Excerpt & GIVEAWAY: The Dreamer by Ariana Zamora

Yesterday I shared with you my interview with Ariana and today I thought I would show you a little bit of the book.  So here is an excerpt and you can find the GIVEAWAY at the bottom of the post 

The Dreamer by Ariana Zamora

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SYNOPSIS:

 A murderous power, born of betrayal, was passed down the Jamison line, searching for the one who would bring an end to a timeless agony. It lay dormant, until one day it came across a young, unsuspecting girl in the form of a dream.

      A woman whispers to Anjaleena Jamison in the dead of night, plaguing her mind with terror, and haunting her very soul. No one thought anything of it, except for Grandma Rose - the only other living person who knew the terrible secrets of Bennett Manor. After her grandmother's death, Anjaleena soon finds herself residing in the manor, and discovers the ghost of Julian Bennett – a handsome young man who she can't help but feel drawn to. Soon Anjaleena learns that, in the halls of Bennett Manor, nothing is as it seems. Follow Anjaleena on her journey to the past in THE DREAMER.

EXCERPT 

“Who are you?”

He sat there quietly, staring out into the night. A full minute passed without him responding, and I began to wonder if he'd even heard me. I started to fidget again, playing with

the stray curls that fell over my shoulder. The air between our bodies seemed to thicken, and it felt like I could cut the tension with a knife.

Finally, he tore his gaze away from the pond and stared at me. I leaned back, afraid that I'd said something wrong. He smiled sadly at me, and then began his story.

“My name is Julian Bennett. I am the Master of this manor.”

“Julian,” I repeated, letting the syllables roll off my tongue. “Well, Julian, why am I here? I feel as if I've gone crazy, and would like some reassurance that I'm not completely off my rocker.”

He smiled at me again, looking away momentarily as if lost in thought. Decidedly, he turned back and cleared his throat. “I assure you, your sanity is quite intact. Indeed, you are here with me, breathing the exact air I breathed over one hundred and fifty years ago.”

“Wait...What?!” I exclaimed, standing upright.

He continued as though he hadn't heard me. “The year is eighteen hundred and fifty nine.”

My knees began to wobble, and I had to sit back down to keep from toppling over.

Julian moved to sit beside me, his face suddenly very solemn, and resumed telling his story. “I am twenty two years of age, and tonight, Death will find me.”

He noticed my panicked reaction of glancing around nervously in the shadows, and quickly said, “Don't fear, Anjaleena. There isn't anything that can be done to prevent it. I've lived this night over, time and time again for a century and a half. I understand that this may confuse you, and that the gravity of the situation you find yourself in is possibly quite terrifying. Believe me when I say I'm compassionate about that. But for all this time, I've never been at peace with the end of my world because I do not know what my ending is exactly. Every night I re-live this same party. I am able to touch, taste, smell...everything. I can choose to remain here if I desire, but I am also able to travel to your time. However, I can only do that during daylight hours, and when I do choose to go there, I am restless. Will you help me?”

It took a moment for everything to sink in. I sat there, playing with my hands, wondering how exactly I'd gotten myself into this kind of a situation. I sighed in frustration and said, “Why me?”

“Save for one other, you're the only other living person I've been able to communicate with...on the other side.”

I snorted, comparing 'the other side' to something out of a Star-Trek film. Is that what my life had become? Science-fiction?

He ignored my rudeness. “Every other inhabitant of the manor has been oblivious to my presence. I fear that, if you refuse, I will never know what becomes of me. You are my last hope for peace in the After Life.”

My head buzzed with questions and fear and illogical thoughts. The more I puzzled over everything, the more I could feel the dull pain of an upcoming headache form behind my eyes. I had no idea what to say because I had no idea what to do. My brain was trying to process a million things at once, and no matter how hard I tried to concentrate, everything was still too crazy to even believe...

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