And in some
ways, you'd be right. I actually get paid to study
people's dreams. It comes much easier than my employers at
the Sleep Center suspect; after all, I, Dawn, am the
daughter of the king of the dream world, and I can roam
the dreams of others, battling the nightmares that plague
them.
I call it a nightmare . . .
Honestly, I could use a good night's sleep. But ever since
I met Noah Clarke, I'm even more torn between the two
worlds: smart, sexy, and able to control his own dreams,
Noah could be my perfect man—except he's being stalked in
his sleep by an unearthly evil, hell-bent on destroying
him . . . and the entire world.