Between Love and Death by B.L. Hayse Genre: Supernatural Romance Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's Annabelle Lee: When love is so deep, a man will pursue any path to grant his beloved her greatest desire- even after she's left the world of the living. Grief leads him to an old Colonial on the cliffs of … Continue reading Between Love and Death
Dee is the second in the series of authors from Black Velvet Seductions. She also has a story in Mystic Desire. Author Bio 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 … Continue reading Dee S. Knight
Her fantasy lover is real… “Why are you wearing a suit and tie this time?” She squinted against the sunlight. Please, God, let this be a dream. He moved his head and put 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, sat up, and blinked at him in utter disbelief. “I came to knock on the door when I saw you on the swing. You tossed and turned, and with the way you grunted, I assumed you were in the middle of some sort of a seizure.” He turned his head and licked his lips, full and abused by her kisses. A mushroom cloud of mortification bloomed inside her, steadily bigger by the minute. “Erm, you…begged me to kiss you, and then you yanked me down. One thing led to another and, well, that was pretty much the way of it. I am only human, though I know it’s no excuse.” He swallowed and stared at her, his Adam’s apple moving in his throat. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have gone down when you pulled me, but it was strange—like you knew me or something.” Lark leaned forward and rubbed her eyes. This couldn’t be real. He had to be a hallucination. When she opened her eyes, she’d see a man in his fifties with a receding hairline, glasses, and a beer gut. She reopened her eyes, and there he was: The full package.