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My name is Taylor, and damn but my life changed overnight. One moment I was just a regular girl working two jobs to pay my bills, and next thing you know, I'm uncovering secret metal disks at my boss's house. Now I'm reading minds, dream-walking and being saved from bad guys by Mr. Dark and Brooding.
That would be Ryder Langston, my new next-door neighbor. He's sex on legs, but he's also a secret agent from another world—no joke. I believe him now, because he dragged me back here "for my protection" after he discovered someone was trying to assassinate me on Earth. It isn't working out so well.
There's a war going on, one that's been fought for generations. Ryder's having trust issues (not that it's stopping us from falling into bed), and it turns out I'm connected here, if you know what I mean. The target on my back finally makes sense, but there's nowhere left to hide...
Prologue
Was this a dream?
Had I ever felt this
lucid in a dream before?
I could feel the silky
material around my eyes, on my wrists and ankles, softly sliding against my
skin. With my body waking to sensual heat seeping through my veins, I only
wanted to concentrate on what was happening in the moment, appreciate the swirl
of masculine energy twining through the feminine threads of my own.
So good…
My dreams usually had
a surreal, nondistinct, floating quality to them. This time, I actually felt a
large, rough hand feathering over the skin on my rib cage, my flat stomach,
agonizingly slow, avoiding obvious erogenous zones.
It was a hot, searing
touch. It was like someone was actually there. Someone I wanted…
More… Like that… So
good…
I could scent spicy
soap that was subtle, yet distinctly male, arousing, and couldn’t help the
feverish whispers of encouragement.
Oh, my God… Yes…
My sex dreams usually
made me struggle with the frustration of a roller-coaster experience that never
finished. I would ride a buildup of desire and a cool down, over and over, my
imagination acting as a careless lover with wonderful intent but clumsy
execution. This time there was no such neglect. The burn was exquisite,
building and teasing, ebbing and flowing, but never forgetful and creating a
fever that made me writhe with need.
Please!
Never had I ever felt
this way before, chanting my demand, desperately wanting to reach the end of
the ride.
Yes! Like that! Yes!
Sudden sensation
poured over and through me, powerfully enough that I woke myself and sat up. My
breath was short and gasping. My body was quivery and oversensitized. I was
covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and my sheet was twisted in carefree
abandon around my naked body.
I half expected to
find a man in front of me.
Rubbing my wrists as
though the soft bindings were still tied to me, I glanced around my sparsely
furnished bedroom and felt my body quake with a small, faint aftershock. I was
alone. Nothing was disturbed. At the same time that I drew comfort from seeing
that everything in my world was still in its place, a faint echo of grief, or
disappointment, took the edge off my contentment, like I was missing something.
I was solo after such an erotic experience.
What about the hand?
Who was it attached to?
A part of me had to
give a mental headshake of exasperation.
No men for you. At
least not yet.
The inevitable weight
of responsibility, like a bucket of ice water, reminded me that I needed to
work and pay the bills. I had to make ends meet. There was no one who was going
to help me.
Usually, I accepted
this with a matter-of-factness, but this night, a spike of resentment reared
its head.
What would it be like
to be a normal girl who had time for frivolity?
I quashed the thought
immediately, too tired to let it take root.
Why fight the wave? I
just had to ride it.
Settling back on my pillow, I once again closed
my eyes and let the languorous effects of postorgasmic lassitude steal over me. Strangely,
as my mind once again stretched fingers toward my deep subconscious, the
whisper of a gentle caress down my cheek didn’t frighten me.
This was a beautifully written novel. I loved the Sci-Fi twist and was completely taken in by the story line. Adele is a master of keeping secrets close and only giving away tidbits - enough to keep you interested and working away at the puzzle yourself. Taylor was an interesting character, I wasn't quite sure if I liked her or not. She often left Ryder in a huff or tried to end their "relationship" which came across as a little foolish and a bit like a sulky teenager. I admired her confident assertive side more than her doubtful inner critic. She had a horrible habit of putting herself down and calling herself a trailer park whore... With such a strong assertive capacity I was annoyed when she reverted back into "no one loves me and I am unlovable" mode. Ryder was a typical attractive love interest. I would have liked to see a little more of his playful side after getting such large doses of overprotective male and steamy sex god.
Their relationship is typical romance - physical attraction leads to sexy time which leads to nosy who are you time which leads to hiding time which leads to revealing time and well, you get the picture. What was more interesting was the planetary politics and the role Taylor will have to play. Only a small chunk was revealed before the book ended so I assuming there will be a sequel. I'm definitely going to keep my eye out of it because while the love story was same old same old this story of historical grievances and revenge plots has the potential to explode into awesomeness! Definitely recommend if you like paranormal/sci-fi romance.
Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain.
Always a lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took. Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives in Claremont with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler.
Her debut novel, Quicksilver Dreams, Book 1 of the Dreamwalker series was officially released January 6, 2014.
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