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Incredible
Dreams

INCREDIBLE DREAMS is the story of a modern-day ghost whisperer who travels
through time to save the life of a WWII fighter pilot and ends up
jeopardizing her own existence.

Izzy Miller prefers to call herself a spiritual therapist because she
thinks it makes her sound more professional than plain old ghost-whisperer.
She expects her latest project to be quick and easy because exorcising
military personnel is pretty routine. But there’s nothing easy or
routineabout Captain Jack Baker–he’s a rather forgetful spirit and
somewhat mischievous. And even though he’s intrigued by the US Government’s
latest attempt to remove him from the only place he can ever remember
being…he has no intentions of going anywhere.

Plans to exorcise Jack are quickly sidelined when Izzy discovers a portal
into the past inside her dreams and sets out to change his fate. Trouble
is…when she gets back there, she can’t remember anything but her name.
She still sees ghosts, but is far less accepting of her gift. And, to make
matters worse, a demonic force pretending to be the forgetful heroine’s
sister has her own plans–to steal Izzy’s soul.

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About the Author

Sandra is an
award-winning author of romance. She has eclectic tastes, penning tales in
a variety of genres such as paranormal (mostly time travel and
reincarnation), contemporary and suspense. She lives in the U.S. (west
coast) with her husband, two kids, four dogs and one very temperamental
feline. Sandra’s books often push the envelope and step outside the
boundaries of conventional romance.

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And now the great excerpt!

This was going to be fun. His resounding laughter echoed through the room
and he leaned back in the chair.
Her head jerked sideways, her eyes darting toward him.
Anticipation leaned him forward in the chair. “Can you see me?” He waited,
hoping for a positive response.

Nothing.

“Can you hear me?” Jack wouldn’t give up easily. She may not see him or
even hear him, but his exorciser sensed his presence. That could prove disastrous for Jack. If
she truly knew he was there, then he had to accept the probability that she could also send him
to his maker. Not what Jack had in mind.

“I know you’re here,” she muttered. She searched the space around her like
she thought he’d appear at any moment. “You might as well show yourself.” He wasn’t
surprised when she stopped and her stare holed through him.
Pink fingernails marched a replicated sequence along the desk top and
drummed out a song of exasperation. She was as determined to drive him out as he was to stay
put. Fascinating.

“In due time, darlin’. In due time.” He chuckled, amused by her resolve.
She tilted her head toward the nearest box and grabbed the top file. “It’s
going to be a long night.” She propped her feet on the desk and leaned back in the chair,
looked at the front of the folder and yawned. Instead of opening it, she laid it against her chest and
folded her arms over it.

Her eyes fluttered shut. No doubt, some trick to lure him into a false
sense of security.

“Okay, so you can’t hear me, and you don’t see me, but you know I’m here.”
Or she knows somebody’s here, crossed Jack’s mind as an afterthought.
He flew across the room and landed on the desk. Looking at her, he cocked
his head. Communicating with an exorcist was dangerous and he’d never had the desire.
Until now. Making an appearance might be risky, but Jack loved a challenge.
Her head dropped, leaning to one side. He liked the way her
curiously-colored hair draped itself alongside her face. She had flawless features, except for a small
scar next to her eye. Chicken Pox? Jack’s failing memories, or the fact that he was dead, didn’t stop him from
wanting to make physical contact. He longed to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin.
Battling reluctance, he reached up to brush the tresses from her cheek. His fingers slipped through
her hair and skimmed the side of her head.
Her eyes shot open. The once clear ocean grew turbulent as her baby-blues
intensified.

She released a jagged breath and jumped back. The manila folder fell to the
floor and her chair slammed into the wall. “Shit!”
Her brow wrinkled with shock, surprise, then belief. The expression on her
face changed, turning pale and patient and somehow pensive, as if she wanted to say
something but couldn’t.

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