Sara’s finally getting what she wants out of life, a husband, a new home and a family of her own. Okay, so she doesn’t love him, she’s very fond of him, at least most of the time. She’s not getting any younger and that biological clock is ticking away.
Everything’s going according to plans when a ghostly visit from her dying grandmother turns her life upside down. She’s leaving Sara the magic to make all her dreams come true. It’s too bad she dies before telling her granddaughter how it works.
Sara travels to a romantic, private island off the coast of New Guinea to settle her grandmother’s estate and dreams of the perfect man. He’s handsome, sexy and hopelessly in love with her. He’s also running out of time. Will she find the magic in her gift before it’s too late?
She turned and saw Meloir walking toward her, a determined look on his face. Her hands quickly moved to shield her breasts and pubic hair from his eyes. “Go away,” she cried.
Meloir continue advancing until his body brushed against her hands. Silently, he grabbed her wrists and lowered her arms. “Don’t hide yourself, Sarafina. You’re beautiful to me.” His head lowered, his lips brushing hers.
Sara pushed against his chest until he released her from his kiss. “This isn’t real,” she whispered.
“It’s as real as you want it to be, love. You’re my Heart Mate and we belong together. You only have to use the magic to make both our dreams come true. We could bond forever, but you have to hurry. We’re running out of time. You have to send for me to make it real.”
She tried to pull away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have any magic and none of this is real. You’re just a dream.” She began to openly sob.
“Shhh, love, it’s going to be all right.” Pulling her close to his warmth, he pressed his lips against her hair. “I want you, Sarafina. I want you to be mine forever, to share my world and my life with me. Send for me, please. I will make you happy, I promise.”
Sara cried out when he swept her off her feet and laid her on the warm sand. Before she could form a protest, he latched onto one of her nipples. A guttural groan escaped her lips when his teeth closed over her sensitive flesh, nipping sharply. Before she could voice any objections, his tongue soothed the burning sting. Trembling, she felt his fingers searching between her legs, her hips pushing toward the pressure when he found her clit and pinched. His head raised and he stared deep into her eyes while he teased her pussy.
“The magic is in you, Sarafina. It’s in your gift. You just have to find it, love. Send for me so we can be together.”
He scooted down her body until she felt his breath against her damp core.
“Come for me, Sarafina, come for me now.”
Meloir’s lips closed on her clit and she exploded, rainbows of colors dancing before her eyes.