I 'met' Beverly through a blogger group I belong to and invited her to be a guest at the Nook. Today she has an excerpt and giveaway of an erotic paranormal. On Friday she'll be back with an excerpt and giveaway of a contemporary military romance. Grab a seat and a drink, ignore the 2+ feet of snow outside, and enjoy!
Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 25 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure us ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.
Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.
Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.
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EXCERPT
Touched by the Sandman came to me as a
dream. When I was waking up I grabbed my computer and started typing. I hope
you all enjoy my naughty dream as much as I did!
The darkness blurred and shimmered, bringing to life a man of
moonlight and darkness: Aryne.
Before him Aryne could see her, lying in bed, tears of
loneliness staining her pillow. She made his heart ache. He softly stepped to
her side. His hand touched her face and gently pushed back her hair. He leaned
over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, turning her dreams from sadness
to joy. Her body arched toward his touch as the skim of his hand, the heat of
his skin traced the edges of her curves. He stepped back…and then within the
shimmer of dreams disappeared.
Night after night her loneliness cried to
him. Unable to resist, he came to her. Subtly he inserted himself into her
dreams, into her arms. Aryne knew it was wrong. As a guide, his job was to
bring sweet, peaceful dreams. But no one affected him like she had. He was
unable to resist comforting her, drawing her into his arms, covering her body
with his…but only in her dreams. There Aryne stole the passion from her lips,
igniting an ache in his body that would not go away.
Touching her shattered him. He knew
instinctively that her touch would be his downfall. Her touch could keep him
here in this splinter of his world, isolated as all of the Outcasts were.
Generations had gone by; those exiled had died long ago, their children mixing
amongst the races of the universe.
He had tried to stay away, fearing this.
He was adrift, swept away, drowning in her passion, breaths away from losing
himself. Giving in, acknowledging the power she unknowingly had over him would
condemn him, keep him here if she was unable to travel to his world. Very few
could navigate between worlds. And this world would drain his power rather than
enhance it. Even the short time he spent there took its toll on him, the drain
only in abeyance when he was in her arms. Try as he might, he could not resist
her siren call. Only by controlling her and the passion between them could he
make sure that he would not become lost. Lost in her. Trapped forever in her
world.
He had done his best, gentling her to his
hand, to his control. She knew the unspoken rules, knew the consequences. He
played them out in her dreams, a dark symphony of passion and restraint.
Perhaps unforgivable for a guide, but he could not resist. And just her body
was no longer enough. Eventually he would capture her heart and soul.
A man of shadows, it would be during the
midnight hours of her slumber.
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A lonely woman's torrid sexual dreams and fantasy partner await her as a dominant reality in another dimension.
The sandman visits those that need him, assisting them to sleep. Until one night he meets a woman that he cannot help but return to time after time.
She is lonely. He comes to her as she drifts off to sleep, the man of her dreams. Awake or asleep, which is her reality?
He knows she is the one meant for him. He will find a way to make both of their dreams come true.
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing
Format: ebook
Release Date: March 20, 2015
Length: 34 pages
Buying Links: Boroughs | Amazon US* | Amazon UK | ARe* | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords*
* affiliate links; the blog receives a small commission from purchases made through these links.
Beverly is giving away one ebook copy of "Touched by the Sandman". Please read my giveaway policy. No purchase necessary. You must be 18 or older to enter. VOID where prohibited.
I usually remember my dreams. And no, I don't write them down, just simply no time for that.
ReplyDeleteI don't often remember them, but this one I did.
DeleteThanks for having me Bea!
ReplyDeleteMy dreams are always very vivid. I remember them for days after. I never write them down.
ReplyDeletelol... I only remember the very vivid ones and they usually don't make any sense :) thanks for sharin!
ReplyDeleteI've had many very vivid dreams that make no sense at all but no, I don't write them down
ReplyDeletedon't really remember
ReplyDeleteVery Rarely do I remember and no I don't really have time in the morning to write them down
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