Adopted at birth, Ivy Morales always suspected she was more than human. Still, she keeps the outlandish thought to herself-even though she can’t ignore her powerful dreams of an ancient blood feud . . . or the darkly erotic turn of those hallucinations. Kidnapped in Mexico for her visions, Ivy has only one chance to escape: find the wickedly sexy man in her dreams.
Welsh dragon shifter Ian Madoc doesn’t understand the strange dream connection he shares with an unknown, beautiful woman. Yet after the seductive images turn into pleas for help, Ian rushes off in the middle of the night, hell-bent on rescuing her. But will she turn out to be the soul mate he’s always longed for . . . or the downfall of his entire clan?
Excerpt: An invisible fist gripped Ivy’s core right behind her navel, and dragged her into a mind space that wasn’t her own. She tried to make sense of what was happening. The sensations gripping her body were so strong and real she briefly entertained the idea that she might be hallucinating until she realized that there were boundaries to the psychic space she occupied. She couldn’t manipulate this new place as easily as her own thoughts and memories which meant…
This strange place was someone else’s dream!
Her bare feet touched cold, hard cement. She blinked and tried to focus her fuzzy vision. A quick glance left and right told her she was standing in a gym. It looked like some kind of training center for fighters, probably mixed-martial arts. Judging by the dimmed lights and silence, it was after hours and closed.
But she could hear a shower running somewhere in the large space. Tiptoeing quietly through this strange dream-world, she followed the sound to the entrance of a locker room. She took a single step forward and stopped. Even if it was only a dream, there were still rules about respecting another person’s privacy.
“He’s searching for you.”
That raspy male voice startled her. She spun around and spotted a flash of movement on the shadowy edges of the gym. Tall, lean and tattooed, a man stepped forward, but his face remained hidden by darkness. The more she studied him, the fuzzier he looked, almost as if out of focus.
It finally occurred to her that the mental strength required to project himself into this dream, a dream that wasn’t hers or his but some third person’s, must have been great. But maybe there was too much interference from the Mind Miner? It was like static on a television screen, distorting his image and presence.
The shadowy man stalked toward her with long, purposeful strides. She backed up and hit the wall behind her. As he drew closer, he made a point of showing her that he meant no harm. He wasn’t here to hurt her. No, he seemed more intent on guiding her.
But toward what?
“Look at me.” He grasped her shoulders and hauled her closer. She stared up into his shadowy face but couldn’t find his eyes. “Look into me.”
The grip on her shoulders tightened almost painfully. She stared into his fathomless darkness of his face—and saw everything. A lifetime of dreams flooded her mind. How many nights had she awoken shaking and in a cold sweat because of those wildly vivid dreams of winged creatures and bloodied knights?
He turned her gently and pressed her forward through the doorway of the locker room, around a bench and into the alcove lined with showers. She didn’t want to intrude, but she couldn’t stop walking. Her feet seemed to be controlled by him.
Ivy tried to avert her eyes when she realized there was a naked man standing under the shower spray, but the shadow man cupped her face between his rough palms and lifted her head. She trained her gaze on the showering man’s back. He had brawny shoulders and the widest back she had ever seen. Tattoos swirled along his tanned skin. The symbols marking him looked ancient and powerful.
This man looked powerful.
Water sluiced along his muscular shoulders and biceps. He fit her vision of a brawler with his huge size, but she sensed he was a skilled and refined fighter. A total opposite of every man that she had ever dated, the beast lathering soap on his muscular arms awakened a clawing need within her. She became intensely aware of his scent, a smell so strong and enticing that she breathed it deep into her lungs and held it there.
“He’s been searching for you for ages.” The hands clasping her face dropped to her shoulders. “Let him find you, Ivy. Let him save you.” Strong fingers squeezed her shoulders. “And then you can save us.”
About Lolita Lopez: While browsing bookstore shelves as a teenager, Lo discovered the erotic writings of Anaïs Nin and A.N. Roquelaure. Certain her mother would not approve, Lo smuggled the books home and squirreled them away in the most likely of places: under her bed. Late at night, she delved into the sensual worlds both writers created.
As a co-ed studying biochemistry and genetics at Texas A&M University, Lo dabbled in creating naughty tales to entertain her friends. Study for a midterm or pen a deliciously dirty story to delight her small band of fans? Not surprisingly, Lo is now on an extended sabbatical from college.
Luckily, Lo stumbled onto the world of erotic romance publishers. She realized there were other readers and writers who loved and craved breathtaking romance with the spiciest of love scenes. She took a chance and submitted her first novella. The rest is history.
Lo lives in Texas with her husband, daughter and big blubbering Great Dane with mommy issues.
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