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

“Her name was Marjan,” he repeated. “She caressed, coddled, and played with snakes. My father was known as the father of orphans. My brother Hugo and I were the orphans. There were dancers, jugglers, acrobats, performing bears. Monkeys performed on street corners, and jongleurs sang on the church steps. The taverns were noisily thronged and provided you with any kind of whore you would want.”


“Dana, I do not have to continue with this.”


“Yes, well, the…uh…ladies served bread, broth, and beer, and two kinds of meat. It was also an occasion for brawls and bloodshed.”


“Franz, perhaps you should uh, discontinue with this part. I’m more interested in what happened.”


“Yes, if…if that’s part of it.” She nodded.


“When I was a young man, I had the misfortune to fall in love with a witch. When she tired of me, she puta spell on me.”


Chapter 24