You may call it a dream job . . .

And in some ways, you''d be right. I actually get paid to study people''s dreams. It comes much easier than my employers at the Sleep Center suspect; after all, I, Dawn, am the daughter of the king of the dream world, and I can roam the dreams of others, battling the nightmares that plague them.

I call it a nightmare . . .

Honestly, I could use a good night''s sleep. But ever since I met Noah Clarke, I''m even more torn between the two worlds: smart, sexy, and able to control his own dreams, Noah could be my perfect man—except he''s being stalked in his sleep by an unearthly evil, hell-bent on destroying him . . . and the entire world.

You may call it a dream job . . .

And in some ways, you''d be right. I actually get paid to study people''s dreams. It comes much easier than my employers at the Sleep Center suspect; after all, I, Dawn, am the daughter of the king of the dream world, and I can roam the dreams of others, battling the nightmares that plague them.

I call it a nightmare . . .

Honestly, I could use a good night''s sleep. But ever since I met Noah Clarke, I''m even more torn between the two worlds: smart, sexy, and able to control his own dreams, Noah could be my perfect man—except he''s being stalked in his sleep by an unearthly evil, hell-bent on destroying him . . . and the entire world.