Excerpt: Somniare by DT Dyllin [Giveaway]

(Somniare #1)
By: D.T. Dyllin
Publisher: Self- Published
Published: July 19, 2016
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

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Remy Novem was murdered…

But she didn’t die.

Forced to escape to Somniare, a dream landscape, Remy must somehow survive living nightmares, and endless torment without using her magic. Her only hope for freedom is to hitch a ride with a human back into reality, tricking the poor creature into believing no harm will befall them.

Remy isn’t troubled by the fact that she must kill to live…

Until love changes everything.





My mind rifled rapidly through options, coming up with none. At least it’d be a better choice to die all the way than become a larua. I narrowed my eyes with determination. Something metallic clattered at my feet, stealing my attention.“Use it, not your magic,” Unagi commanded.

Without hesitation I swooped down to pick up the katana. As soon as my fingers made contact, magic jolted my system, fusing with mine. Bright white light flashed, temporarily blinding me. As I blinked away the dancing spots from my vision, I realized I was encased in some kind of translucent armor from head to toe. It shimmered faintly as I flexed, exploring the sensation of having it around me. It was feather light and felt almost like a second skin, although there was a bit of distance between it and my actual flesh and clothes. The armor’s magic connected me to it in some unseen way, making it move fluidly with every motion

I made. A sudden feeling of déjà-vu washed over me, but I shook it off, focusing on the now.

Pulling myself up to my full height, I stood with my feet wide, head held high, and bared my teeth. “Come and get it.”

The laruas swarmed me, but I was ready. A step to the right, a pirouette, a lunge to the left … it was almost like dancing. With each slice of the luminescent sword, I cut away at the darkness—the vast nothingness that made up my foes. I giggled with glee as the last larua evaporated with one final thrust into its churning middle, and the door slammed shut on its own accord.

“I did it!” I lifted the katana in victory, doing a little jig. But my jubilation was short lived as I began to process what had just happened. I pivoted in Unagi’s direction, glaring at him. “Why didn’t you use the sword before? And how did I know what to do, how to use it? It all felt so … so—”

“We’re bonded—you and me. So my sword recognized you.” Unagi had propped himself up in a sitting position against the wall, with his head tilted back.

He was awake, but he definitely looked a bit worse for the wear.

“And why didn’t you use it before on the laruas?”

“Tarik is temperamental. He was angry with me about something and he wouldn’t come when I called him before.”

I blinked several times and glanced down at the katana, taking the time to study it. The glow that had been surrounding it in battle had faded, but the sword didn’t look any less special. The handle—or whatever that part of a katana is called—was covered with ornate silver carvings, and what appeared to be spun gold interwoven around them. The blade itself glistened as if made of liquid silver. There was no doubt that if a sword deserved a name, this one did.

“So the katana is sentient?” It wouldn’t be the first time I’d heard of inanimate objects being more in the magic world.


“And it only comes to you when it feels like it?”

“Pretty much.”

“And it came to you now because?”

Sighing, Unagi closed his eyes. “Because I had no other way of helping you”

“So he likes me?” Tarik lit up as if answering my question himself. I grinned.

Unagi glared at the glowing katana, his forehead beading with sweat.

“Don’t get too excited. He’s fickle.” Tarik vibrated, turning red. “Well you are and you know it.” With a loud popping noise Tarik disappeared, taking my armor with

“Why’d you go and piss him off?” I crossed my arms over my chest, hating that I was wearing nothing but a damp sheet again.

“Told you, temperamental.” Unagi slumped to the side, unconscious once again.



Meet the author…


D.T. Dyllin is a bestselling author who writes both paranormal and contemporary romance. Anything with a love story is her kryptonite. Her obsession with affairs-of-the-heart is what first drove her to begin twisting her own tales of scorching romance.

D.T. was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (Black & Gold for life, baby!) She now lives in Little Rock, Arkansas with her husband and two spoiled German Shepherds.

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2 Thoughts on “Excerpt: Somniare by DT Dyllin [Giveaway]

  1. I love this cover. It gets me everytime!

    • Have you seen the cover for the second book, Consurge? I met up with DT Dyllin at RT this past year and she showed me the cover for it before she posted it online. Whereas this one is all dreamy, Consurge definitely gives off the impression of a lot of fight scenes/action.

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