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

Watching her slow movements and pale face, a frown creased Thorn’s forehead. “Miss, after you have taken your tea, I think you need to rest.”


“I’m sure I’ll be fi…” Just at that moment a splash of vivid colors caught her eye. There on the wall above the fireplace was an extraordinary painting of The Magician Tarot Card. The Magician himselfwas a husky, tall, and extremely handsome man standing against a black sky full of lightning bolts.


“Someone was in here earlier. I vaguely recall a man…touching me. Who was he?”


“Only the Master, miss. He was here making sure you were all right.”


She looked back up at the painting. “Is that him?”


Thorn followed her gaze. “Yes, as a matter of fact.”


Chapter 9