Daniel Trace dreams of days to come -- literally. Ever since he can remember, Daniel gathers hints and snippets of the upcoming day through his dreams. Of course, the dreams are never straight forward (and neither is Daniel), so the shy, rare book dealer spends his nights pulling together clues under the guise of a Medieval warrior or an ancient Greek fire fighter. Surrounded by an eclectic group of family and friends, he carves a refuge in his Chicago neighborhood.<br><br>Daniel’s latest dreams warn of the return of an old nemesis, but nothing prepares him for Karden Templeton, a man with eyes the color of chocolate as it melts on the tongue. Along with unending flirtations, Karden offers Daniel a proposal that will turn his orderly world upside down and ignite long-forgotten desires.<br><br>Will surrendering to Karden’s flirtations place Daniel at the mercy of an old love? Can Daniel learn to accept his gifts, and trust his awakening feelings for Karden?

Dream of Me

“Oh dear!” Eleanor cried softly, pulling everyone’s attention to his foot.


“It’s all right, Eleanor,” said Daniel. “I’m fine.”


Maddy took command. “I have a first-aid kit in the gallery. Let’s get him there.”


Karden ducked under him, placing Daniel’s arm across his shoulder. Jazz followed suit with Daniel’s other side.


“Everyone, I’m fine,” Daniel said in protest, but the scrum of people hovered around him, inching him back across the street.


Moving slowly, Karden looked up to him. “Thank you, man, really,” he said, and jabbed his free hand in his pocket. “Here, you might want this.” Daniel looked down to see a small, tear-drop shaped silver wrapper.


“Is…is this a chocolate kiss?” Daniel asked weakly.


Karden nodded, readjusting Daniel’s weight across his shoulder. “Yeah, don’t let your blood sugar get low after a crisis,” he said. Daniel stared at him for one hop more. “You want a hug instead?” he asked.


Chapter 15