I’ve started a daily contest on Twitter – all you need to do is follow me (my handle is @JJDiBenedetto, or you can go to: https://twitter.com/jjdibenedetto) and watch my feed.

Every day, I’m going to post my Quote of the Day (you can also look for the #QOTD hashtag to find it).  The first person to guess who said each day’s quote wins a free ebook or audiobook from the Dream Series.

In case you missed the quotes from Monday and Tuesday, which nobody has guessed yet, they were:

Monday:

“That is good news, isn’t it.  If in doubt, then fire and acid every time, don’t you think?”

and Tuesday:

“We’ll recognize it when we see it, even if we don’t recognize it when we see it, if it’s the only thing that’s there.”

They’re both pretty obscure, to be fair.

Wednesday’s quote was guessed fairly quickly:

“Be afraid.  Be very afraid.”

Which, of course, is from the 1986 remake of “The Fly”, and the line is spoken by Veronica Quaife (Geena Davis), in reference to Jeff Goldblum’s horrific transformation.

Today’s #QOTD will be sent out on Twitter after noon…

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Today only, you can get book #3 of the Dream Series, DREAM CHILD, for just $0.99!

Dr. Sara Alderson can deal with eighty-hour workweeks as a resident at Children’s Hospital. Dealing with crises in the Emergency Room or the OR is second nature to her. But now she faces a challenge that all of her training and experience hasn’t prepared her for: Lizzie, her four-year-old daughter, has inherited her ability to see other people’s dreams.

After Lizzie befriends a young boy on a trip to Washington, DC, and then wakes up in a panic that night because of a “bad funny dream,” Sara knows exactly what it means: her daughter is visiting the boy’s dreams. Complicating matters is the fact that the boy’s father is a Congressman, and he’s dreaming about a “scary man in a big black car” threatening his Daddy.

Unraveling a case of political corruption and blackmail would be hard enough for Sara under the best of circumstances. But when she has to view everything through the eyes of a toddler, it may be an impossible task.

(it’s available as a fantastic Audible Audiobook, too!)

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The new book int he Dream Series launches on May 22nd, but here’s another little excerpt from the book…

When I get to room 2, I see at a glance that Connie looks terrible.  She’s got no color at all.  She stares up at me, and I can read the question in her eyes.  I shake my head.  “We’ll take care of you, Connie.  We’ll have you home before you know it.”  I say it with a lot more confidence than I feel.  The little confidence I do have begins to fade when I check her vitals.  This is exactly how Michael’s were when he was brought in.  And two months after his death, I’m still no closer to knowing why he died.

On the plus side, Connie is an adult, with a stronger body to try and fight this – whatever it is – off.  Hopefully, that’ll be worth something.  “She’s been like this all weekend, Doctor,” Julia says, and it’s only now that I take notice of her.  She’s the spitting image of her mother – just like I am of mine.

“Do you know when it started?”

Julia answers me.  “I noticed Saturday morning she was looking really tired, all day long.”

“Thursday,” Connie pipes up, barely louder than a whisper.  “Thought it was a cold.  Thought it would go away on its own.”

That’s exactly what we all thought about Michael’s illness, at first.  And we – I – wasted a day before sending out tests to try and track down what was wrong with him.  Not this time.  “Monica, let’s get a full panel on her.  The works.”  While she begins to prep Connie to draw blood, I fill out the sheet authorizing the tests, and I check just about every box.

You can pre-order it at Amazon right now!

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So it’s time for another edition of the My Sexy Saturday blog hop.  This week, I’ve got a scene from the very first book in the Dream Series.  It’s the morning after Sara and brian have gone to bed together for the first time…

“I’m not saying this for your ego, I really mean it–it’s never been like that before for me.”  But then again, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.  I’ve never needed someone the way I do now.  And I’ve definitely never lost myself in it the way I did–we did–last night.  I’m sure that’s got a lot to do with it.

I’m glad it was like that for him.  They say you always remember your first time, and–this is exactly the kind of thing Beth meant when she said I’m a hopeless romantic–it’s supposed to be special and wonderful and perfect and all of that.  I’d say that last night qualified on that count.

I wish my first time had been like that, instead of what it was, with Richard, the time I didn’t want to think about this morning.  Rotten, awful, terrible, pick your adjective.  And I can’t think of another time that I’ve ever felt worse about myself.

We lie in bed a little longer and he asks me something else.  “What happened to you?” and as he asks he’s got his hand on my belly.  Right over my scar.

“Oh, that?  You noticed it?”  It’s funny.  The two boyfriends I’ve had since it happened never noticed, or if they did they never bothered to ask.

“Well, I saw it last night, and after about two seconds it went right out of my mind,” he says, going quite red.

“I should hope so,” I laugh.  “Anyway, I had my appendix out, senior year of high school.”

“Really?”

“The night before the prom.”

The book is FREE on Kindle!

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Welcome to the Hot for Friday blog hop, and this week’s theme is a “Hot Kiss.”  I’ve got a sweet moment from the end of book one of the Dream Series, DREAM STUDENT:

 “So what happened to me?”

That’s less funny.  “Your right ankle is broken, you’re probably going to have that cast for six weeks or so.  And you’ve got some bruised ribs.  And,” she’s fighting to suppress a giggle.  “A laceration of your left buttock.  You landed on a nail when you went down the stairs.”

“I don’t understand.  That’s not funny.”  I don’t think I appreciate her laughing at my injuries.

“No, it’s not.”  Except obviously it somehow is.  “Just–I guess you better not ever break up with Brian, otherwise you’ll have to explain to your next boyfriend why you’ve got a scar on your butt.”  If I had enough energy, I’d try to sit up and smack her.

Brian picks that moment to walk in the door, bouquet in hand.  “Those are so pretty,” I say.  “So nice.  Come here.”

Beth takes the flowers out of his hand as he leans over me.  I can’t pull myself up, but–I don’t have to.  Brian’s found the lever to raise me up, and now my head is level with his, and he kisses me.

“I was so scared, when you fell.  I saw you were breathing, but–God, I don’t ever want to lose you.”  That was the worst moment out of all of it, that first instant when I didn’t know if he was–if he was alive.

“I don’t want to lose you, either.  Why don’t we just never lose each other, how about that?”

I kiss him; it seems like a good answer.

It’s all the answer either of us needs.

It’s FREE on Kindle!

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I’m thrilled to be participtating in a Facebook event to promote audiobooks – both mine and those of several other fantastic authors.  Click the link above to join the event, and you’ll be eligible to win free copies of the audiobooks, as well as checking out a whole bunch of great authors!

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Welcome to my stop on the weekly Paranormal Love Wednesday blog hop.

Here’s a moment from book two of the Dream Series, DREAM DOCTOR.  This is from the prologue…

Sara is surprised, but only for an instant; then it becomes clear to her what’s going on.  This has happened before; this is not her dream at all.  She doesn’t cry, or scream; she simply closes her eyes and pleads – already knowing she will not be answered – “Please, God, not again!”

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I open my eyes, and I know before I can even force them to focus what I’m going to see.  The clock reads 3:05 AM.

It was always three o’clock in the morning last time, too.  At least I didn’t wake up screaming.  Or bite off Mister Pennington’s arm again – my stuffed rabbit is still in one piece, right here in the bed with me.  I didn’t even wake up Lumpy, who’s living up to his name, snoring away at the foot of the bed all tangled up in the sheets, or Beth, down on the floor, looking more comfortable sleeping on an inflatable mattress than I would ever be.

I’m not going to tell her about this.  Or Brian.  Or anybody.  Especially not today.

It’s almost funny, except it isn’t at all.  I haven’t had any of these dreams in a year and a half, not since “it” happened – except one time, last summer.  When Brian was dreaming about me, and I saw it.  But that was the only time.

Talk about luck.  Of all the times for this to start back up, for my brain to start picking up signals again, it has to be the night before my wedding.

The book is on sale for just $0.99!

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