Blog Tour: Dream World by SJ Hitchcock
Dream World (Book 1) by S. J. Hitchcock
Category: Young Adult, Romance
Publication: September 20, 2013
Purchase: Amazon, Amazon UK, B&N, iTunes, Kobo, Smashwords
Debbie who witnesses the death of her mother, and uses her dreams as a way to escape the real world. Where she feels safe and loved, in Joshua Lawson’s arms, the guy from her favourite TV show Victor, and from her favourite poster above her bed.
Karen is ignored by all her family, she really just wants to be loved by them, and takes out her anger on her former best friend, Debbie and anyone who gets in her way.
Lastly, Mark whose shipped off to the UK to live, while his parents are on tour for the next year. And Mark has always lived in the shadow of his cousin.
Author Bio: S. J. Hitchcock
Sarah Hitchcock was born in Norfolk, in a small town called Kings Lynn. She always was a keen reader, and one day decided to attempt to write her own, and never looked back. Today she has many novels in various stages of editing and re-writing. Her current WIP, is in the final stages of editing, and will be out later this year as an ebook.
After finishing high school and then training to work with children, Sarah started her first job. She currently works as a pre-school teacher.
Sarah has four children, and three dogs, and a partner who has had to put up with her rambling on about all her WIP’s.
She recalls spending hours thinking about her characters and their storylines. To this day, she often falls asleep thinking about where she can take new and old characters.
Facebook | Twitter | Wattpad | Blog
The next morning, even though it was Saturday I woke early, climbed out of bed, and bounced across the room. I opened the curtains. The light flooded in, lighting up the whole room. I pulled out the chair from under my desk and sat down. Tapping my fingers on the desk as I hummed ‘totally devoted to you’. Picking up the script, I read from the start to a few scenes in. Glancing at my clock, the red numbers shone eight, zero, zero, far too early to head over to Wendy’s.
Leaning back in the chair I stretched out my whole body, before standing and heading to the wardrobe. I opened it, took out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a logo of Victor and slipped it on.
With the script in my hand, I scanned the lines one more time before making my way down to have breakfast and a cup of tea.
Back in my room, breakfast eaten and a mug of tea on the side. I lay on my bed and held the sheets of paper in a clammy hand. I re-read the lines for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“Maybe I could have tried out for Sandy. Doesn’t every girl want to play her?” I asked myself. “Guess they do.” I did. I do, one day.
I switched on my small television set, which sat on a cabinet on the far wall, placed the tape of Grease inside and pressed the play button. I added the empty case to the others, before settling back on the bed to watch it. Singing the songs as I sat in the safety of my room was one thing; I just hoped I was ready for the show, when we had an audience.
The film drew to the finale as I jumped up and sang louder to ‘You’re the one I want’. Hairbrush in hand, I belted out the tune as my door opened. Steve, stood in the doorway, hands on hips wearing a large grin. I swung around upon seeing him; the brush flew from my hand. I stood there in an open-mouthed surprise. Red faced.
“You’re singing again, that’s great,” he said.
“Thanks, I…” I had not realised how loud I had become.
“I don’t want to stop you, but just for today could you keep it down a little, Carol has a migraine.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said, turning the volume down. “I didn’t think. I guess I got carried away.”
“That’s okay, honest. Any other day I would not have a problem with it. You know I love to hear you sing. We haven’t heard you since.” Steve paused. “I’m glad you’ve found your voice again.” He nodded and took me by surprise and hugged me, really hugged me.
“Me too.” I said, meaning it.
“If Mum was here she would be very proud of you,” he informed me, a tear trickled down his cheek and landed on my forehead. I pretended not to notice.