Title: DREAM MAKER
Genre: YA Contemporary Fantasy
Word Count: 60,000
Written off as "crazy" after witnessing her parents' abduction when she was four, Avery Carmichael bounces from foster home to foster home. Worse than that, no one believes her side of the story. The police insist her parents weren’t taken—they were murdered. And now, thirteen years later, her dreams are coming to life.
But no one listens to her—except Mason Greer.
He knows Avery is a Dreamer—a person with the ability to bring their dreams to life. He also knows what really happened to her parents. She was right, they weren’t killed; they were kidnapped by a sinister group called the Dream Catchers. These people will do anything to get their hands on a Dreamer—especially one as powerful as Avery will become—and harness her power for evil.
Now Avery must fight her fear of trusting others because Mason is the only link to her past. He’s the only one who can help prove what she’s known all along. And he’s the only one who can help her escape the Dream Catchers. Because if they fail and Avery falls victim to the Dream Catchers, they could use her dreams to change the world into a living nightmare.
Despite my attempt to block it, his fist connects with the left side of my rib cage, forcing me down onto my back. He appears above me, eyes tight, lips pulled into a thin line. His gaze searches my face, judging me. Waiting to see what I’ll do next.
"Again," I say through clenched teeth as I pick myself up off the ground. My clothes are caked in mud, soaked through to my skin from melting snow. He’s knocked me on my ass today more times than I care to count. Or admit. The majority of the time I put up a better fight.
"The problem is son," Dad says, crouching into a fighting stance, "you're thinking too much. You’ve got to relax. Your life, as well as the Dreamers, depends solely on you."
"Easier said than done,” I say. He’s not the one being shipped south. He’s not the one risking his life.
Dad shifts his stance, his body language telling me to charge. I run at him as fast as my bruised legs will allow. But he dodges my attack and it’s not long before he hits me. Hard. My body slams into the ground forcing air from my lungs. I lay down on the cool earth until I can breathe again. At least he doesn't squash me. Yet.
"You know what to do, most days. You’ll be fine if you keep your head in the game. Just don’t forget the sunscreen.” His laugh echoes across the empty practice field.