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THE DREAMER has been awarded a Silver for Best Fantasy/Science Fiction from the eLit Book Awards & a Finalist medal for Best Cover Design from the Next Generation Indie Book Awards.

It’s night. Always night. Dreams guard against the evil forged by nightmares. Infinite shooting stars illuminate a moonless sky. A city stands alone, surrounded by a darkened field. On its fringes, a man watches one star separate from the masses and fall. What survives the crash will unveil a secret centuries long hidden.

Molly hasn’t slept well since the night of her twenty-fourth birthday. Being struck by lightning might have something to do with it, but then again, her chicken did look a little undercooked at dinner. Whatever the culprit, her life quickly catapults from mundane to insane as, night after night, Molly is transported through her once dreamless sleep to a mysterious land illuminated by shooting stars.

There she meets the captivating but frustrating Dev, and together they discover Molly possesses a power coveted by his people—the ability to conjure almost anything she desires into existence. Seduced by the possibilities of this gift, Molly shifts her attention from waking life toward the man, the magic, and the world found in her dreams.

But Molly must ask herself—does something truly exist if you only see it when you close your eyes?

Faced with the threat of losing everything—her job, best friend, boyfriend, and most importantly, that little thing called her sanity—Molly will learn just how far she’ll go to uncover what is real and what is merely a figment of her imagination.

Title : The Dreamer (Dreamland #1)

Release Date : 15 May 2015

Genre : Fantasy, New Adult

Author : E.J. Mellow

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EXCERPT & TEASERS

I begin to dream of something familiar. I’m floating over a nearly empty field at night. A solitary elm tree rests in the distance. My body’s warm with light, as bright as a star, and I move faster and faster, racing toward the tree. A shock of penetrating, ice-cold water bursts across my skin, and I smack down to the earth. My vision goes dark.

Gradually, I hear movement around me. Feet stepping on grass. The sound of crickets chirping. A soft, cool breeze brushes across my skin. I open my eyes to the sky, my view partially blocked by the leaves of a tree. The part of the sky I can see is streaked with white lights zipping past. I’ve dreamt of this place before. I’ve seen this tree and felt this grass beneath me. I’m so at ease lying in this familiar place. No pain comes from my head here, and I want to stay like this forever.

I’m brought out of my reverie by a girl’s whispers. I chance a look around to see two figures standing at my right, looking down at me. They are both completely dressed in black with some object strapped to each of their backs. One is a girl with almost white- blonde hair and fragile features. From the dark silhouette of her body, I can tell she’s as skinny as a stick. The other figure is a man with short-cropped raven hair and two-day stubble, which, coupled with his attire, allows him to seamlessly camouflage into the dark surroundings. His pale skin is what sets him apart from the backdrop, along with the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.

Those eyes.

I stare into them, trying to stir up the memory that is swimming around in my head suggesting I’ve seen them before. All I can currently deduce from the rapid beating of my heart and the tense heat in my belly is that I must find him attractive. And if anyone else were seeing what I’m seeing, I don’t think they would blame me.

The girl next to the shadowed man whispers fervently in his ear as he stands still, arms crossed over his chest, studying me intently.

“It’s a Dreamer,” he finally says, his voice deep and rich. The girl flinches at his volume used but follows suit.

“I see that it’s a Dreamer, Dev. But what is she doing here?” The light, twinkling quality of her voice contradicts the vehemence of her tone. Do they think I can’t hear them?

The girl paces to his other side while gazing at me warily, her blonde locks pushing forward to cast shadows around her face. Even with her features slightly obscured, her beauty is obvious. I begin to wonder if this dream is going to be all about supermodels, which would definitely make it a nightmare.

“I’m not sure. Something must have gotten crossed on the journey to her landscape,” he says while turning his attention to the night sky.

“That’s never happened before. It’s impossible.” The girl puts her hands on her hips in bewilderment and faces him.

Dev—I’m guessing his name—shifts his weight and scratches his stubble-filled chin, regarding me like I’m a car with a flat. “Well, it’s happened now.”

This whole time I’ve kept quiet, and I decide it’s time to say something.

“Excuse me.” I begin to sit up.

Dev stands perfectly still, his face subtly lighting up with curiosity. The girl, on the other hand, takes a step back, steadying herself like she’s about to throttle me.

“Whoa.” I put up my hands, indicating my nonviolent intent. “I’m not going to do anything but stand. Can I do that?” I fix my gaze from one to the other questioningly.

“She can hear us.” The girl tries to whisper sideways through her mouth.

Is she kidding me? “Of course, I can hear you! What’s going on? Where am I? Who are you guys?” My numbness upon waking here has quickly evaporated and is replaced instead by slight hysteria.

“Inquisitive, isn’t she?” Dev arches one of his brows in amusement.

I let out a frustrated sigh. “Please stop talking like I’m not right in front of you. Like I said, I can hear you. And I have a name. It’s Molly.”

The girl is about to say something, when Dev puts his hand up to quiet her. “Hi, Molly.” He flashes a lopsided grin. “What’s going on is that you’re dreaming.” He elongates the word dreaming while wiggling his fingers as if he’s telling a spooky story.

“Where you are is in your dream. Who we are… Well, we’re obviously figments of your imagination.”

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About The Author

E.J. Mellow is the Award Winning author behind the NA Contemporary Fantasy trilogy The Dreamland Series. With a bachelor's degree in Fine Arts, E.J. Mellow splits her time between her two loves – visual design and writing. Residing in NYC, E.J. is a member of Romance Writers of America and their Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal Chapter. She has no animals but loves those who do.

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Our secrets define us.

I’ve run far to escape my past. Eight years and almost two thousand miles lie between me and the 

horror that consumes me. My life is a series of superficial relationships and closed doors designed to

keep me safe. I will never let myself become the person I was. That girl is dead, and in her place is a 

woman who guards her inner self fiercely. I’m not going to let anyone breach those hard earned 

barriers. Not even him.

But when those secrets come home to roost, I have to decide what I’m willing to risk for my happily ever after. When the evil I left behind finds me, I have to choose. Will I succumb to the girl I was and crumble under the pressure? Or can I break the cycle and finally be free to fly?

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Author : Morgan Reeves
















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EXCERPT 

I took the envelope, and our fingertips brushed. My breath caught. It was unbelievable that such a small touch could affect me so much, but there I stood, my heart pounding in my chest and a heated flush working its way up my neck. He was standing way too close to me, and I swayed as lust hit me full force.

He caught my hand before I could jerk away and brushed his thumb across my knuckles in a soft gesture that left my skin tingling. Emotions flitted through me so fast I couldn’t make sense of them. An ache started in my chest, and I searched his tender expression, confused. How had we gone from jesting to
this?

I was in way over my head with this man.

I closed my eyes as the enormity of the situation hit me. I couldn’t pretend this was all about sex
anymore. Not with his affection shining through so clearly.

Just as I was about to tell him to let go, he sucked in a ragged breath and stepped away before clearing his throat.

I opened my eyes and stared at him, bewildered.

“Have a good night, Zoe,” he said and went back to sit at his desk.

I almost asked him what happened, but I decided against it. I’d asked for this, hadn’t I? He was
respecting a rule I had put in place.

As desire pulsed through me, I cursed my own stupid rule. I was officially an idiot. I sighed as I fled the office in sexual frustration, not even bothering with a goodbye.

About The Author

Morgan Reeves currently lives in the middle of Iowa, surrounded by lots of cornfields and people with a fanatic love for college football. Her heart, however, will always belong to California. She has two Minions to call her own and a husband who may or may not think she’s insane. Morgan loves to read romance in any genre, and she loves to chat books. She also loves Facebook, so feel free to stalk her at https://www.facebook.com/authormorganreeves or add her as a friend on her personal page. She’d love to hear from you! Free to Fly is her first published book, and is the first in a series of interconnected standalones.

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Our secrets define us.

I’ve run far to escape my past. Eight years and almost two thousand miles lie between me and
the horror that consumes me. My life is a series of superficial relationships and closed doors
designed to keep me safe. I will never let myself become the person I was. That girl is dead,
and in her place is a woman who guards her inner self fiercely. I’m not going to let anyone
breach those hard earned barriers. Not even him.

But when those secrets come home to roost, I have to decide what I’m willing to risk for my
happily ever after. When the evil I left behind finds me, I have to choose. Will I succumb to the
girl I was and crumble under the pressure? Or can I break the cycle and finally be free to fly?

Title : Free To Fly
Release Date : 3 November 2015
Author : Morgan Reeves
















Purchase Free to Fly Now !
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Excerpt 

I scraped up the last of the ice cream and licked my spoon clean as he laughed. I liked his
laugh. A lot. It was rich, and warm, and infectious. It made me happy.

I dropped my spoon so it clattered into my bowl and jumped down from my perch. This was
absurd. A laugh shouldn’t affect me that much. It was all just… too much. I felt like I was losing
control of the situation. He made me feel things I didn’t want to feel. He made me want. What, I
wasn’t sure. But I wanted it with a deep ache that was akin to pain. For no discernible reason,
tears burned at the back of my throat. I tried to clear it and placed my bowl in the sink before I
turned to Logan with what I hoped was a sultry smile.
I needed to take back some control. And I knew just how to do that.

He straightened and eyed me warily as I walked up to him and slid my hands around his waist
before stepping in close. I leaned up for a kiss, but he turned his head, and my lips brushed his
jaw instead.

“What?” I asked.

“I’m not going to let you use me to chase away your demons, Zoe.”

His words were said quietly, tenderly, but I flinched anyway. I tried to back away, but he held me
in place and wrapped me in a hug. Then he kissed my forehead.
“If this is where you want the night to end up, fine. But it will be on my terms, all right?”

He paused and looked into my eyes as if searching for something. I don’t know what he was
looking for. I don’t know if he found it. I had a feeling I really didn’t know much at all. I nodded
slowly. After a long moment, he leaned down and kised me.

That kiss. My God. I hadn’t known what the word truly meant until he showed me. It had nothing
to do with the press of lips to lips. The slide of warmth as he tilted my head back and deepened
the kiss had nothing on the peace that filtered through my mind. I sank into his touch, and the
endless, screaming voices that plagued me, all of them my own, fell still. Gone were the
thoughts of inadequacy, the mental rakes and prods that urged me to use sex as a weapon, a
tool to get what I wanted. They all seemed silly and childish compared to the truth.
This might actually be Heaven. Or as close as my battered soul could come. True, blessed
silence. There was nothing but Logan and the subtle build of strummed emotion.

I’d seen a street violinist once. He was standing on a street corner, his case open at his feet and
overflowing with dollar bills. But he didn’t even notice. He’d had his eyes screwed shut as he
sawed his bow across the strings and soulful, heart-wrenching music poured forth. You could
tell his whole being was funneled through those notes. And when the song ended, the strings
continued to vibrate, pulsing with the aftermath of the song and lending a haunting encore that
stayed with me for days.

This kiss was that song. Months of pent-up emotion burrowing down into my soul and wrapping
around the essence of who I was. And my mind, that cursed thing that screamed and wailed
and threw up wall after wall to keep the world safely at bay? All that was left was one last echo,
an almost silent buzz that allowed me to exist in only this moment.

About The Author

Morgan Reeves currently lives in the middle of Iowa, surrounded by lots of cornfields and 

people with a fanatic love for college football. Her heart, however, will always belong to 

California. She has two Minions to call her own and a husband who may or may not think she’s 

insane. Morgan loves to read romance in any genre, and she loves to chat books. She also 

loves Facebook, so feel free to stalk her at https://www.facebook.com/authormorganreeves or 

add her as a friend on her personal page. She’d love to hear from you! Free to Fly is her first 

published book, and is the first in a series of interconnected standalones.

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