He currently lives in Arlington, Virginia with his beautiful wife and their cat (who has thoroughly trained them both). When he’s not writing, James works in the direct marketing field, enjoys the opera, photography and the New York Giants, among other interests.
Brief blurb about Book 1 (Dream Student):
What would you do if you could see other people’s dreams? If you could watch their hidden fantasies and uncover their deepest, darkest secrets…without them ever knowing?
Sara Barnes is about to find out. She thought that all she had to worry about was final exams, Christmas shopping and deciding whether she likes the cute freshman in the next dorm who’s got a crush on her.
But when she starts seeing dreams that aren’t hers, she learns more than she ever wanted to know about her friends, her classmates…and a strange, terrifying man whose dreams could get Sara killed.
“Dream Student” is the thrilling first installment of the Dreams series.
Now for some questions:
Would you rather win the lottery, or end up writing the next big book?
I’d rather write the next big book. I would love to be on the bestseller list,
and have people talking about my characters and maybe even see them up on the
big screen. Honestly, while the money would be nice, knowing that something I
wrote really entertained readers, and that people out there came to care about
my characters, is much more important to me.
Novel you would like to see turned into a movie? What is your favourite book of all time and why?
Same answer for both: “Winter’s Tale” by Mark helprin. Why is it my favorite?
The prose is so beautiful, and smart as well. I’d kill to be able to write
even a few sentences as good as the writing on every page of that book. I also
love the combination of the real world and the fantastical, and as someone who
grew up in New York, how can I not appreciate a book that’s basically a 700 page
love letter to New York City?
They actually are filming it right now, with Russell Crowe, Colin Farrell and
Will Smith (God only knows who he’s meant to be playing, as there’s no character
in the book that remotely suits him). I’m both looking forward to it, and
also desperately afraid they’re going to make an absolute mess out of it.
Excerpt from book 1, “Dream Student”
Afterwards, we made our way back to my dorm, snuggling close the whole way and not really noticing the cold at all.
And now here we are, outside the front door. What to do?
Kiss him goodnight and go our separate ways for the evening? Or does he come upstairs with me? I’m calling the shots right now, that’s clear. As confident as he’s been tonight, it only goes so far. I know he wants to come upstairs, but I’m going to have to ask him. There’s a part of him that’s still trying to grasp the fact that I obviously like him as much as he does me. He’s not going to push his luck. Unless I push first.
Well, what do I want to do? It’s easy, it’s obvious, there’s no question what I want to do.
Except, if I’m being completely honest, I have to admit I am just a little bit nervous myself. If you told me last night that in less than twenty four hours I’d be ready to go to bed with a guy I hadn’t even met yet, I’d have said you were crazy. But here we are and here I am and this is so completely not me, but at the same time it feels completely right.
Besides, the truth is, unless I’m completely wrong about him we’re going to go upstairs sooner or later anyway. It’s just a question of when if it doesn’t happen tonight.
But right at this moment, what I decide feels so important. This is going to sound totally ridiculous, but it feels like something out of a movie. You know what I mean, that moment when the music softens and the romantic leads are in the spotlight and everything else is forgotten; the whole world stops except for them.
Maybe it’s only my imagination or maybe I’ve got an overly developed sense of the dramatic – a few days ago I would have said it’s definitely that. But it isn’t. It’s not just my imagination. It’s real. It’s exactly what’s happening right now.
I don’t know why it’s so important – no, that’s not true. I do know. It’s important because it’s exactly what I want and need right now, and maybe I’m lying to myself about love at first sight and everything else. Maybe I’m just using him to distract myself from the nightmares and not sleeping right, maybe – well, maybe a lot of things.
You know what? I don’t care about maybes, and I don’t care about motives and I don’t care about anything else except that he’s here right now. He’s looking at me, waiting for me to decide. Everything else is silent, frozen. The snowflakes are hanging in midair; the whole world is waiting for my answer.
No pressure, though. No pressure at all. Yes or no? Nothing else matters except what I decide.
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