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

She sensed pictures of both of them writhing on a bed of satin, deep probing kisses, and the erotic sensation of oil on her skin. She thrilled at the touch of his hands, his lips, and his tongue as it caressed her. She realized quickly that sensation ruled his world and there was no need for words. A transfer of thoughts was possible.


While she continued to languish in erotic images of tangled sheets, flailing limbs, writhing bodies andhot, scorching, forbidden thoughts, his silent voice came through again, telling her this was his domicile in another world. This immediately reminded her of something Thorn had said to her, and the words rang inside her head.


…his extraordinary fame has spread to other worlds, other spheres…


Chapter 12