Whitney Hopler

Here’s part of a scene from my new novel Dream Factory that describes how roommates Vivian and Constance start receiving suspicious phone calls that trouble them. Is someone stalking these two Hollywood actresses?:

   The telephone’s shrill ring jolted the roommates as they prepared dinner in their apartment’s kitchen, and Constance ran over to answer it.  “Hello?”

    Silence.

    “Hello?”

    More silence.

    “I’m sorry, but I can’t hear you.  We must have a bad connection. Please call back,” she said, as calmly as possible.

    “Another hang-up?”  Vivian called from the kitchen.

    “Yes, and it’s really starting to bother me.”

    Vivian walked over to Constance and looked at her with concern.  “I can’t imagine who might want to play a prank on us,” she said.  “But don’t worry.  Whoever it is will probably get tired of the game pretty soon and move on to something else.  Hopefully something more productive.”  She listened to her own words, trying to convince herself as much as Constance.

    Constance sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.  “I hope so, Vivian.  But …” her words trailed off into an uncomfortable silence.

    “But what, Constance?”

    “Earlier this evening, before you came home, I called Betty to see how she was doing.  When I was talking to her, it sounded just like we had a party line.  I kept hearing noises in the background that sounded like … well, like breathing, and sometimes even coughing.  But the coughing was real deep, and I knew it couldn’t be Betty.  Her voice would never get that low, even if she had a cold.”  Constance laughed nervously.

    “So, you mean …” Vivian said, not wanting to finish her sentence.

    “Well, at first I thought, ‘Vivian and I paid extra for a private line, and I’m going to have to complain to the phone company.’  But it wasn’t a party line.  I hate to say it, but I think that, somehow, someone was listening in.”

    “Maybe it was the operator.  Do you think it could’ve been?”

    “No, not really.  Operators only come on the line when there’s a clear need to do so, and they always announce themselves.”

    As if in answer to Constance’s words, the phone rang again.  This time, Vivian answered it.  “Hello?”

    Silence.

    “Hello?  Who’s calling, please?” Vivian asked, using her best acting skills to sound confident when she was actually trembling inside.

    A click, then a dial tone echoed her ears.

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The calls continue later in Dream Factory and escalate into a dangerous situation.  Hope you read and enjoy Dream Factory, either in paperback or ebook form!

Blessings, Whitney

Here’s part of a scene from my new novel Dream Factory that describes how the main character, Vivian, sees angels during an earthquake that strikes California while she and her costar Luke are filming a movie together:

    So they began running, not knowing where to go. There was nowhere they could escape the earth’s great movements beneath their feet. Vivian wobbled on her injured legs, and Luke grabbed her just before she fell, steadying them both against a palm tree as if sense had just returned to him. She looked at him gratefully as a sign declaring “Quiet Please” on the outside of a soundstage broke free of its bolts and crashed loudly down to the ground. The noise drew Vivian’s attention toward the soundstage, and when she looked in that direction, she caught sight of a group of seven glowing white figures floating on top of the soundstage and watching the chaos below. Vivian blinked her eyes and looked again. They were still there. She rubbed her eyes and took another look. They were still there. Vivian couldn’t make out their facial features and didn’t see wings on the tall figures, but she was transfixed by the brilliant light that emanated from them. Somehow the light didn’t hurt her eyes as she stared in its direction, and it seemed to carry a powerful sense of love within it as it radiated out from the figures on the soundstage. When the figures turned to look directly at her, Vivian knew that she was looking straight at a group of angels!

    Vivian felt the heat of Luke’s arms enveloping her as a variety of objects rolled passed them: a top hat, a fake boulder, a coffee cup, and even a runaway circus wagon that had apparently been in the process of being transported to a soundstage before the quake struck.

    “Look out!” Luke exclaimed, trying to warn Vivian about a bucket heading straight for them. But before she could react, the bucket smacked her in the forehead, bounced off her, and continued its crazy course along the shaking asphalt. Vivian felt some pain when that happened, but she felt a sense of peace that was much stronger. She glanced once more toward the angels just in time to see them fade away, as if the air had just swallowed them.

Dream Factory Copyright © 2013 Whitney Von Lake Hopler

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Angels appear throughout Dream Factory, acting as God’s messengers to Vivian and others as they grapple with their faith. Hope you read and enjoy Dream Factory, either in paperback or ebook form!

Blessings, Whitney

Here’s part of a scene from my new novel Dream Factory that describes the awkward first meeting between actress Vivian Vogel and actor Luke Sanders, who have been cast opposite each other as the stars of a movie that has just begun production. Luke is already established in Hollywood, while Vivian is just starting her career and is starstruck by Luke, whose reel (onscreen) image is different from his real presence in person:

    Luke Sanders reached his right hand out to shake Vivian’s after Mervyn introduced them.  The tan, calloused skin and warm, strong grip weren’t at all what she’d been expecting.  Luke’s hands were nothing like the pasty, clammy hands of other actors she knew.  But he was just as handsome as she’d hoped he would be in person.  A movie camera can play so many tricks; it was impossible to know what an actor would look like in person without actually meeting him.  Luke’s boyish grin was real, and his wavy, chocolate brown hair and soulful hazel eyes were even more striking than they appeared onscreen.

    “Looks like you’ve thought this scene through well,” Luke said in his smooth voice.  “I can see that you’ve made quite a lot of notes.”

    “Vivian followed Luke’s eyes to the margins of her script, which she’d covered in red pen with all sorts of notations.  She gave him a self-conscious nod.  “Yes, well, I hope that will help me do a good job.”

    “I’m sure it will.”

    “Truth is, I’m rather nervous.”

    Luke leaned closer, and Vivian drank in the musky scent of his skin.  “Actually, so am I,” he confessed.

    “You?”  Vivian didn’t try to hide the surprised expression on her face.  “But you’re a veteran now.”

    “Yes, but …” Luke paused and seemed somewhat amused.  “How shall I put it?  This is a certain kind of scene, if you know what I mean.”

    “A love scene.”

    “Exactly.  It’s always kind of awkward when you’ve only just met someone, and all of a sudden you’re supposed to act like you’re in love with her.  No offense.”

    “None taken.”  Sure, it’s a challenge act familiar with someone you don’t know, she thought.  But, in this case, it won’t be too hard for me.  I won’t mind doing this scene with you one bit, Luke Sanders.

    “So I suppose we’d better use the time we do have before filming to get to know each other at least a little bit,” Luke said.

    “Oh, I feel like I already know you, from having seen most of your pictures,” Vivian exclaimed in a schoolgirl voice, her words tumbling out in a rush.  “I loved every part you’ve ever played, but I think my favorite was Billy Malone in Deadline Yesterday.  Until I saw your performance, I’d never thought of reporters as anything but tough, sarcastic guys who’ll do anything to nail a story.  But you showed a more sensitive side to the character while still making him seem pugnacious.”  Abruptly, Vivian stopped herself.  Pugnacious?  A word like that was bound to reveal that she’d rehearsed this bit of flattery, however sincerely, in the hope of making a good first impression.

    A long, awkward silence stretched between Luke and Vivian as Luke regarded her with an expression she found hard to read.  “Well,” he said finally, “I’m glad you’ve enjoyed my performances.  But the person you see projected up there on the movie screen isn’t really me.  So the fact remains that you don’t know much about me yet.  Not much at all.”  He paused while a variety of expressions flashed across his face, revealing what seemed to Vivian like complex thoughts going through his mind.

    “Oh!” Vivian began, “I didn’t mean to …”

    “Don’t worry about it,” Luke interrupted, pulling two canvas chairs over closer as if pulling himself out of his thoughts.  “It’ll be good to get to know each other better.  Here … why don’t you sit down?”

    Vivian promptly settled into the chair and tried to open her mouth to express some of the many questions she wanted to ask Luke, but found she simply couldn’t.  Instead, she gazed into his eyes a bit too long.

    “So,” Luke began, with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety written on his face, “how did you get started in the motion picture business?”

Dream Factory Copyright © 2013 Whitney Von Lake Hopler

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Vivian and Luke go on to fall in love offscreen as well as onscreen. Find out what happens in their relationship! Hope you read and enjoy Dream Factory, either in paperback or ebook form!

Blessings, Whitney

Here’s part of a scene from my new novel Dream Factory that shows what happens after main character Vivian Vogel unexpectedly lands her first leading role in a movie and informs her roommate (friend and fellow actress Constance Montgomery, who has much more acting experience than Vivian yet still hasn’t gotten a leading role):

    Constance’s penciled eyebrows arched upward in surprise, and she stood as still as a statue while Vivian embraced her. Then, after a long silence, she exclaimed, “That’s fantastic, Vivian! Congratulations!”

    But her voice rang a bit hollow, and Vivian thought she recognized the facial expression Constance had used in a recent role to convey excitement without truly feeling it. “It must have been meant to be,” Vivian said softly. “And I’m sure it’s just a matter of time for you.”

    Constance exhaled in a weary sigh that made her seem older than her years. “If it’s meant to be for me.”

    “Well, you’re so talented, and …”

    Constance held up her hand to signal Vivian to stop. “Don’t worry about me, Vivian. This is your big day.” She walked briskly into the kitchen. “You know what? We should go out to lunch to celebrate.”

    “How about dinner? David is taking me to lunch because he wants to get the script to me right away. But it would be fun to go out to dinner together. My treat!” Vivian said, following Constance into the kitchen.

    Constance started pouring lemonade into two tall glasses. “No, it’ll be my treat, because it’s a celebration for you.”

    “Okay, if you’re sure.”

    “Of course I’m sure.” Constance set the lemonade glasses on the kitchen table, and she and Vivian both sat down. A long moment of uncomfortable silence stretched between them, and Vivian stared at the tiny chunks of lemon pulp that swirled around inside the icy liquid before Constance spoke again. “It’s a good thing we’re going out to dinner, since we’ve got a sink full of dirty dishes again and barely any groceries to cook.”

    “Sorry about that. I’d meant to get to the dishes after dinner last night …”

    “Well, I hope you can find time to do your fair share of the chores sometime soon, especially since you’re about to become busier than ever.”

    Constance’s words hit Vivian like unexpected hail. “Sure,” Vivian mumbled, “of course I plan to keep helping out.”

    “Glad to hear it,” Constance continued, with tension riding just below the pleasant overtone of her voice. “By the way, Grace had an accident on the floor in the hallway last night before you got home, and I cleaned it up. But since she’s your dog, that’s really something you should be doing.”

    “Well, sure. Constance, you know you don’t need to worry about anything …”

    “No, of course not!” Constance suddenly shouted, her brown eyes boring into Vivian’s like those of a deer caught in a car’s headlights. “What do I have to worry about? Only losing my studio contract, and maybe my entire career, if I don’t get a leading role soon. But, then, that’s no concern of yours, is it? You’ve just waltzed right into a leading role without paying your dues, so you’re all set!” Constance slammed her hand down hard on the kitchen table, knocking over her glass of lemonade in the process. As the lemonade spilled out of the glass, tears began spilling out of Constance’s eyes.

    Vivian watched her roommate cry, unable to take her eyes away, yet unable to help. It was as if she were watching a traffic accident unfold before her.

    “I’m sorry, Vivian,” Constance sputtered while trying to regain her composure. “I’m happy for you. Really, I am! But I just feel like my own life is such a mess. I’ve been out here in Hollywood quite a while now, but my career just doesn’t seem to be getting anywhere.”

    “Sure it is. Constance, you’re working steadily, and I’m sure your breakthrough role will come along soon …”

    “That’s easy for you to say, Vivian. Wouldn’t we all like to be costarring in an “A” picture like Hearts in Motion?” As soon as the words left her mouth, an expression of regret crossed Constance’s face. “Sorry,” she sputtered again. “That wasn’t fair. Really, Vivian, I’m glad for you. It’s just … just …What I mean is, I just hope I’m doing what God wants me to do. The dream had seemed so clear when I moved out here. I was so sure it was going to come true soon. But now …” her words trailed off into an awkward silence.

    Vivian ran a graceful finger over her frosty glass, tracing a long diagonal line in the condensation as if it would somehow help her figure out what to say. “I’ll pray for you, Constance,” she said finally. “God must be planning to make your dreams come true somehow. I just know it.” Do I? she wondered. I sure hope so.

Dream Factory Copyright © 2013 Whitney Von Lake Hopler

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Find out what happens in the friendship between Vivian and Constance. Hope you read and enjoy Dream Factory, either in paperback or ebook form!

Blessings, Whitney

Here’s part of a scene from my new novel Dream Factory that describes how Hollywood producer Jack Morgan first sees actress Vivian Vogel onscreen. Jack will go on to become dangerously obsessed with Vivian:

    Jack Morgan stretched his tall, lanky frame out in a seat in Sam Silverstein’s screening room and put his large, wingtip shoe-clad feet up on the row of seats in front of him.

    “Thanks for coming over here to meet, Jack,” Sam said as he started the projector to watch rushes from the day’s films shot on the lot. “Sorry I had to cancel our golf game yesterday because of that last-minute meeting.”

    “No problem, Sam. Well, I’ll get right to it. The next picture I’m producing for Monument Studios is a comedy called Around the Corner, and there’s someone you’ve got under contract here at Pinnacle who I’d just love to borrow for a certain role.”

    “Really? Who’s that?”

    “Clifton Molloy. He’d be just right for the role of the department store owner. I need someone who can be part curmudgeon, part teddy bear, if you know what I mean.”

    Sam nodded his head of graying hair. “Yeah, yeah. I can see how Clifton could do that well. Sure, we’d consider that.”

    “Swell, Sam! Thanks.”

    “The picture he’s in right now will be shooting for another four weeks, but after that, we could make him available for the right terms.”

    “Let’s make a deal, then,” Jack replied, smiling with his thin mustache raised like an excited caterpillar.

    “All right. Well, of course we’d need a loan-out fee.”

    “Absolutely.”

    “And we’d like …”

    “Say, wait a minute, Sam,” Jack said as he stared at footage playing on the screen in front of them. “Who’s that girl?”

    “Oh, her? She’s new. Name’s Vivian Vogel.”

    Jack sat in rapt silence for a few long moments as he watched Vivian’s image flash across the movie screen. “She’s vivacious, that one,” he said when he found his voice. “Her energy almost reaches out to you from the screen.”

    “Yeah. This is her first leading role, and she’s doing a fine job with it so far.”

    “How old is she?”

    “Um, well, she’s young, but I don’t know offhand. I’d have to check her biography.”

    “You remember anything about her story? Where she came from, and all that?”

    “Nope, not really. But she caught Dwight’s attention, and he recommended her to Mervyn for this picture she’s in now.”

    Jack shot Sam a knowing look. “Dwight, huh? So this role was kind of a favor for her?”

    Sam had to laugh. “I can’t say that; I don’t really know. What Dwight does is his own business. But she’s actually a good fit for this role. The rushes have been good. Anyway, about having us loan Clifton out to Monument Studios for your picture …”

    Jack didn’t pay much attention to what Sam said as long as Vivian was still onscreen. His chocolate brown eyes were fixated on her with the steely stare of a predator watching his prey.

Dream Factory Copyright © 2013 Whitney Von Lake Hopler

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Find out what happens between Jack and Vivian. Hope you read and enjoy Dream Factory, either in paperback or ebook form!

Here’s part of a scene from my new novel Dream Factory that describes how the main character, Vivian, becomes stranded on top of Hollywood’s famous Lookout Mountain on a date. Many men in Hollywood notice Vivian’s physical beauty.  Later, Vivian meets the man of her dreams — an actor who looks beyond her outer beauty and into the beauty of her soul — but she still must deal with a powerful producer who becomes dangerously obsessed with her.  All the while, angels are watching over Vivian, and she encounters one of God’s messengers after this happens:

     Floyd stopped his De Soto at an overlook at the top of Lookout Mountain, just off Mulholland Drive. At the elevation of 6,812 feet, he and Vivian could look out beyond Laurel Canyon into the vast Los Angeles basin. To their north was the San Fernando Valley. To their south were the sparkling lights of Hollywood. And above them, real stars (not the Hollywood variety, but the astronomical kind) twinkled even brighter than Hollywood’s display of electric lights below.

    But Vivian couldn’t enjoy the view when she had to look past Floyd’s hungry eyes to see it. “I’m awfully tired,” she said, yawning as convincingly as she could. “It’s lovely up here, but I think it would be best to …”

    Floyd leaned across the front seat and stopped her with a kiss. “Come on, honey,” he whispered. “Let’s enjoy this gorgeous night.”

     As gracefully as she could, Vivian extricated herself from Floyd’s embrace and inched closer to the passenger-side door. “Floyd,” she began, fumbling for the right words. “Floyd, I … we … don’t you recall that …”

     Floyd looked at her like a tiger desperate to break free of his cage. “Sure, I remember,” he said, his voice growing hoarse, “but Vivian, we’ve been out on several dates already, and I don’t see the harm in a kiss or two …”

     “Well I do,” she said, surprised at the angry edge in her voice.

     Floyd swallowed hard. “Honey, don’t you …? I mean, don’t you …?” He paused for a moment, and Vivian imagined she could see little gears shifting inside his brain as he tried to figure out how to successfully sweet-talk her. “Look, you know how much I care about you …”

     “No I don’t.” What am I saying? she thought. Sure I know how Floyd feels about me, and I kind of care for him, too. But why am I so angry?

Floyd rocked his head back, as if he had just been slapped in the face. “Vivian, what …”

     The anger that rose up within Vivian felt taller than the mountain on which she now sat. “If you really cared about me, wouldn’t you have asked me if I wanted to come up here, instead of taking me against my will?” she asked, her voice trembling.

     Floyd reached his lanky arms out to embrace Vivian. “Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take you prisoner or anything like that. I actually thought you’d be excited by this surprise.”

     Vivian cringed as Floyd’s words echoed in her ears with a hollow sound. “It should be quite obvious that I’m not excited by this, Floyd,” she said in an icy tone.

     Floyd released Vivian and sat bolt upright in his seat. “Don’t talk to me that way, Vivian,” he said, his brown eyes clouding over. “Ever!”

     “I certainly will talk to you like that if you try to force me into …”

     Before Vivian could finish, Floyd lunged for her, smothering her with kisses and tugging at the buttons of her pale pink dress. Vivian writhed underneath him helplessly, silently screaming for help in her mind. Then an idea came to her, and she plunged her fingers into Floyd’s eyes.

     Stunned, Floyd released his grip long enough for Vivian to bolt out of the De Soto’s passenger-side door. In the process, one of her black patent leather pumps came off and tumbled down the mountain. Vivian swung around with one stocking foot and one remaining shoe to face Floyd as he lay sprawled over the front seat. “Is it just my body that you want? Is that all?” she shouted at him. “Maybe you’re no different from all the other men I’ve ever met in this town!”

     “Maybe you don’t know how to appreciate a good thing when you have it!” Floyd yelled back. “But plenty of other women do. And I’m through wasting my time with you!” He sat up and wiped his eyes vigorously. Then, in a flash, he gunned the automobile’s engine and sped off down the mountain road.

     Vivian tried to cry, but couldn’t. She tried to pray, but no words came. A giant Bird-of-Paradise plant loomed over her, its leathery green fans and long blue flowers pointing at her like a gun. She gazed at the steep canyon walls covered with dense brush, wondering what it would be like just to roll down them and away from her troubles.

Dream Factory Copyright © 2013 Whitney Von Lake Hopler

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Find out what happens next when an angel arrives.  Hope you read and enjoy Dream Factory, either in paperback or ebook form!

Blessings, Whitney

Here’s part of a scene from my new novel Dream Factory that describes how aspiring actress Vivian Vogel gets her first studio contract in Hollywood.  While Vivian is working as a waitress at the iconic Brown Derby restaurant during a busy lunch shift, an angel directs her attention toward a man who needs help:

    She walked briskly toward the back of the restaurant and flipped her notepad open, ready to take an order from the customers who just settled into a corner booth.  As Vivian listened to them describe what they wanted and scribbled down notes, she was too immersed in her work to notice a man a few tables away begin to flail around in his chair in a panic. A thought flashed urgently in Vivian’s mind: “Turn around, Vivian! Someone needs your help!” But she dismissed it as just another one of the daydreams that sometimes floated through her mind, threatening to distract her from her work if she wasn’t careful.

    The man began to attract the attention of some other customers with his erratic movements and weak coughing that turned into strange high-pitched noises, but Vivian remained oblivious until a calm yet urgent voice spoke audibly to her: “Turn around now!”

    Vivian spun around to see who had just spoken to her, but saw no one despite the fact that the voice had come from right beside her. She didn’t take time to ponder that mystery, though, when she caught sight of the man in distress.  Vivian dropped her notepad and ran over to grab hold of the arm of the man’s smart olive green shirt.  “Sir?  Are you okay?” she asked, even though it was obvious that he wasn’t.

    The man shook his head of graying brown hair vigorously and clutched his throat.  His brown eyes bored into Vivian like those of a wild animal desperate to escape a predator, and his skin slowly turned a ghastly shade of blue.

    Vivian lurched to the back of the man’s chair and swung her arms around his waist.  Making a fist, she thrust it into his abdomen below his ribcage, but nothing dislodged from his throat and the blue pallor grew deeper.  “Oh, Lord, please help me help him,” Vivian whispered, trying not to panic.  She made another fist, and pushed it into the man’s abdomen with all her might as he leaned forward off the chair and over the floor like a scarecrow.  Then a piece of hamburger shot out of his mouth and he gasped in air.

    Gradually, Vivian became aware that a crowd had gathered around them, and she whispered her gratitude to God in the midst of the onlookers’ stunned silence.  The man took a few more gulping breaths and grabbed her hands in his, squeezing them hard.  “You saved my life,” he said in a hoarse voice.  “Thank you!”

    “I’m just glad you’re okay,” Vivian replied, as tears streamed down her cheeks without her permission.  “Glad I could help.”

    Slowly, a crescendo of cheers and applause built up throughout the restaurant, and its sweet sound echoed in Vivian’s ears as she stood with her hands clasped inside the rescued man’s hands.  After a few moments, he released her and managed a smile.  Vivian handed the man a glass of water as other customers returned to their meals.  “How did you know what to do?” the man asked, his voice returning to normal after several sips of water.

    Vivian relaxed enough to allow herself to smile.  “Oh, I know this probably will sound kind of silly, but I remembered a scene from a movie where a character was choking.  It was a western: Sunset in the Dust …”

    “I know that picture well,” the man interrupted.  “I designed the lighting for it.”

    “Really?” Vivian sputtered.  “We might have met before then, but I’m sure you won’t remember me.  I was just an extra, hired for the day they shot the saloon scene where the villain chokes.  Sitting so close to his table through so many retakes, I learned how to help a choking victim fairly well just by watching.”

    “So you were at Pinnacle Studios, then?”

    “Yes; that was one of just three times I’ve ever gotten through the gates.  My friend and roommate Constance Montgomery is under contract there.  She helped me get all the jobs I’ve gotten as an extra.  Of course, I’d like to do more in pictures.  But it hasn’t worked out that well for me so far.”

    “Constance Montgomery?” the man repeated, trying to recall the name.  “Oh, yes.  She’s the stage actress from back east.”

    “That’s right!  Do you know her?”

    The man leaned forward and offered his right hand for Vivian to shake.  “John Benedict.  I’m the head of Pinnacle’s lighting department.  I’ve seen Constance in a few supporting roles, and she’s done a solid job with them.”

    “She’s got loads of talent,” Vivian gushed.

    “Sure has.”  John studied Vivian’s face for a long moment before continuing.  “And I’m sure you do, too, or you wouldn’t be out here trying to get your own start in pictures.  You seem like too sensible a person to chase a dream on a whim.”

    “Oh, no!  Gosh, I thought and prayed long and hard about it before I ever got on that train last year.  Nothing’s worked out for me, yet, but I’m sure something will if I’m truly meant to be in pictures.”

    The corners of John’s thin lips slowly raised upward into a smile.  “You can count on getting through those gates at Pinnacle Studios again,” he said. “I’ll make sure of that.”

Dream Factory Copyright © 2013 Whitney Von Lake Hopler

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Vivian’s big break is a dream come true for her, but she’ll soon discover that many unexpected adventures can happen while pursuing dreams.  Hope you read and enjoy Dream Factory, either in paperback or ebook form!

Blessings, Whitney

Now my new novel Dream Factory is available from Amazon.com either as a paperback or an ebook.  Thanks for considering adding it to your summer reading list!

Starting soon, I’ll post some sample excerpts from the novel here that I hope you’ll enjoy.

Blessings,

Whitney

That’s part of the message of my new novel Dream Factory, which is now available in paperback through Amazon.com’s CreateSpace store. It’s a dream come true for me to get this novel out to readers after years of hard work on it!

Soon, Dream Factory will also be available as an ebook for Amazon.com’s Kindle. I’ll post the link for that here as soon as it’s ready.

Here’s the book’s description:

Do you dare to believe that dreams can come true?

Dream Factory raises provocative questions about the meaning of success and the nature of faith.

During the golden age of Hollywood, actresses Vivian Vogel and Constance Montgomery, actor Luke Sanders, and producer Jack Morgan each pursue their own dreams of success. They work in movie studios known as “dream factories” for producing films that shape the dreams of audiences worldwide. When they struggle to see some of their dreams become reality, they find themselves in a different kind of dream factory – one in which God and his angels challenge them to transform their dreams.

Vivian, Constance, and Luke all dream of stardom. As Christians, they dream of bringing hope and joy to audiences, yet they also struggle with less pure dreams of fame and fortune. Jack is in the business of helping others make their dreams come true, but at a cost. When he becomes obsessed with one of his own dreams and tries to force it into reality, he pays the ultimate price for it.

Will the novel’s characters cling to their own dreams, even when doing so puts them in danger? Or will they risk losing what they’d thought they had wanted so they can seek God and his dreams for them?

God sends angels into their lives as he shows them that his dreams for them are much greater than what they’ve been dreaming for themselves.

Dreams that come from God really do come true!

Thanks for checking it out.  I hope you gain lots of enjoyment and encouragement from reading Dream Factory!

Blessings,

Whitney

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