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Dream Miner (Sneak Peek) - Lakisha Spletzer

Dream Miner (Sneak Peek) - Lakisha Spletzer

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West Branch CBI agent Verity Sanchez is tracking a killer who leaves no clues. The killer is able to invade her dreams, leaving her on edge and on the verge of a mental breakdown.

East Branch CBI agent Erik Malone arrives to help with the case. He is keeping a secret that could destroy the budding romance between himself and Verity.

Hampering their efforts in the case is Verity's obsessive and abusive ex-lover, Javan Barlow. Javan is determined that no man shall have Verity.

As the body count and dreams increase, Verity must find a way to end both or be consumed by
the twisted desires of a killer.
West Branch CBI agent Verity Sanchez is tracking a killer who leaves no clues. The killer is able to invade her dreams, leaving her on edge and on the verge of a mental breakdown.

East Branch CBI agent Erik Malone arrives to help with the case. He is keeping a secret that could destroy the budding romance between himself and Verity.

Hampering their efforts in the case is Verity's obsessive and abusive ex-lover, Javan Barlow. Javan is determined that no man shall have Verity.

As the body count and dreams increase, Verity must find a way to end both or be consumed by
the twisted desires of a killer.

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Published by: Lakisha Spletzer on Jul 31, 2011
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Copyright © 2011 Lakisha Spletzer. All rights reserved.This excerpt is an original publication of Lakisha Spletzer.http://www.kishazworld.comThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author'simagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businessestablishments, events or locales is entirely incidental.Without limiting the rights under the copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may bereproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means(electronic, mechanical, by photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written permissionof the copyright owner and the publisher of the book.The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the Internet or by any other means withoutthe permission of the author is illegal and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized printedor electronic editions and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials.Your support of the author's rights is appreciated.
 
The cheap motel room reeked of stale cigarettes and too much sex. Neither appealed to him atthe moment. He was here, hiding away from the world that mocked his genius. Well, he would showthem. First, though, he needed her, the one with the sad brown eyes.She called to his heart, made him want to protect her from the idiots that dared to harm her.Beneath her sadness was strength, something she would need to be by his side. Hell was coming and heits harbinger.He knew she would understand because she was like him: flawed, beautiful and deadly. Shehadn't awakened the beast of death that slumbered in her heart, but soon she would. He had plans in place for that.Disgusted by his bloody gloves, he peeled them off and tossed them in the garbage bag at hisfeet.The girl on the bed stared back at him with those lifeless eyes. Stupid girl had been eager tomake a quick buck. When he told her what he wanted, she refused and tried to run. Her one and onlymistake. After he finished and her screams ceased, he washed her and put her on the bed.“Must be tidy. Always tidy or mama will lock you away,” he giggled.Abruptly he stopped and glared. The girl on the bed was not her. Of course she didn'tunderstand or appreciate his skills. That's why the game needed to be played. And if the girl with thesad brown eyes won, together they would bring Hell to all their persecutors.He spared the dead girl one last glance. “Good-bye girlie. Thank you for the fun time.” He picked up his garbage bag and left the room.The light outside blinded him for a brief moment. He got in his hovercar and twenty minuteslater strolled into his office.“Good afternoon, Frannie.”“Good afternoon, Mr. Bairston. You have new messages and a dinner party at six.”His administrative assistant smiled and he smirked. She was middle-aged and harbored a secret

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