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available May 7, 2010 from
Eternal Press



The Pen and the Muse
Fever Dreams is a well-written
contemporary novel that delves
into the emotional journey
of a woman deeply entrenched
in a life headed nowhere.
If you are looking for
something different from the
usual romance story, this
would be the book for you.







Cocking his jaw, he scanned the room. "Last weekend,
I called your apartment about twenty times."
His short laugh revealed his embarrassment.
"I moved," she stammered. So that's what he
tried to tell her that morning when Jack interrupted.
He flicked his gaze to hers. "I know… now."
"I didn't realize." What an idiot she'd been.
"I disconnected my answering machine."
Trying to avoid Adam's calls.
The ring of her cell phone interrupted.
Adam's name showed in the display.
So much for her avoidance techniques.
She sent the call to voicemail.
By his forcibly dissolved grin,
he must have deduced the caller had been Adam.
She had to cut to the quick.
She knit her brow.
"Look, I don't play games."
Losing had grown tiresome.
"Me either," he quickly agreed,
the image of sincerity.
If only he didn't look so good-his hair uncombed,
the layers tousled. His steely blue eyes
piercing hers. "Why are you here?
You said you don't want to get involved
with a coworker."
He slid toward her.
"I said I was hesitant to get involved."
"No, no, no." To put distance between them,
she stood and paced in front of the table.
"I distinctly remember your exact words.
You said you did not want to be involved.
And, it's probably the best solution."
She stopped and folded her arms,
avoiding his gaze. Until he spoke in that deep,
low voice that reached inside,
twined around her spine. Made her yearn
to open herself as never before.
"Maybe I was wrong."
He spoke slowly. Deliberately.
"Maybe I didn't know how much I wanted you."
A shiver ran through her,
and she could barely respond. "Oh."
Narrowing his eyes, he studied her. "You scare me."
"Scare is probably not an adequate word
for what you do to me." She wouldn't be able
to articulate how he made her feel-unlike
her usual self, but more like her true self
than ever. As if his presence uncovered her core.