Blogger Book Fair Guest: Allie Jean

Today’s special guest from the Blogger Book Fair is author Allie Jean. Enjoy!

The
Writer’s Coffee Shop presents . . .
Legacy
of a Dreamer
Book
#1 of the Dreamer Series
Chantal Breelan is a ward of the state, living under the care of a woman who is cold and heartless.
Her past is a mystery, and her future is even more uncertain. She can’t recall
why she had been taken from her parents and so she’s left with nothing but an
empty hole where her childhood should have been. When she awakens from her
nightmares, she’s left with terrible, violent images, as well as a boy whose
face is oddly familiar, yet can’t be placed.
Scared and alone, Chantal begins to confide in an imaginary friend – a shadow in the shape of a man who stands in the corner of her room. She is comforted when she believes he listens
to her. On her eighteenth birthday, Chantal is forced to leave her foster home.
She moves to New York City, but the start of her new life doesn’t begin as
smoothly as she’d hoped. One night at a subway station, Chantal meets a young
boy who runs away from her, and she’s compelled to follow him down into the
tunnels. But this Rabbit Hole reveals a world where reality is a nightmare.
 
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Excerpt
The creature lunged at the
gray-skinned man, thrusting his blade toward his bare torso. The man spun,
melting into the darkness, becoming part of the shadow again. He reappeared
behind the creature, yielding a blade of his own.
They fought ferociously as
Chantal sat frozen on her bed. Each had the ability to move like lightning;
each could disappear into the darkness.
“She will die, Warrior, no matter
how many you send to protect her,” the creature said, spitting his dark venom
onto the floor as he whipped around in attempt to slice at the man’s lower
torso.
“Not by your hand, and not while
I’m still around,” the gray man said, hacking his blade through the air and
just missing the creature’s melonshaped head.
“You protect her in vain,” it
said, landing a punch to the man’s flank.
“She’s survived this long,” the
gray man said, plunging his blade deep into the creature’s abdomen. It
sputtered, spraying black liquid onto the floor. “And she will survive tonight,
just like I said she would.”
He twisted the blade, causing the
creature let out a gurgled cry, and a torrent of fluid poured from the
creature’s terrible mouth, leaving a puddle on the floor. The thing melted in
front of her, joining the filth on the floor. Once the creature had dissolved,
the remains sizzled like acid and then disappeared.
The man stood, his blade held out
at an angle, the length of it covered in black ooze. His eyes were vacant, his
mouth moving as if in prayer. Chantal watched him, horrified and amazed at the
same time.
“Nick?” she said. He glanced up
and captured her with his angelic eyes.
“You
know, I’ve always wondered why you call me that.”

Allie Jean was born with an overactive imagination.
She spent her childhood inventing stories and telling tales. Her mind never
shut down, even while she slept. Vivid dreams containing extensive, elaborate
plot lines of good overcoming evil villains captured her nightly visions,
lingering into her waking hours and filling the pages of her well-loved bounded
diaries. She was encouraged by her parents, even at a young age, to write down
her tales, and it has remained a somewhat secret hobby. As a busy wife, mother
and critical care nurse, Allie’s love of storytelling has been reborn through
the adventures of her unforgettable characters.


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Author: sarajschmidt

I shake you warmly by the hand, and welcome you to my bio! Currently a writer, artist, and freelance explorer, I have played many other roles. I've managed a restaurant, debated across the country, taught children in Spain, run a handful of student organizations and retreats, served as the Editor/Producer/Citizen Journalist Manager for a, sung in choir for many years, volunteered with dozens of organizations and interned with a few, home-schooled a relative, cared for many a pet, and protested a thing or two. I am also married to my dreamy gearhead high school sweetheart, and together we are unschooling with our 10-year-old tenacious and hilarious daughter. Aside from my main passions of writing, art, reading, and generally being as ambitious as possible, I love to play with my daughter, learn new things, have date nights with The Husband, and highlight anything within my reach. Drop me a line at sarajschmidt@gmail.com.

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