Prin nervously crossed her legs and signed the contract. Was she crazy? Yes! Crazy, desperate and all things people are when they agree to do something insane. She held a contract outlining one night of submission to a stranger! Submission so complete, his requirements for preparation before presentation of herself to him made her blush while her womb tightened in anticipation.
She would do anything to escape the Dreams. Would this work? God she hoped so. Wrenching dreams that came almost every night. The man in them never varied, his control of her body and its responses drove her to the edge of sanity. She’d wake-up screaming for release finding nothing but wet sheets and an empty house.
Her best friend decided it was Prin’s subconscious wanting more of the domination taken away at her young husband’s death. Privately Prin disagreed
Tall, dark and Dominate, he’d long since accepted being alone for this lifetime. He’d met his lady, lover and submissive, but only in the Dreams. Dream Walking is a door to the past or future, but never the present.
She entered the suite and his heart stopped. The unimaginable reality of his woman alive in this time exploded across his brain. She dropped her coat and assumed the required stance. Now, spread naked before him stood everything he’d never dared hope for.
Gail Faulkner (forever 38) was born in a frustrated reader's mind. She adores men who know what they want and intend to get it.
One thing she is sure of is, Erotic is the new Sexy and that is excellent news. Slipping on a little black dress is fun, having it ripped off, even better. Okay, maybe we can get him to just take it off but that might be tricky.
Most of all, she loves sharing her daydreams with anyone who will read them.