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

Later that morning, I booked my flight, then tried calling Dr. Avila at the Pesadelo Bay location. Fortunately, this time I reached him and was able to give him the airline I’d be flying and my arrival time.


“I will meet you at the airport myself.”


Oh, hell. Given our past history, were things going to be tricky between us?


“Ah, you call me by my name. This makes me happy.”


I bit my lip, then asked, “Is the fact we had sex going to cause a problem between us?”


He laughed at my concerns. “Oh, you Americans. There’s no need to worry, caro. It was a very pleasurable interlude, but now we get on with business, yes?” Of course, he had the Continental attitude toward sex.


And although I was relieved to be spared a confrontation, I was also a little piqued it hadn’t meant more to him than that.


It will be more than that between us, fingerling


“I’m not a baby fish! Stop calling me that!”


Chapter 45