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

Thorn moved his devious gaze from the silver he was polishing and watched her with a sly look in his eyes, an insincere ring to his voice. “If you want to leave, madam, what is to keep you from opening thedoor and hailing a hackney? I could give you a few coins for the fare myself.” Challenge glittered in his eyes.


“I’m not about to go out in that world of frilly bonnets and pleated fans. I want to go home, Thorn. Back to good old 2018. Back to electric lights, refrigerators, plumbing, air conditioning, and my car, my beautiful little lipstick-red…God, where could it be?”


“He is!” she yelled, pointing toward the painting in the study. “He’s the key to this whole thing, yet I’m forbidden to speak to him, and he won’t make an appearance. Not only that, I can’t come and goas I please. I’m a prisoner here. The door isn’t locked, yet I can’t seem to…”


Chapter 15