Dream Vacation

Thanks to her unique ability to step into other people’s dreams, Dr. Sara Alderson has solved murders, unraveled conspiracies and saved lives. But when a crisis hits close to home, even her supernatural gift might not be enough to save the day.

On a family vacation to Paris, Sara’s fifteen-year-old daughter Grace disappears without a trace. The only way to find her is through Sara’s dreams. But her gift has taken an unwanted vacation, and without it, Sara has no idea how to rescue Grace. In a foreign city, with no clues, and her dreaming talent failing her for the first time, Sara must figure out another way to find Grace before it’s too late.

Dream Vacation is the seventh book of the Dream Doctor Mysteries

Read an excerpt:

A couple of days later, I was at the hospital, chatting with a patient, and she had the TV on in her room. She was watching an old rerun of “I Dream of Jeannie” and I had my brainstorm. Brian could dress up as Major Nelson, and I could be Jeannie.

It sounded like fun, at the time. And Brian was fine with it. But, now, looking at myself in the bedroom mirror, I realize just how terrible an idea it was.

I look ridiculous with this awful blonde wig And Barbara Eden might have been around my age when she played Jeannie, but our measurements don’t exactly match – I have too much belly and not nearly enough chest to properly wear this outfit! And, to top it off, I don’t have the faintest idea how they managed to keep her navel covered. Unless I tape these horrible harem pants to myself, I’m going to be showing my belly button to half the town – not to mention most of my coworkers and all my children’s friends.

I don’t know how long I’ve been standing in front of the mirror, growing steadily more depressed, when Brian enters the bedroom. I don’t turn; I just watch his reflection. He – oh, God! – in that uniform, all pressed and neat, fitting him so perfectly, I’m just speechless. He’s so – so – I’d say sexy, but that doesn’t even begin to cover it. The sight of him makes me completely forget how inadequate I feel in this outfit.

He stops a couple of feet from me, and I turn to look at him. If I didn’t know better, I would almost think, the way he’s staring at me, that he’s just as taken with me as I am with him.

He’s still staring, and after a moment or two, I have no choice. I have to believe it – he doesn’t care one bit that I don’t fill the costume out the way Barbara Eden did. His breathing is becoming rapid, he’s tensing up and – well, in every way, I can see exactly how he feels. He takes the two steps over to me, pulls me into his arms…

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