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

They yawned open, inviting her to jump. The height made her dizzy, and she began to weave around. With excitement coursing through her veins, she turned until her back was to the sea, her eyes searching the mist for Franz who was frantically running toward her.


“I’m going to jump,” she called out to him. “If you love me, you will do as I asked, and we will live together forever. I will be immortal like you.”


“Dana, you are wrong. This is not the answer. If I am forced to use my magic…”


At that moment, a giant wave splashed against the rocks, drowning out his words, sending them into the tumultuous atmosphere to mingle with the whipping wind and raging ocean.


“Master, is there anything I can do?”


Franz looked back and saw Thorn standing in a strong wind, his robe and nightcap whipping around his thin, hunched body.


“Stay back, Thorn!” he cried out, and then turned back to Dana while the cold sea spray sprinkled his face. “Dana, come away from the edge!”


Chapter 25