Author Guest Post: Jacqueline Paige

Today I am please to welcome Jacqueline Paige.  Let’s hear what she has to say.


When the Characters keep going…

A scene came to me one night—as it seems all of my book ideas appear inside my head when I am trying to fall asleep . . .

“Tell me your name.”


The unfamiliar voice was intense, yet gentle, and it resonated in all the right places inside of her.  “Jennah Best.” She glanced around, trying to place where they were.


“I’m Dominic.”


His voice was so close to her ear, she jumped and looked behind her.  Several inches above her face, she peered into dark, mesmerizing brown eyes.  “Where are we?”  She skimmed over his short, black hair and broad, shadowed jaw as she waited for an answer. 


He smiled at her. “Where would you like to be?”


She laughed.  “A thousand places, but that’s not the point—where are we?”  Jennah tried again to recognize something, everything seemed obscured, yet he was right in front of her and very clear.  “Do I know you?”


“No, but we are changing that.”  He smiled at her again and she couldn’t help but smile back.  He held out one large hand to her.  “Walk with me.”


It wasn’t really a question, or an order, and she did want to know what was going on, so she put her hand in his and flushed a little when she felt the heat as his large hand close around hers.  She had almost been thinking she was dreaming this.  “I don’t mean to sound so repetitive, but where are we, Dominic?”


He walked slowly beside her for a few moments and then stopped and gazed down at her again.  “It’s difficult to explain, but we’re in a place where few can go.”


And that was it, the beginning of another story.  When I first sat down to write In Our Dream, it was meant to be a single novella length story.  The story was plotted (inside my head) and the characters that fit the parts found me without any wrong turns. 

I was happy with the concept and the writing came easy.  Did it stay that way?  No.  Before I was finished the story a second story was being pushed into my head by my muse.  The characters weren’t finished yet and they weren’t going to let me rest until I at least jotted down all of their ideas on what they should do next. 

Shortly after I finished In Our Dream I began writing From A Dream.   Both were published as e-formatted novella’s and seemed to be liked well enough by readers.  The characters too were pleased with where I had left off with them and for me that was a relief.

With many other works underway I really didn’t give that two part story much thought when the contracted rights were completed.  I filed them away and thought that maybe eventually I’d see about having them re-released someday.

That didn’t happen.  While in the middle of edits for a much larger project characters from my little Dream series came back to me—and would not let me rest until I listened.  They were not happy with being tucked away in the ‘someday’ folder!  At first I wasn’t sure what I could possibly do with the story line, but the two secondary characters had their own ideas.  Before I knew it my present WIP was pushed aside so I could tell the third part of the story, After The Dream.

Now the three novellas’s for the Dream series are under one cover titled Dreams. 

And there will not be any more sequels.  (Right?)


By Jacqueline Paige


ISBN-13: 978-1466335509  

ISBN-10: 1466335505


Genre: Fiction / Romance / Paranormal


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Her world is calm and predictable until one night, one costume party and one sexy masked man happen.

Blurb for Behind the Mask

In a fit of temper, Gracelyn’s only sister curses her so she’s forgotten the moment anyone turns away from her. Only one thing, at an exact moment, can break the curse.  After years of failed attempts, she is forced to accept living her life completely alone.   Her world becomes calm and predictable —until one Halloween night … one costume party … and one masquerading man change everything.



He froze when he stood at the bottom of the stairs. The pungent odor of dark magic filled his nostrils and put him on alert. Had it happened right here? He looked down at the bottom step and stooped to run his hand lightly over it. It was there, but it wasn’t right there. He held his hand lightly over the banister and moved slowly up the stairs. Five steps from the top, it was the strongest. Someone had used dark magic in this very spot. And chances were that the person it was used against had stood at the bottom.


He was going to have to find out what happened to the oldest sister, Faith. He didn’t know anything for certain yet, but the older women had said she was a spiteful child, and to him, that meant it often led into doing nasty things as the person got older. Had she cursed her own sister?


Evan continued up the stairs, and he checked each room carefully. Slight tinges of magic were throughout them, but nothing strong enough to gauge anything. The last room he checked brought him to a stop as he entered it. It was heavy with despair, and somehow, he knew this had been Gracie’s room. “Why did you leave?” He turned in the room slowly and then spotted a picture hanging on the wall. Frowning, he walked over and looked at it. A couple stood with their two daughters in front of them. He touched the frame gently and leaned closer so he could see in the fading light. One daughter had coal black hair, and something told him it was Faith.


He took the picture off the wall carefully and walked over to the bathroom to turn on the light and get a better look. The picture was probably five years old, judging by his guessed ages of the girls. He studied the auburn-haired girl. Even in a photo, her aura was lit with joy. She appeared graceful and carefree. It had to be Gracelyn. “Where are you?” he asked the photo.


He turned back toward the door and wandered around the room. “I’ll find you and give you back your home, Gracelyn.” Still holding the picture, he went to the back to the stairs. He had a lot of ground to cover and very little time to do it, but he knew one thing—no one was going to take this house away from that girl in the picture.



From a curse four decades old comes love and trust.

BLURB for This Ring:

Devastated Emma flees to a cabin on an isolated lake to attempt putting her life back together.   How she’s going to accomplish this she has no idea— the only thing she knows is she can’t go back and will never be able to trust again.

Bryce spent forty years trying to figure out how he ended up in the strange situation of not being alive or visible—it’s when he stops trying to find the answer he discovers the reason.  Feeling that deep in your soul connection with another was what he was lacking all along.  Now if he can convince the woman he feels it for, he may have a chance at living once more.

This Ring:


Excerpt #1


The most fascinating thing began to happen as the sun started to light the world.  It looked as if fog, or mist she supposed, was coming off the ground and shore, moving out over the water.  She sat there in awe, never having seen such a thing in her life.  It was both eerie and breathtaking all at the same time.  For a second she pondered on whether she should run back inside and get her phone to record it—but not knowing how long it would last she sat right where she was.

In no time the lake was covered in a blanket of mist that hovered and swirled just over the water’s surface. Emma couldn’t take her eyes off the bright white layer over the water.  Birds were oblivious to it being there as some flew from the trees to land among the haze—only to vanish from her sight.  There was something else among the white vapor; she stood to get a better look in the low light, trying to decide what it could be. 

As her eyes focused through the misty dawn glow she dropped the cup to the sand beside her shoes.  It looked like a man; only he wasn’t quite solid looking.  Which, she knew was crazy.  Men didn’t walk out of the water.  She thought maybe he was on a boat that the fog hid, until it swirled clear around him and there was nothing but water beneath his feet. Snapping her mouth shut, she squinted and watched as he came towards the shore.  Having hallucinated more than enough, she turned abruptly and walked back towards the little cottage.  Clearly she still needed a lot more sleep.



By Jacqueline Paige


A Dream series – three steamy tales of romance, suspense with unexpected paranormal flares


ISBN/EAN13: 9781463685331


Page Count: 326


Binding Type:  US Trade Paper  5″ x 8″


Genre: Fiction / Romance / Paranormal




Review of 5 delightful diva’s for In Our Dream




She’s a small town cop.  He’s an inmate undercover.  They meet in a dream.




 Jennah Best left the adrenaline packed life of being a cop on the edge for a more peaceful place.  She escaped a marriage that almost destroyed her and now lives her life working for a small police station in the town of Ridge.  At her age, she’s accepted that it’s too late and too much work to start all over again, until she meets a man in a dream…


While young, Dominic Palmer has always proven he can get the job done.  Or at least, that was the case before he accepted a job and agreed to go undercover as an inmate. When months go by and there’s no word from his outside contact he wonders if he’s been left on the inside for good.  He’s fighting to stay alive and keep his sanity, but finds himself completely distracted by a mysterious woman he met in a dream…


IN OUR DREAM Excerpt #1:


The nerve of that man!  Why won’t he just accept things and go away?  She paced back and forth, trying to control the frustration that was pumping through her.  Every time she saw him, every hurt moment came flooding back to her and she just wanted him gone.  She wanted to move on and live her own life and try her damndest to be happy!




She spun around, expecting someone to be behind her. There was no one there.  Was that Dominic’s voice?  Oh no, she was hallucinating now!  Should she call her doctor?  Maybe the stress had finally caught up to her.  Was she going to end up spending her holidays alone in the psych ward?


“Jennah, why are you so upset?”


She squeezed her eyes shut.  I am not hearing voices! I am not losing my mind!


She heard his deep chuckle.  “No, you’re not losing your mind.  This is really happening.  I should have told you, but in our dream…it’s not really a dream. We’re connecting.”


Her eyes flew open.  What?  “What?”  She stood perfectly still, waiting to see if she could hear him again.


“I can explain it better later. I just picked up on how upset you were…”


She squinted.  “Picked up?  How?  How are you inside my head when I’m completely awake? How can we talk inside my head?”


She heard him chuckle again.  “Inside mine, as well.  I don’t have time right now. Are you all right?”


She laughed out loud, not knowing if he would hear it in her head too. “Clearly not!  I’m talking to a man from my dream inside my head while I’m wide awake standing in the locker room at work!”






She wakes up in a dark hole, alone.  He’ll stop at nothing to find her.



Jennah has found happiness. She wasn’t looking for it but isn’t about to give it up now that she has it. Everything she craved for years was now right in front of her–a man that makes her feel cherished, a peaceful life, and a job she enjoys. It all changes when she wakes up in a dark hole, alone, unarmed and unable to connect with the one man she’s grown to need. 

Dominic realizes he is one of those men that wants the whole package of marriage and a family, and he’s found the woman to have that with. He’s going stir crazy having to stay hidden until the leader of a criminal organization is caught, but he’s more than willing to stay right here with her. 

All of his plans evaporate when a vindictive criminal takes her from him as a hostage. He won’t rest until she’s in his arms again. 


FROM A DREAM Excerpt #1:

He glanced around and decided he’d better start heading back to her place. You know you’re in love when the snow in your boots doesn’t even bother you, he thought with a shake of his head.


Brody would laugh his ass off if he could see me now. A noise had him jumping to take cover behind the closest tree. He automatically reached for his gun, ready. He squatted and looked around the tree in each direction. He exhaled loudly when a rabbit, frozen in its tracks, came back to life and fled in the opposite direction. He slowly tucked his gun back into his jeans as he stood. Paranoia was definitely an issue.


Quickening his pace, he headed back, making sure he stepped in his own tracks. Jennah would laugh when he told her that he was being stalked by an assassin bunny.




The panic in her voice sent him running in the direction of the building. “Babe, what is it?” He kept moving fast, his hand riding beside the gun grip now sticking up for easy reach out the bottom of his coat. “Jennah!” He reached for her and felt panic.




“I’m coming!” He lengthened his strides and jumped through the snow as fast as his legs could manage.


When he reached the back door, he whipped it open and ran into the kitchen. He stopped and listened—nothing. Pulling the gun, he gripped it lightly and let his arm hang down his side. He walked out into the living room with slow movements and let all senses filter back what was around him.


When he’d almost reached the front door, he stopped, his heart lodged in his throat as he looked at the table knocked to the floor and grocery bags scattered with the contents spilled all around them.


With long strides, he was out the door and into her driveway. Her car was there. He caught movement from the corner of his eye, and he spun, gun aimed and ready. A black-capped pickup was fishtailing down the street. He ran to the end of her drive and aimed at it. Squinting, he tried to make out the plate, but there wasn’t one.


He swore and lowered the gun. It was too far, and without knowing if Jennah was in the back of it, he couldn’t take a chance on a stray shot.


Fumbling for his phone in his jacket, he flipped it open and started to walk back over his own boot prints toward the house. He punched in Brody’s number as he knelt and looked closer at the red drops in the snow. He clenched his jaw and resisted the urge to touch it. Brody answered the phone. “They got Jennah.”



Brody believes he’s a normal man.  Tess has felt like a freak most of her life- except when she’s around one man.




Feeling less then worthy as a normal man surrounded by a team with special skills, Brody has to wonder why he’s a part of it.  If it weren’t for one team mate being there, he’d transfer back to normalcy. 


Tess has always felt like a freak, even surrounded by others that are different she still feels like an outsider.  Only one of her team mates make her feel like an everyday person. 




A loud humming noise filed the room suddenly.  Looking at each other for a second, they both came to the same conclusion and headed back over to the door.  When Brody grasped the handle, the lock clicked. “Shit.”


“Someone else is here.”  Tess stared at the door.  “Did Gray happen to mention how to bypass the lock from the other side of the door?”


“Not that I recall.”  His tone expressed what he was thinking.  They were sitting ducks in here.  No way out and if anyone came through the one and only door, there was nowhere to hide.  “Try the mic again.”  Flipping his phone open, he waited for the signal bars to register; only there weren’t any.


“Mics are still static.”


“Phone has no signal either.”


He watched Tess close her eyes and when they popped open he could see the worry in them.  “We’ll just . . .”


“It’s gone.”  Panic and shock vibrated in her voice.


“What is?”  Flipping the phone closed he tucked it in his pocket.


“What I can do – I can’t feel it.”


  Moving over, he ran his hand over the wall again. He could feel the vibrations of whatever was humming vibrating. What is this room made of?  “How do you know?”


“I just do.” 

The panic in her voice unnerved him in the same way it did when she over did it and almost collapsed. “Try it.”  Going over, he stood behind her and wrapped one arm lightly around her waist.  Trying to ignore the way his body liked having her this close, he lowered his voice.  “Just try.”


Letting out a loud breath, she grasped his hand and squeezed it.  He stood there waiting for that strange lightened feeling to fill him like it did when she took him from one place to another.


“Nothing,” Tess whispered with a defeated tone.


Aside from the fact that it bothered him to hear her sound that way, it suddenly dawned on him that they were stuck in the shiny room.  “Well—that’s going to complicate things a bit.”


“No kidding.”  She moved out of his arm and walked around the room.  Putting the ear piece back in, she depressed the switch on the unit attached to her vest.  “Nothing but dead air.”


Brody pulled his phone back out and walked around the room holding it out in front of him.  “Dead zone.”  Stuffing it back in his pocket he stood there with his hands on his hips and looked at the floor.  Even the floor was the polished metal.  “They’ll come looking for us if too much time passes and they haven’t heard from us.”


“That won’t help them find us.”  Moving over to the wall, she started walking along it sideways feeling over it.


About the Author:


Jacqueline Paige is a world class multi-tasker being a mother to five adventurous and unpredictable children, a cafe manager and having a colossal imagination that allows her to step outside of reality into a world of paranormal romance —with just a touch of suspense.


Jacqueline lives in Ontario, Canada and avoids the ever changing weather of the region she lives in by creating other worlds to fall into in her stories of all things paranormal.


Her first book was published in 2009 and since then has published ten.  She is always writing and currently has more than a dozen stories in one stage or another of the writing process.


You can find all of Jacqueline’s books at:

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