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

The only thing left was to confront Sarafina. Was Thorn right? Did the ghost actually haunt the music room and float along the grand staircase between the hours of midnight and three? And if she did, could she speak to her? Make her understand? It was madness, but she was desperate. Maybe she would see her tonight. She would wait, listen for the music.


And then it came, and her lids flew open at an awesome sound.


Chapter 18