Cover feature and excerpt: DreamKiller by Heather Hildenbrand

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They call her the DreamKiller.

Silent, stealthy, and above all, accurate, as long as she carries out exactly what her dreams predict. Marlena Gormand kills to protect. Herself. Her way of life. The children at Little Hearts Orphanage. Until she learns these are not the reasons she’s been asked to kill. Not at all.

Azura Mkesky is the headmistress of Little Hearts Orphanage and the only parent-figure Marlena remembers. Azura taught Marlena everything she knows, from her combat skills to her unswerving loyalty to their cause. And Azura has always been there for her. But Azura has a secret. One that she’s used and manipulated Marlena and everyone else in order to protect.

Lukas Hristov knows Azura’s heart is dark—from both personal experience and the visions provided by his Sight. For too long, he’s stood aside while Azura’s reach of power and deception expands. When he can take it no longer and emerges from the shadows, he comes face to face with Marlena. For him, she is where it began. And she is where it ends. He is determined to make this right, to make her believe the truth.

And as the story unravels, Marlena begins to question whose secrets her dreams really protect.

 

 

As a special treat I also have an excerpt of Chapter 1 posted below

~Chapter One~ This wasn’t going to be easy. Marlena squared her shoulders. She’d have to do it anyway. There was no time now. She looked up through the glass ceiling at the moon one last time. It was fading from red to white with each passing second. It had to happen now or not at all. With superhuman strength and speed, she leaped from her hiding place high above the crowd and dropped to her feet. She weaved quickly in and out until her targets were within reach. She was careful to keep her hood pulled down until she reached the far end of the plaza. No one gave her a second look, including the two men she shadowed. Years of training had given Marlena the ability to blend into a crowd. Humans often only noticed the blatantly obvious. The shorter of the two men spoke quietly to the valet and handed him a ticket. Then he rejoined his friend at the curb as the valet wandered off. When the men were alone, she made her move. She had exactly thirty seconds until the valet brought their car around. She sprang forward, snapping their necks so quickly that the second one didn’t even have time to scream before it was his turn to die. When she was done, she faded back into the shadows, her mission complete. ***
-- Heather Hildenbrand Author of the Dirty Blood series --
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