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

“Fine. I’ll see you’re on the next plane to SouthAfrica. Come on, Knight. What do you say?”


Before I could punch his pretty nose, someone tapped him on the shoulder, and Drake turned into a punishing right cross.


“Thanks,” I said shortly, barely glancing at the man who’d come to my rescue. “But that wasn’t necessary. I’m not a damsel in distress, and I can take care of myself.” I stood above the son of a bitch who was searching frantically for a handkerchief to stem the tide of blood that gushed from his nose. When I thought I had myself under control, I crouched beside him. He flinched from my glare. “You thought I would whore myself for this project?”


“Why not? Everyone knows you’re easy, that you’ll have sex with anybody,” he whined nasally. “Why not with me?”


“There isn’t enough money in the world to persuade me to go to bed with you now.” I’m nota whore! “Just be thankful Ididn’t hit you.”


“You? You pathetic fairy! You couldn’t punch your way out of a paper bag.”


Chapter 21