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 electric shock awoke something inside her, triggering a feeling of déjà vu. She looked up at him curiously. “Are you famous? I mean…well, the name…something about lightning. Do you know anything about that?”


He chuckled. “A little, I suppose, why?”


“Hey, I know! You remind me of the hero in a romance novel I’m reading. It’s called The Devil’s Cup. He’s a magician, see, who likes to play with lightning. And the heroine…God, she’s beautiful!”


“You mean he’s a mystic, and she’s a redhead.”


Dana smiled with surprise. “Yeah. How did you know?”


“I don’t know. Call it a wild guess.”


“Come on, now. You may be a man, but I’ll bet you’re a romance freak just like me.”


He gave a slight shrug. “Isn’t everyone?”


She laughed and gave him a sidelong glance. “Just for kicks, answer a question for me.”


Chapter 27