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

“It is all right, Thorn. Go and take those ridiculous frills off, please.” He turned back to Dana. “Do not blame him. Thorn is a very loyal servant without whom I would be lost. He follows orders to the letter, even if they include dressing up like a ghost to keep a certain beautiful young woman pacified until his Master finds the courage to unveil himself.”


Looking down at her, his eyes grew soft in the lingering darkness. “The truth is, I have been courting you in my own twisted way.”


“Have you not felt touches in the night, a wisp of wind, a subtle whisper in your ear?”


“I knew it,” she whispered. “It was you, wasn’t it?”


Chapter 19