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eBook Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
eBook Description: Carly is a burnt-out career woman who decides to pack up and move her life and her business to Wyoming. She buys an old farmhouse with an unexpected feature--a vampire living secretly beneath it. The Master Vampire, Dimitri Belakov, must judge the woman who has bought the land and house above his own. He's had a centuries-old pact with the former owners, but their line is at an end and he must either form a new compact with this woman or kill her to protect his peace. Her mind is unusually hard to influence, but he finds his way to her in her dreams. Their shared dreams are more erotic than either of them expect and fire a hunger in Dimitri to know this woman's feel and taste in the flesh. Revealing himself to her, he risks much, but she is unable to fight the attraction arcing between them. But will she choose a life with him over the sun? Or will she choose death?

eBook Publisher: Chippewa Publishing LLC/Lady Aibell Press
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2007

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Words: 11014
Reading time: 31-44 min.
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She woke, bleary-eyed, in that state where the mind is half-conscious but the body still believes it is asleep. She blinked several times, but sleep was winning. In the darkness, she thought she saw a man sitting in the chair at the side of her bed, watching her. He was utterly relaxed, something about his stillness confident and supremely masculine. Those impressions lasted even as her body won the fight with her semi-conscious brain and she dropped back to sleep.

The next morning, the image of the man's shape stayed with her. And it frightened her almost beyond reason. It had felt so real. Not like a dream image at all.

She was a capable, steady career woman, not given to fits of imagination. Yet, she could have sworn she saw a man sitting in her bedroom, watching her sleep in the dark of the night. Was he a phantom? Some sort of spirit left by the former owners of the small Wyoming farmhouse into which she had just moved? Or some stray figment of her imagination?

Carly shook her head and tried to ignore the shivers coursing down her spine at the memory of the slightly sinister apparition. The house needed a lot of work, and there was only her to do it. She pushed back the strange memory in the cool light of day and went to work, unpacking, moving furniture into place, and cleaning house.

On Friday night, after sleeping undisturbed for a week, a vivid dream once again assailed her. She was in a bedroom filled with lit candles, the spicy aromas of the scented wax wafting sensually throughout the room. A strange man leaned over her naked body, caressing her with his eyes and his strong hands. The stranger was handsome. Perhaps the most handsome man she had ever seen, but she knew this more from impressions than any real vision of his face. It was night in the dream, and shadows from the flickering flames played about his angular features.

He had a foreign air about him, and dark hair and eyes that watched her with fiery hunger. He was one with the darkness. Strangely, he seemed to know her, though she'd never seen him before in her life.

The unknown man called her by name as he licked her nipple. He praised her beauty as his hands delved between her legs, touching, torturing. His lips moved down her body with leisurely deliberation, his teeth dragging at her skin, making her shiver with excitement. Slowly he spread her legs, settling like a master between them, gazing his fill at her swollen folds as his hands drew nearer to her core, spreading her open for his touch. Leaning forward, he licked at her clit. She convulsed in the dream and in reality with a gasping cry.

Shocked to wakefulness by a burst of pleasure so intense she'd never experienced anything like it in real life, she remembered the moment his tongue touched her. The shock of his heat had coursed through her. It was familiar, yet as foreign as he was.

The feel of that unprecedented dream haunted her all day as she went about her chores, shopping and cleaning and putting the old farmhouse to rights. It puzzled her, excited her, and heated her blood.