AUTHOR'S NOTE Don't let the 1 star rating fool you. Dream Lover (Carnal Dreams) has a 4.8 star rating on Amazon.
Charli has enough to worry about when she finds herself assigned to tough new project without having to worry about meeting her soul mate, but now she finds herself working on a deadline, side by side with the impossibly beautiful man who's literally been haunting her dreams.
Bitten by Books Review
Mitchell (Mitch) Carlson is a junior partner in an ad firm called Seaboard Advertising. He keeps having the same dream about a woman he has never met. He knows her as Charli from his dreams. CJ (Charli) Macklin is a lead fashion designer at Comely Creations. Charli is also having the same dream and only knows her dream man as Mitch. She is also sure that she has never met him before.
Mitchell takes over an ad campaign that had been overlooked. He calls to schedule an appointment with the contact and they decide to meet at a local Starbucks. Charli is that contact that Mitch is to meet. When they see each other for the first time in the flesh it is literally a dream come true. Since their careers depend on the ad campaign, they agree to finish it together and then test the waters for a real relationship. Of course, you never can push back fate, or hormones for that matter.
Dream Lover's by Dee Dawning was a cute story about real life fairy tales. Mitch and Charli dream of each other night after night. Both are already half in love with each other but when they meet for real, will those feelings seem real? I had fun watching them trying to keep their hands off each other, but sometimes you just need to let go and have some fun. 4 stars
She stared at him with her beautiful, aqua blue, siren-like eyes. When the next song played—a slow, dreamy song—he looped his arms around her backside, his hands joining at the delightful sway of her back just above her sweet behind. Sighing, she snuggled in close, her breasts pushing against his ribs. Rather than dancing, they remained stationary, their feet unmoving as they swayed to the music. Her chin lay upon the lapel of his sports coat and her forehead rested against his cheek. Her lips—those beautiful full red lips—nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her warm breath filling him with a plethora of carnal urges.
Their bodies melded together in erotic perfection. The inevitable friction of their dancing aroused the erogenous areas of their bodies and sent warm fuzzy sensations to his maleness. His erection was obvious—she had to know it. His lips journeyed down to hers. Taking advantage of the momentary separation, his hand adjusted his manhood upward for comfort at the moment their lips met. His tongue traced the seam between her lips searching for the combination to gain entrance. She trembled when his wet tongue slipped between her lips and embraced hers. With his tongue swirling over hers, he pushed his hardness into her abdomen.
Did she push back? He thrust again. Her moan tickled his tongue as she pushed back into his hardness. Soon, pressing into each other at three second intervals, he slipped a hand from around her and grasped a single breast. She gasped and jerked away. The heat in her eyes was evident. He nearly fainted when without warning she grasped him through his slacks and squeezed. So good—it felt so fucking good.
While he watched, a sensuous, but coy smile formed on her lips. Her other hand traced around his neck and pulled his ear closer to her mouth. The warmth of her breath in his ear sent erotic messages to his swelling pride. She squeezed his cock and purred in his ear, “I want you so bad. Please make love to me.”
Mitch’s eyes widened. “Where?”
Her eyes twinkled, reflecting the stage lights. Her wide smile turned from coy to naughty. “You’re the man. You decide. I just want this.” She squeezed him tighter. “Buried inside me.”
Her soft, long, reddish brown hair lagged behind her gorgeous face when her head shook exaggeratedly. “That would take too long.” Her eyes seemed to plead as her strident voice mellowed, “Let me clarify what I said. I want this.” His rigid cock pushed back when once more she squeezed it hard. “I want this prick—your prick—buried in me, right now!”
She must have sensed his confusion for she continued, “How about the men’s or ladies room, or what about the kitchen? It’s one thirty, the kitchen’s been closed for three hours. Other than the band and the help there’s only a handful of people here. I’ll bet we could find a neat place to make love in there.”
When he didn’t answer, she took his hand. “C’mon, let’s go see.”