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

Again, she moaned as if his touch excited her.


Suddenly her hand drifted up and pressed his, pushing it over her breasts while her body writhed. His senses reeled drunkenly, setting his body aflame. He squeezed, and tweaked her nipples, his mouth tingling with the desire to taste them. When her hips began to move, his gaze traveled downward, and hisbreath caught at the sight of the juncture of her thighs. The heat raged inside him—leaping flames that burst from the furnace of his body. The tide rose and swelled inside him, buffeting his mind, drugging his senses. Never before had he been so aware of a woman beneath his fingertips.


He could feel himself becoming utterly captivated by her. Each place his hands touched caused her to writhe and moan in delight. He had never known a woman so alive he could simply touch her and she would respond like a scarlet woman.


Chapter 7