Title: Dangerous Designs (Designs #1)
Author: by Dale Mayer
Published by Valley Publishing (Indie)
Length: 200 pages (eBook format)
Genre: YA Fantasy Romance -Contains elements of action and adventure
Where to buy: – Amazon
Drawing is her world…but when her new pencil comes alive, it’s his world too.
Her… Storey Dalton is seventeen and now boyfriendless after being dumped via Facebook. Drawing is her escape. It’s like as soon as she gets down one image, a dozen more are pressing in on her. Then she realizes her pictures are almost drawing themselves…or is it that her new pencil is alive?
Him… Eric Jordan is a new Ranger and the only son of the Councilman to his world. He’s crossed the veil between dimensions to retrieve a lost stylus. But Storey is already experimenting with her new pencil and what her drawings can do – like open portals.
It… The stylus is a soul-bound intelligence from Eric’s dimension on Earth and uses Storey’s unsuspecting mind to seek its way home, giving her an unbelievable power. She unwittingly opens a third dimension, one that held a dangerous predatory species banished from Eric’s world centuries ago, releasing these animals into both dimensions.
Them… Once in Eric’s homeland, Storey is blamed for the calamity sentenced to death. When she escapes, Eric is ordered to bring her back or face that same death penalty. With nothing to lose, can they work together across dimensions to save both their worlds?
“Storey, is that you, honey?”
Her mother knocked on the door and pushed it open, the light from the hallway lighting the few silver strands in her otherwise brown hair. “Can’t you sleep?”
“Sorry if I woke you.” Storey sat up, brushing her own jet black hair back off her face. “Just a bad dream.”
“That’s because you didn’t have any dinner. I checked up on you after the meeting finished. You’d fallen asleep.” Her mother’s fingers twisted around a dangling lock of hair as she stepped into the room. She bit her lip. “Storey, you have to eat. You’re already skinny enough.”
Bone rack is what a jock had called her last month. Looking down, Storey realized they could be right. Her hip bones stuck out to match her big elbows. And her body had developed to the point where she barely missed the skinny scarecrow look. Too bad. She might have been able to make that work.
“I’m eating, Mom. They had pizza in class today, so I didn’t need my lunch. Ate that on the way home.” That was a lie. Still, she had more important things to worry about than food.
Relief washed over her mom’s pretty face. “Oh, I’m so glad to hear that. Sometimes I worry about you.”
Sometimes? Didn’t she mean all the time? Was that normal for moms? Then again, there was a world of difference between normal and her mother.
“What time is it?” Storey looked out the window. Blackness stared back.
“It’s just a little after midnight. Please get into your pajamas. You don’t want to be sleeping in those jeans.” She backed up to the open door. “If you’re all right, I’ll say good night. It is witching hour, after all.” With a carefree grin, her mom closed the door.
Witching hour. Right. Only in her house. Sighing at her mother’s antics, Storey collapsed down on her covers and fell into a light, troubled sleep.
She sighed. “What now, Mom?”
No answer. She sat up and glanced at the closed door. Weird. She could’ve sworn she’d heard someone calling her. Lying down again, she pulled her blankets over top, not bothering to get changed into her nightclothes.
She bolted upright. That’s it. Who the hell was playing games with her?
Throwing back the blankets, Storey knelt on her bed. “Who said that?” she hissed into the early morning air. Not trusting the gloomy light, she flicked her bedside lamp on, quickly scanning the room. Empty. “I am so losing it. This is nuts.”
Her gaze landed on the backpack on her floor. Her eyes widened. Oh no.
“No, no. Hell, no.” She shook her head, slowly at first then more wildly. “This can’t be happening. It’s a picture. Nothing more. Nothing less. I created you. I can destroy you.”
That’s exactly what she was going to do. She dragged the backpack onto her bed and opened it. The knot defied her first and second attempts, before she managed to pull the laces apart and yank out her sketchpad. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but enough is enough.”
She flipped to the last page she’d been working on and grabbed it at the top left and pulled. It wouldn’t tear off. She tightened her grip and tried again. It refused to budge. Scared now, she threw it on the floor and in a fit of defiance, she jumped on it.
And fell through the picture, through the floor even.
She went right through the doorway in her picture.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Dale Mayer is a prolific multi-published writer. She’s best known for her Psychic Visions series. Besides her romantic suspense/thrillers, Dale also writes paranormal romance and crossover young adult books in several different genres. To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series . All her books are available in print format as well. Visit Dale online at: Website — Twitter — Facebook
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Prize is 15 eBook copies of “Dangerous Designs (Book #1)” and
“Deadly Designs (Book #2)” (1 set each to 15 winners).
Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Dec 9.