Quicksilver Dreams
Dreamwalkers, Book One
By Danube Adele
a PNR New Adult
from Carina Press
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…
EXCERPT
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.
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About the Author:
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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