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

After examining the strange looking object, he handed it to the hovering butler, and then lowered his voice to a guarded tone. “I am sure I do not have to remind you that I cannot be disturbed. Think up some plausible excuse for my absence, and make sure her carriage is repaired.”


“I have already informed her the house is in mourning, sir. I’m sure that under the circumstances, she will not expect too much activity.”


“I am afraid this puts something of a strain on you,” Franz said. “I must apologize for that.”


“Yes. It is possible some mishap of my magic may have brought her here. I cannot imagine what could have happened. It will be difficult for you having someone in the house who is not—”


“Please, sir,” the butler said, with a relaxed smile. “Put your fears to rest. Her stay will be brief. Nothing to it, really. I will manage quite capably.”


They turned to look at her when they heard a soft moan. “She is waking,” the butler whispered.


Chapter 8