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Dreams are the perfect shelter for our fantasies,
safe havens to step inside without changing our daily lives. For Lark
Braithwaite, all that is about to change. During the last six months, Lark has
dreamt of a mysterious Irish lover who knows what she wants and gives her
exactly what she needs. In her waking life in busy London, things aren’t as
ideal, as her long-term relationship with Charles, her controlling fiancé, has
hit a dry spell.
When Lark is called home to Oregon for her father’s
funeral right in the middle of a high-stakes corporate merger, she heads back
to face the demons from her past. What she doesn’t expect is to meet her dream
lover in the flesh. Niall O’Hagan steps straight out of her fantasies and right
into her life, and the powerful connection they share rocks her foundation.
Although she's dealing with the bitterness of being betrayed by Charles and his
jealousy, Niall soon stirs Lark’s awareness of the superficiality of her
existence and reawakens not only her sexuality, but her soul.
Excerpt
If the
kiss had stayed careful and guarded, she might have continued to question it.
But the blindfold disappeared, and she realized she’d fallen asleep. Her eyes
flew open, and he was there. Oh my God. He was there! Heated eyes watched her.
Rakish dark hair fell over his forehead as he breathed hard, and the morning
sun lit up the world behind him. She took a deep, shuddering breath to speak,
but his hands moved to cup her face. He held still and closed his eyes as his
lips took her mouth. Right then and there, it was very clear that this was
real. That was the weight of a real man on top of her, clothed, and smelling
citrusy and clean. What in the hell is happening here?
How did
he get here? He was only her dream lover.
Or was
he?
Confused
beyond all comprehension, Lark didn’t have any time to contemplate what was
really going on. His lips delivered a breath-stealing, soul-shattering kiss,
and then they were all over each other. This, ah, this she knew. Lark hooked
her ankle over his and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to rid him of his
jacket and draw him closer. She clenched her hand in his hair as he devoured
her mouth. He tasted the same as her dream lover, and she put her tongue in his
mouth to savor more of that tangy sweetness.
They were
both making noises they never had in her dreams, little breathy gasps and
blasts of air as their mouths met and separated as they sought new angles and
depths to their passion.
He made a
disgruntled sound as he tried to get more comfortable in the cradle of her hips
over the hindrance of clothes, and she realized she really wasn’t dreaming
anymore. He nibbled on her lower lip as she opened her mouth to tell him to
stop, but then she was carried away in the undercurrent of his large, warm
hands, which were caressing the skin of her stomach beneath her hoodie and
T-shirt. She continued to accept his kisses but pawed down her still zipped-up
sweat jacket. Okay, so she was still clothed. He was rock hard against her, and
he ground his hips into her, a disbelieving grunt escaping his lips. Lark
rolled her eyes back, shivering at the jolt that went through her.
“Wh— Mmm.
Whoa. Stop!” She finally managed to say against his mouth. She furrowed her
eyebrows and scrutinized him as he breathed in and out, bracing himself on the
weight of his hands above her, his bright green eyes bearing into hers. His
face was the face of her dreams—the sensual, bowed lips and cleft chin, the
built body, and the thick hair. His hair… She blinked. It was cut at the nape
and styled for a day at work. She glanced down at what he was wearing.
“Um, why
are you wearing a suit and tie this time?” she asked, squinting against the
sunlight. Please, God, let this be a dream. He moved his head, putting her in
shade.
“This
time?” He lifted an eyebrow, perplexed. “You’ll have to forgive me, lass, but
I’ve no idea what the devil you’re talking about.” He maneuvered himself off
her and sat upright at the end of the swing.
She
tucked her feet against her and sat up, unable to do anything more than blink
at him in utter disbelief.
“I was
coming up to knock on the door when I saw you lying here, and given how you
were tossing and the noises you were making, it looked like maybe you were
having some sort of a seizure.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Roxanne D. Howard is a romance novelist who resides
in the mid-western United States. Her first award-winning novel, At the Heart
of the Stone, was published in February 2016 with Loose Id. Her other titles
include Chicks Dig the Accent, and the recently released three-part Costa Mesa Series.
Roxanne is a U.S. Army veteran, and has a bachelor's degree in Psychology and
English. She loves to read poetry, classical literature, and Stephen King. She
is also an avid Star Wars fan, musical theater nut, and loves everything
related to marine biology. She is the proud mother of two beautiful girls,
several pets, and loves to spend time with her husband and children when she's
not writing. Roxanne loves to hear from her readers, and she can be contacted
at author@roxannedhoward.com. To find out more, please visit her website at
roxannedhoward.com.
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