[ VOLUMES 1-3 NOW COMPLETE.] Emery Ashworth is a dreamhunter. She spends her time fighting the nightmares of mankind with her partner, Wes, the lowest-ranking boy in her class and the biggest pain in Emery's neck. When Emery and Wes are sent to gather intelligence on a rogue dreamhunter, their bickering lands them in the midst of the Dream-humanity's collective subconscious, where real matter warps until it can no longer return to the waking world-pursued by one of the most dangerous dreamhunters on Earth. Traversing the darkest parts of the human mind and hunted by an unbeatable foe, the two must work together to return to their families, their friends, and their lives before the Dream unravels them both. *** The Children of Hypnos appears in my second novel, ELIZA AND HER MONSTERS. It's the main character Eliza's favorite book series. If you enjoy this, definitely check out ELIZA AND HER MONSTERS and my other books!

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.