Demon Dreams (MFM)

Twisted E-Publishing

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 24,270
2 Ratings (4.5)

After an accident on an icy mountain road, Becca St John wakes to what has to be fantasy come true—two sexy men who treat her like a gift. Samuel and Alec, two very different men, offer her refuge and understanding. During the day she is charmed by them and at night vivid dreams tease her.

Dreams of sinful pleasure and secrets confuse her, tempting her to believe the men could be so much more—the possibility of a love that could fulfill her every desire. If she will dare to trust the two men who offer her their world.

But on the night of her accident, Becca was running from someone who will not simply let her disappear into the new life she could have. When her past catches up to her, Becca will have to make a choice.

Just how far is she willing to go for the two men that have awakened her heart?

Demon Dreams (MFM)
2 Ratings (4.5)

Demon Dreams (MFM)

Twisted E-Publishing

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 24,270
2 Ratings (4.5)
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The soft glow of a small lamp on the nightstand was the only light on in the room. Where was I? Obviously, someone had found me and given some kind of first aid. I carefully took stock of my injuries only to realize there were none. Not even a bump on my head.

Then I flushed as I realized I was naked under the quaint wedding ring quilt done in cream and navy blues. God, somebody had undressed me. When I shifted my legs they brushed against each other and I winced at the scratchiness.

I hoped whoever had taken my clothes off wasn’t offended by stubble.

I sat with my back pressed against a hard, muscled body, whimpering as I rubbed my ass against the hot, aroused cock resting between my cheeks. Tender lips nibbled on my neck as a husky voice whispered erotic things in my ear. Strong arms hooked under my knees and spread me open for the mouth licking its way up the inside of my thigh.

A shudder racked my body as I felt myself grow wet. What in the hell was that? Nervously I tried to answer my own question. A wet dream…I must have had one hell of a wet dream.

A knock sounded at the door and I clutched the quilt to me as I sat up. The door opened before I had figured out what to say. Still tongue tied, I watched as a man wearing a soft gray Henley and worn black jeans stepped through the doorway.

He was a little above average height, probably around six feet. His black hair was tied away from the golden skin of his face. With his large amber eyes, sculpted cheekbones, and full lips, he was a work of art. His chin even had a faint dent in it.

Hell, he had seen me naked? I felt every inch and pound that put me in a size fourteen scream in horror.

“Oh, you’re awake!” His soft lips curved if a gentle smile. “How are you feeling, Sweetness?”

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