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

By his own admission he was a powerful man—so powerful that others sought to use that power for their own selfish purposes. All at once she turned to him. “How much did Thorn tell you? Did he mention a romance novel?”


“A romance novel?” He frowned slightly. “I am afraid I do not understand.”


“You see, I…” Her words stopped abruptly when the memory of Thorn’s words echoed through her mind.


Release you from a novel you are trapped in? Tell him that and he will likely send you to Hellingly—an insane asylum overrun by rats.


Had Thorn been right? He had said he knew his master well. Perhaps he did know best, she decided, her shifting eyes glancing toward the precipice, the last scene—the scene of her death!


“Well then, may I escort you to your room?”


Chapter 20