David Knight has been plagued by dreams his entire life, only to have all memory of them vanish when he awakens. Now the dreams are coming with more frequency, and they seem to be drawing him to the Amazon. A scientist with a PhD in ichthyology and a dedication to learning all he can about lungfish, whose existence dates back to the Devonian era, David is determined to see what the Amazon holds. His hopes seem about to be answered when Dr. Carlos Avila contacts him. It seems the Brazilian archeologist discovered the remains of a previously undiscovered species on a tributary of the Amazon, and he’d like nothing better than for David to join the expedition to see if more of the creature can be found. Of course David leaps at the opportunity and flies to Pesadelo Bay to join the mismatched team. Once there, he discovers not only does Dr. Avila have his own agenda, but a former conquest as well as a friend who’d saved his life years before are part of the team and are engaged to be married. Meanwhile, the need to sail up the Amazon to find what ... or who ... is calling him there has become more and more pressing, and David must decide which is the most important -- learning what Dr. Avila really is searching for, or finding the answer to his dreams?

Lagoon of Dreams

“Why not? My father and mother wouldn’t care. We don’t see much of each other as it is…”


“You don’t understand, David. I’m not homosexual like you.”


“Excuse me?” I couldn’t have heard that right. Justin loved burying his cock deep in my ass or having me ride him or sucking him, and what could be more homosexual than that?


“My parents are sending me away because of us.”


“Wait. How could they know we’re anything except friends?” We were always so careful.


“My brat of a sister. She spotted us holding hands. Thank God she didn’t see me fucking you.”


Since when had he referred to what we did as fucking rather than making love? I was about to question him as to this, when his earlier words caught up with me. Holding hands? That was such an innocuous action. Couldn’t he have simply said he was steadying me, giving me a…well…a hand? “Well…well…they wouldn’t have to know.”


“They’d find out. They have someone spying on me all the time now.”


Chapter 4