking man, though that alone didn’t explain the draw.
Laszlo’s immediate reaction was that he knew the man. The bolt of recognition was so profound, it was like seeing someone he’d known forever. But an instant later, he realised he was wrong—he didn’t know the man from Adam.
It was weird and disconcerting—not being sure, veering between certainties.
The guy turned then, as though he’d felt Laszlo’s gaze, and now that Laszlo could see him properly, he decided he really was good-looking. He had dark, melty brown eyes and sharp symmetrical features. A slightly sad look about him too, that was somehow very appealing.
Laszlo realised that he was staring, and that the waiter was staring right back—he looked poleaxed, actually, seeming stunned by the sight of Laszlo. With considerable effort, Laszlo managed to tear his gaze away, walking farther into the room as he scanned the sea of guests for Yuri.
Despite his averted gaze, and his very clear objectives for the night ahead, Laszlo found he couldn’t keep his mind on Yuri at all. His eyes wanted to find that dark-eyed waiter again. After just a minute, he looked over his shoulder to see that the guy had moved away, and the stab of disappointment this caused felt far too acute, till a voice beside him said, “Drink, sir?”
He whipped his head round. It was the waiter—now his tray had just one glass on it, a champagne flute full of silvery bubbles, and he was looking at Laszlo expectantly.
“Do I know you?” Laszlo blurted out.
The waiter’s dark eyes flickered with something—disappointment? There was a long pause, then he said, “Can we maybe go somewhere? To talk?”
It was such an unexpected question that Laszlo found himself smiling, even as he frowned. “What, now?” he said. “Here?”
“Yes,” the waiter replied. “Is there another room we could go to? There must be somewhere in this place that’s empty—where we can be alone.”
Where we can be alone.
Laszlo gave an abrupt laugh. There was only one reason a man would ask another man to slip off with him, wasn’t there? And, fuck, but it was an appealing idea, even if this guy wasn’t his usual type. He wasn’t at all the buffed gym type. No, that lean body was the frame of a distance runner, the long limbs holding the promise of wiry strength. Not a blond either—his hair was dark and overlong, though carefully styled, his skin pale, his brown eyes shadowed with smudges of tiredness that were oddly sexy. The fingers of both his hands were decorated—surprisingly, Laszlo thought, for a waiter—with silver rings of various shapes and sizes. Altogether, he had an edgy, slightly careless look that was very different from the groomed, gym-honed men who populated the little-black-book folder in Laszlo’s phone.
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