Dreams and nightmares are like twilight; that misty
place between fantasy and reality.
When your mind takes you on an adventure you didn’t
sign up for and you become someone or something else, it can be delectable,
terrifying, or both.
Dreaming of that sexy bad boy who seems out of
reach? Be careful what you wish for, sometimes dreams really do come true. If
you have the time, we have the past life to seduce you. Whether your fantasy is
a lustful mermaid, an irresistible incubus, a vampiric predator, or an
insatiable ghost hold on tight. You are on the most
erotic ride of your life.
When your desires blend so thoroughly with the truth
that you don’t know the difference, that’s when romance is but a dream.
reVerie by C.E. Black - The Dreams And Nightmares
Anthology
Blurb:
At least once a
week I would have a recurring dream of something I didn’t understand, nor
remembered ever happening. A house I desperately wanted to see, but never could
and then there was him. He was the man of my dreams, my reverie, and my worst
nightmare...
reVerie
Excerpt:
My head tilted fractionally,
for I wanted more, but refused to look away from his calming stare. He held me
to him with his eyes. They were dark in color, yet shown brightly in the dim,
bluish light surrounding us.
Confirmation. That’s what his gaze held. I
showed him everything I ever felt for him, and he confirmed that I wasn’t alone
in my emotions.
He was my everything, though I knew only moments ago I
couldn’t even remember his name. It felt as if years had gone by since we last
met, and yet it had only been one week. I had missed him so much I ached.
Andre’s blazing touch continued down my arm, easing some of the tightness in my
chest, and I decided to focus on the moment, with him, and worry about the
future later.
Slowly, he tugged my arm off his back. Goose bumps rose over
my fair skin, and I shivered, wanting to rush him, but also longing for the
night to last forever.
When his fingers finally met my wrist, he grasped
my hand, bringing it to his lips for a supple kiss on my palm before rubbing his
nose lightly across my inner wrist. His eyes were asking permission, and my
heart skipped a beat with anticipation.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His eyes
never strayed from mine as his tongue slid across my pulse, causing my stomach
to clench just before he pierced the vein with his sharp teeth. *
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