Dana is a 21st Century woman who doesn't think in terms of carriages, chaperons, or calling cards. Then, one night during an electrical storm, she tumbles into her favorite historical romance novel. When she awakens, she finds a world full of images that are not real, a foreboding old mansion filled with magic tricks, and a dark, tortured paper hero who lives alone. Is he real, or is he a ghost?<br><br>He comes to her as a spirit, his voice whispering soft, enticing accents in her ear. His presence is a seductive wind,-a mist that fondles her. He wants to capture her, hold her close,-have her always to love. But how can he when he is no more than a figment of someone's imagination?<br><br>Is there no way out for Dana? Will these lovers be imprisoned forever between the pages of this book, or will the closing of the last page rip them apart?

The Erotic Ghost

“You have done well, my son. Without you there, I am afraid the battle would not have been won.”


“I am glad I could be of service, Sire.”


A frown appeared on the bearded man’s face. “Franz, I was terribly sorry to hear of your dear mother’s death. Out of respect for you, I will try not to call on you again until your mourning period is over.”


Just then, The Pink Child walked in. “Sire, I have a message for The Magician.”


“You have my permission to give it to him.”


“Thank you, Sire,” she said with a slight bow, and turned to hand the scroll to Franz.


The Mighty Zeus nodded to The Pink Child. “You have done well. You may take your leave now and go to TheLand of Play.”


“Yes, Sire!” she said with a big smile.


Franz was about to unroll the scroll when the Mighty Zeus said, “Don’t open it yet, Franz.” With a gentle rustling of his tunic, he rose from his throne. “I would have you walk with me. We need to talk.”


“Is something troubling you, Sire? Have I…?”


Chapter 5