Friday, June 12, 2009

Worst Nightmares by Shane Briant

Dermot Nolan is an internationally bestselling author. His recent book even won the coveted British Booker prize. However, Dermot just cannot seem to get his thoughts together for his next novel, and the clock is ticking. He has already spent his half a million dollar advance, he's selling his artwork to pay the bills, and his agent won't stop calling.

When an elderly homeless man stuffs a manuscript into Dermot's mailbox, he jumps at it for ideas. But the story is a crudely handwritten diary about nightmares, which isn't something Dermot would normally write about. So he tosses it into the trash in frustration.

However, his wife and editor Neela, sees potential in the manuscript and urges Dermot to have another look. If Stephen King could do it, why couldn't Dermot? So Dermot takes a deeper look at the manuscript, and before long he realizes that the crimes are real.

The diarist of the manuscript is the Dream Healer. He lures his prey to his website by random flyers. He urges them to share their nightmares so that he can help heal them. But in retrospect, what really happens is that he stalks them until he brings their nightmares into reality.

Dermot, predictably, rewrites the manuscript and has it published as his own. It is a nationwide sensation. But someone else digs into Dermot's new novel, crime journalist Jeff Schipp. He receives tips that are too similar to Dermot's book to be coincidence. Dermot Nolan is soon living his own nightmare as the police get involved.

WORST NIGHTMARES is a superb debut. An addictive, terrifying and heart-stopping ride that will keep you up at night. If you love thrillers, you won't want to miss this one!

Author's Web Page

On Mr. Briant's site - you can enter to win your own copy of Worst Nightmares - Here

1 comment:

  1. Cool! This sounds interesting. I've entered for a chance to win a copy. Thank you for sharing =)

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