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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Roxanne Frost has more problems than she can count, but they pale to insignificance when Brett Sperry, man from the future invades not only her bookstore and her home, but her dreams, filling them with erotic images of the two of them having incredible sex. Sex in which she always reaches fulfillment. Then, he invades not only her dreams, but her very mind, telling her he can "fix" her "disabilities." Brett is a man with a mission. When it's completed, he will return to the future and she will be alone again. Will the lessons she's learned from him make her a woman fully capable of enjoying sex again, or will they fade as his voice fades from her mind?
eBook Publisher: Champagne Books, 2009
Champagne eBookstore Release Date: October 2009

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [349 KB], ePub (EPUB) [291 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [296 KB], Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [894 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [337 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [286 KB], Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [325 KB], hiebook (KML) [708 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [366 KB], iSilo (PDB) [279 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [355 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [391 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [452 KB]
Words: 102681
Reading time: 293-410 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

It was a Friday, shortly after the noon-hour mini-rush of office workers when the old-fashioned bell over the door to the bookstore chimed to announce another customer. Roxanne looked up, her arms elbow-deep in Styrofoam chips. She should have been unpacking the second of two cartons of new books delivered that afternoon, but her hands had fallen still as they too often did when she recalled the dreams. She conjured up a smile, did a double-take, and froze.

It was he. The man of her dreams. Literally.

She was so startled by his appearance she blurted, "You! But ... I've dreamed about you."

"Yes. I know."

"What?" After a moment, she laughed. "How could you possibly know that?"

"You invited me into your dreams," he said, his expression as serious as his tone. "I've enjoyed them as much as you have. But that is not what brings me here."

She gave her head a swift shake. Maybe she was dreaming. If so, it felt pretty damned real. If she came, she'd know she was dreaming, for it was only in her dreams of him that she was able to reach a climax.

He leaned an elbow on a tall stack of books waiting to be shelved, crossed long legs at the ankle, shot one hip, and doubled one fist under his cheekbone, looking for all the world like a man propped on an elbow gazing down at the woman beside him in bed. She had seen him exactly like that. In her dreams.

She sucked in a sharp breath laden with the scent of leather from his thigh-length black coat, as well as the scent of man. The October mist from outside still clung like diamond dust to his crisply curled hair and his eyes, she saw when his gaze captured and held hers, really were a pale, almost iridescent green, at odds with his dark hair, eyebrows, and olive skin. At odds, but certainly not unattractive. Italian, with a hint of black Irish? No. Black Irish had blue eyes. Hmm ... high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes ... a touch of Japanese? But not with the curls in his hair. An enigma. An unopened book with an intriguing cover. And most definitely filled with tales of erotica.

She wrapped her arms around the mostly empty box and swung it to the desk behind her, needing to do something with her hands to avoid touching him to see if he was as solid as he looked and dragging him to the back room if he was.

I am. And you may, if you wish.