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Dead Dreams by Emma RightEighteen-year-old Brie O’Mara has so much going for her: a loving family in the sidelines, an heiress for a roommate, and dreams that might just come true. Big dreams--of going to acting school, finishing college and making a name for herself.
She is about to be the envy of everyone she knew. What more could she hope for? Except her dreams are about to lead her down the road to nightmares. Nightmares that could turn into a deadly reality.

Dead Dreams, Book 1, a young adult psychological thriller and
contemporary mystery.

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About the Author

Emma Right is a happy wife and homeschool mother of five living in the Pacific

West Coast of the USA. Besides running a busy home, and looking after their five
pets, which includes two cats, two bunnies and a Long-haired dachshund, she also
writes stories for her children. When she doesn't have her nose in a book, she is
telling her kids to get theirs in one.
Right worked as a copywriter for two major advertising agencies and won several

awards, including the prestigious Clio Award for her ads, before she settled down to
have children.

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EXCERPT

Chapter Four

That evening, Sarah came home with a patch on her arm. I thought she looked pale.
“What happened?” I asked, pointing at the tape on the inside of her arm.
“Had to get to the doctor’s again. Just a blood test.”
“You’re not super sick, are you?” Thoughts of cancer ran through my mind. My dad was a doctor and always brought home horror stories. “Have you been having hot flashes?”
“Do I look menopausal?”
“Hot flashes—that’s one of the symptoms of cancer. I saw you shivering the first day you came here. At the interview.”
Sarah barked out a laugh. “Don’t be silly. I’m healthy as a horse. What did the cops want?”
“The ones I met downstairs earlier?”
“Did you speak with any others?”
“No. Mrs. Mott thought she saw prowlers. They just want to see if I saw anything out of the ordinary.”
“Just keep me out of it, whatever it is.” She slunk to her bedroom, but before she slammed the door, I hollered after her.
“Don’t worry, the US government isn’t after you.” Paranoia runs in her veins, I mumbled to myself. But still, I was worried for her. If she was ill, with some blood disease or something horrible, would she tell me?
Sarah glared at me as she turned and closed the door.

Later that evening, as we wolfed down some sushi takeout, I persisted with the same meet-my-friends theme. “You should hang out with some of my friends.” Not that I had too many chums to boast of, or had I the luxury to socialize much with time being my enemy. “If you’re going to make the Bay Area your home, it can’t hurt to meet new people around here.”
“I have enough friends.” Really? Who? I was going to ask, but didn’t.
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