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

“Why do you ask me that?” She hissed. “She has nothing to do with this.”


“She may have more to do with this than you imagine. She was powerful in her own way, you know.”


A chill raced up her spine. “You’re cruel to bring the dead into this.” She glared at him, and whispered, “You’re trying to scare me, to…”


“If anyone is trying to scare you, it is not I.”


“Think. He is a mystic. It is his job to elicit a gasp, strike fear in the stoutest of hearts. To hear a gasp, a moan, even a whisper from a pair of lips as lovely as yours is like a beautiful symphony to his ears.”


She knew Thorn was right when she thought of all the shouts of pleasure that had tumbled from her mouth in the midnight hours in her room. A room of low-hanging shadows, strangely carved wood, and panels of red. “I don’t know him, and yet I do,” she whispered. “He’s gone, and yet he’s here. He’s in the very air we breathe, in the walls. He inhabits every shadow. They heave with his life.”


Chapter 16