Hubby and I lived in South Carolina for about three years, and sultry describes it perfectly—in the summer. Hot, steamy. Hear the cicadas? Hold a cold glass of tea to your neck and feel a bead of condensation roll between your breasts as a drop of sweat simultaneously swirls down your back. Late nights on the front porch after birdsong has died and crickets sing instead. Fireflies flicker across the yard. Your lover takes your hand, pulls you to your feet, and whispers what he wants to do to you once you get to bed. Suddenly, you can’t get inside fast enough. That’s sexy. That’s sultry. That’s South Carolina in the summer. I hope you enjoy The Man of Her Dreams.
Blurb:
A woman who has traveled thousands of miles searching for a tall man with brilliant blue eyes. A man she’s been dreaming of for months.
A man whose life is in danger—or so the screwy woman having dreams and visions says—but who doesn’t believe for one minute in the occult.
A man who has been thought dead for two years and who disappeared with a bundle in stolen cash.
How will these three come together? And who will be left standing at the end of their encounter?
Buy link:
Amazon KU https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09K4SSBY7
Excerpt:
She looked up at the shape backlit by the sun, and once again had to shade her eyes in order to see anything other than a silhouette, although she recognized the voice immediately. “Yes. Dill worked very fast, and as you said, he was quite reasonably priced.”
Without waiting for an invitation, Dan turned a chair around and straddled it, his arms resting on the back. He called out a request for sweet tea to the woman behind the counter, who seemed to know him and was unsurprised by his manner of ordering.
“Please join me,” Cassandra said dryly, though she might as well not have said anything for all the attention he paid her words.
“So, when are you leaving?” He smiled tightly, and his voice was anything but friendly.
Cassandra responded in kind. “I’m not sure yet. But if you’ll leave me your number I’ll be sure to call when I’m ready to go. You’ll be prepared then to start the celebration.”
“What, is the town in one of your hocus-pocus dreams, too? Is that why you’re hanging around?” He took a sip of his tea, which the waitress had just set in front of him. “Thanks, Mindy,” he said.
“I fail to see why that’s any of your business.”
“Look, you told me you have a dream where you see me die. Seems to me that makes it a personal issue and my business. I’d just prefer not to have you hanging around spreading tales that might get some people upset. This is home to me, not some research location for a parapsychology experiment.”
“Mr. Morgan, I have no idea why you’re being so rude.”
He snorted at her comment.
“But I can assure you that I have no intention of talking to anyone in Greenwood about you, or harming your reputation in any way. I also had no intention of speaking with you again and thus taking the chance of piercing your obviously very thin skin, but since you have invited yourself to drink tea at my table, the least you can do is be civil. I was sitting here minding my own business and enjoying the peace of your town when you forced yourself on me. In a manner of speaking.”
His eyes took on a darker glint.
“I know you know how to carry on polite conversation, since you did so Saturday night. If you choose not to prove that you can do it again, please drink your tea in silence. Or better yet, go somewhere else and drink it.” She lifted her coffee cup to her lips and shifted her gaze across the street.
Dan took a sip of tea and looked at her over the glass. His gaze, in fact, proved so intense that she squirmed involuntarily. She glanced down to make sure she was dressed appropriately, and of course, she was. She had on jeans again and a white blouse that had small sprigs of flowers stitched on it. The sleeves just covered her shoulders and the band collar stood up high on her neck. What was it with this man that threw her so off kilter?
“Well in fact, Ms. Hudson, I can be civil when I choose to be. That’s a very pretty blouse you’re wearing. See?”
“Thank you.” She directed her green gaze back to him. She could almost see the strain it took him to sit there speaking to her in a normal tone of voice.
“I like all of that fine embroidery work.”
“I did it myself.”
“All of it?” He sounded surprised. “It’s very nicely done. We pride ourselves here on knowing something about textiles and good work on fabric. It’s been the lifeblood of this part of the South for a long time.”
“I know that. I’m interested in textile work.” Cassandra sighed. “Mr. Morgan, why are you sitting here talking to me? It’s plain that you’d rather be anywhere else. Don’t you have a root canal or some other minor torture you’d rather be off to?”
“Why, Ms. Hudson. Beautiful and astute.” He grinned as she straightened in her chair and once again directed her attention to a storefront across the street.
More quietly he said, “I don’t know why I’m here. There’s something about you that has me intrigued, I guess. I drove past the motel half a dozen times yesterday trying to decide why I was even on that side of town. I kept hoping I’d see you out and have an excuse to ‘happen’ into you. But I didn’t. So I drove home and used up frustrated energy in the shop. Messed up several good boards before I finally wound down. Lucky I didn’t cut off a damn finger in the process.”
Cassandra snapped her head around. She hoped the astonishment she felt wasn’t plain on her face.
Reviews:
This a wonderful book and I highly recommend it.” 5 Stars
“I have read some of the author's other work, and I knew I liked her writing style, but this one seemed different. I picked it up to read on my vacation, and boy am I glad I did! This was a wonderful paranormal romance, and the characters were very likeable. Cassandra in particular made me smile, and her psychic powers were so cool. The sex scenes were steamy, and the characters showed great chemistry together. I would highly recommend.” 5 Stars
A little about me:
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.
After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity. Sign up for my newsletter and have access to free reads.
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