Tuesday, December 27, 2016

NEW BOOK OUT!!- "In My Reality" by Cameo Renae

by Cameo Renae
Author Links: Amazon PageFacebookBlogWebsiteTwitter.
Penned Series: The Hidden Wings Series and The After Light Saga.
AND single novel: In My Dreams.

Sequel to "In My Dreams" novel
"In My Reality"
Genre: New Adult, Paranormal Romance. 206 pages.
Price: $2.99 ebook (at time of post)
Book Link: Click Here
It’s been three years since Michael’s death, and life isn’t any easier. The gift bestowed upon me has only grown stronger. I see the dead, everywhere. Those who have remained earthbound are looking for answers, or have messages for their loved ones. That’s what I do. I help resolve those questions, then assist them in crossing over. 

Lately, I’ve had a recurring nightmare—a guy, badly injured in a car crash. Each time I’ve called out to him, he never answers. I’ve never even seen his face. 

My mentor, Lucy Crow, believes he’s still alive, and I’m supposed to help him. That my dreams are not just subconscious thoughts; they’re premonitions. 

For the first time ever, I will leave my reclusive life in Alaska. My best friend Emily is taking me to California for spring break. She thinks it’s time for me to find someone—to start living again. But what I need to find is the answer to my nightmares. 

Little do I know...my answer will find me.

Chapter 1: 
        Later that evening, I jumped in my Jeep and was headed to my mom’s house for dinner. Since my hospital encounter, she’d sobered up and was doing great. It was a really rough ride, but she survived and came out stronger because of it. She even began to sew again, gaining a few accounts which sold her garments. 
        About a year ago, she started dating again. Fred, her now steady boyfriend, was one of the doctors who’d treated her. I guess he saw the potential behind the broken, crazed-woman fa├žade. He helped her through the withdrawals and often contacted her to make sure she didn’t regress.
        I liked Fred. He was somewhat good-looking for an older guy, and they seemed so happy together. He doted on her, and she enjoyed his company. There was a lot of laughter between them, which made me happy. 
        As I entered the house, the smell of Italian spices and freshly baked bread wafted around, making my mouth water. Fred’s special spaghetti, garlic bread, and salad was on the menu— one of my all-time favs. 
        We sat around the dining table and ate until we were stuffed. They discussed their day’s events, laughing most of the time, and on occasion, I caught Fred gazing lovingly into her eyes. She’d blush and return a sweet smile back to him. 
        The subtle touches and stolen glances were almost too much to handle. I wanted to be happy for the people around me, but sometimes their happiness reminded me of what I didn’t have— or would ever have again. 
       “Lizzy, what have you been up to?” Fred asked, dabbing his napkin to his lips. He’d most likely sensed my negative mood. 
       Swirling the last few noodles with my fork, I shrugged. “Same old stuff. Nothing new.” 
       My mom reached across the table and placed her hand over mine. “Elizabeth.” She was pulling out her mother-mode voice. Great. 
       “We all know you’re still broken up over Michael, but maybe it’s time you stop shutting everyone out. We are here for you, and Emily is coming a long way to see you. It’ll be good for you to get out and have some fun. Please, sweetheart, I’d like to see you make an effort.” 
        I was about to bark a remark, but instead, bit my tongue and kept it to myself. She was concerned and knew the shattering pain I’d suffered from Michael’s death, because she’d suffered just as well through my dad’s infidelity and the divorce. 
        My dad didn’t die, but his disloyal acts sent her on a heart-shattering, downward spiral. I was glad she pulled out of it. She’d left Booze Land and was happy again. She proved that a heart could be mended, even after it was battered and as long as the heart possessed a heartbeat, there was hope. 
        With a half-smile, I breathed, “I know. I’ll try.” 
        Try. It was all I could do these days. It’d been three years since Michael’s death, but it could just as well have been three days. Some days were easier than others, but there were too many quiet moments— blank spaces quickly filled with memories of him. It was during these moments, I’d break down all over again. And each time, I had to find a way to pick up the pieces, to fit them back together and start again. 
         My life had altered that day in the cemetery. I’d seen things very few human eyes had ever witnessed. The reality of a secret world existing within ours. Angels and demons. Good vs. evil. It was all real. 
         And since the day in the cemetery, I’d had no contact with Michael. I knew he was still around watching over me from time to time, but there had been no special visitations like before. No dreams, no visions, no heavenly apparitions. But knowing he had a job to do made it a little easier.
         Sometimes, I felt his presence, especially on days I needed it most. While other days, I felt nothing. But I knew he was still out there. Somewhere. Both of us keeping busy, biding our time until we met again. 
         I’d been told, time and time again, “You need to move on, Lizzy.” 
         But I couldn’t. No one understood my heart. It belonged to Michael, and I wasn’t ready to give it to anyone else.
         It didn’t help either that everything around me still reminded me of him. 
         On my finger, I still wore the ring he’d given me, and around my neck, the locket. The new car— exact make and model— was sitting in my garage, gifted to me by his parents. Every time I sat in it, a flood of memories overwhelmed me. Which is why I still drove my old, beat-up Jeep. It’d been good to me. 
         After dinner, my mom walked me to my car, while Fred stayed inside and cleared the table. I knew she wasn’t finished doling out motherly advice. Her sobriety had kicked it into hyperdrive, attempting to make up for the lost years, and then some. 
         “Thanks for dinner,” I said, unlocking the Jeep door. “It was delicious.” 
         “Fred is an amazing cook,” she replied, a half smile curled on her lips. “But I did help make the garlic bread and salad.” 
          “The garlic bread was excellent.”
          “Thanks.” Her face lit up briefly before her eyes narrowed on me. 
           I looked down as she took hold of my hand. 
          “I really want you to relax and have fun this week. You need it.” 
           My heart pinched. “I know.” 
          “Promise me you’ll make an honest attempt to let people in.” 
           I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I promise.” 
           She leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Good. Call me when you arrive and when you get back. It’ll keep my nerves at bay. But most of all, just remember to have fun.” 
           “I will,” I said, hugging her. 
           “I love you, sweetheart,” she said, her eyes tearing. 
           “I love you too, Mom.” 
            I gave her one last hug before jumping in the Jeep and driving away. 
            Having fun took a lot of effort these days. Yes, I’d separated myself from the outside world, but it was because I didn’t want to deal with people. Fake people. And to top it off, I had dead people haunting me, sharing with me their sometimes gruesome deaths, begging me to make things right, here on Earth. It was mentally and emotionally draining, and I wasn’t so sure I’d be able to deal with it for much longer. 
            At least I had never run into a poltergeist— those mischievous spirits were known to cause disorder and chaos, physically throwing and touching things. Thank God for small favors. 
            As it neared midnight, I slipped under my covers. My stomach knotted as thoughts of traveling from Alaska to a college campus thousands of miles away whirled in my mind. Sighing, I reassured myself I’d only have to endure it for a week. Nothing major could happen in a week, right? 
            I flipped to my side and pulled the blanket over my head, leaving a small space for my mouth and nose to breathe out of. I didn’t want any spirits bothering me tonight. And I was glad when sleep quickly found me.
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Cameo Renae was born in San Francisco, raised in Maui, Hawaii, and now resides with her husband and children in Alaska. She's a daydreamer, caffeine and peppermint addict, who loves to laugh, and loves to read to escape reality. 

One of her greatest joys is creating fantasy worlds filled with adventure and romance and sharing it with others. It is the love of her family and amazing support of her fans that keeps her going. 

One day she hopes to find her own magic wardrobe and ride away on her magical unicorn. Until then...she'll keep writing!

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