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by Desiree Holt
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy
Description: Subliminal suggestion or the magic of love... Who is this man invading Erin Sullivan dreams, the lover who plays her body like a musical instrument, who knows exactly how to make love to her, to draw out her responses, to take her to unbelievably sensual heights? Is he real or just a figment of her imagination? Dallas Clark wonders the same thing, as each night a raven-haired beauty infiltrates his dreams, giving her body freely, taking him to sensual planes he's never achieved before. And why does she seem so familiar? Are the spirits of a frolicking merman and a mischievous water nymph reaching beyond a painting in a local gallery? Or has unknowingly sharing the same isolated beach freed two lonely souls from their flesh and blood prisons to unite?
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Scarlet Rose, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: August 2008
13 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [75 KB]
Reading time: 43-60 min.
She woke to sense a presence nearby, the feeling that another person was close. Forcing open her heavy-lidded eyes, she saw him standing beside her, broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, silver light glinting over the curls on his chest and brushing glistening streaks through the rich golden hair on his head.
He was big all over, and hard. Not workout hard like the men she knew. A warrior's body. There didn't look to be an ounce of give to him anywhere. He was without a doubt the most masculine man she had ever seen, muscles limned in the ambient light, his face defined by a square jaw and high cheek-bones. She couldn't see the color of his eyes in the dark, only that the faint light from the sky shone in them, reflecting the lust burning there.
Her heart trip-hammered, and she tried to move away on the bed.
He reached out and placed a hand on her arm, stopping her. "No. I won't harm you. Don't move."
She looked around. Yes, this was her bedroom, her window with the moonlight streaming in. But who was this man standing so close to her?
He lifted the sheet covering her naked body and drew it back, as if unwrapping a package, his eyes devouring her as each inch of her was revealed. Her flesh shivered under his gaze. When she lifted her arms to cover herself, he shook his head. "Why would you want to hide a body so beautiful and tempting?"
Erin dropped her hands to her sides, unexpectedly craving the stranger's touch, the caress of his gaze on her skin. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and heat bloomed throughout all her erogenous zones. How could she be doing this, exposing herself to a total stranger? Yet it seemed so very right. So ... so ... fated. That was it. Fated. As if arranged by a power greater than both of them.