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

His room, she thought as she glanced up at the hypnotic painting. Suddenly, as if formed by the masculine scents that tickled her nose, he appeared on the landing. Her gaze shifted slightly and she saw him standing in a wide stance, his hands fisted and resting on his hips. Their eyes met, his mesmerizing gaze sending out sparks of blue fire through the dim, murky shadows.


He was dressed in a red pirate shirt, the front gaping open almost down to his waist. His black trousers were skin tight, and he wore knee-high boots. The beauty of his form took her breath away, and she felt herself held captive by the burning intensity of his gaze.


All too soon, he was gone, and she simply stared, bewildered.


Chapter 11