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 next thing she knew Franz was bursting through the door, a look of terror written on his face. He grabbed her, held her to him, and murmured calming words of comfort while Thorn looked on from the doorway.


With a face gleaming with tears, her hands began moving over him, squeezing him as if she couldn’t believe he was real. First, she caressed his wonderful face, his broad shoulders, her hands urgently moving downward, feeling his firm flesh, his rippling muscles, and tracing the blue veins in his arms where she knew warm blood rushed through.


“You’re alive. Tell me you’re alive!”


“Dana, what is wrong with you? Of course I’m alive.”


“But you were dead, in a grave with water seeping in.”


“You were dreaming, my love. It was nothing more than a nightmare.”


Chapter 23