The Man of Her Dreams by @DeeSKnight is a Wintertime Reading pick #paranormalromance #giveaway
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    • Jan 27, 2022
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The Man of Her Dreams by @DeeSKnight is a Wintertime Reading pick #paranormalromance #giveaway



Title:

The Man of Her Dreams


Author:

Dee S. Knight


Genre:

Contemporary paranormal erotic romance


Book Blurb:



When Dan Morgan stops to help a beautiful woman on the side of the road outside his hometown, he doesn’t realize that she will drag him into the world of the paranormal in an effort to find out what happened to her husband and the half million dollars he was accused of stealing. What he does realize is the strong attraction he feels for her, despite his distrust of anything mystical, and the undeniable power she holds over him using her sexy body as a lure.


Love—if they can capture it—will make it both easier and harder for them to find the answers they need.


Excerpt:


Without waiting for an invitation, Dan turned a chair around and straddled it, his arms resting on the back. He called out a request for sweet tea to the woman behind the counter, who seemed to know him and was unsurprised by his manner of ordering.


“Please join me,” Cassandra said dryly, though she might as well not have said anything for all the attention he paid her words.


“So, when are you leaving?” He smiled tightly, and his voice was anything but friendly.


Cassandra responded in kind. “I’m not sure yet. But if you’ll leave me your number I’ll be sure to call when I’m ready to go. You’ll be prepared then to start the celebration.”


“What, is the town in one of your hocus-pocus dreams, too? Is that why you’re hanging around?” He took a sip of his tea, which the waitress had just set in front of him. “Thanks, Mindy,” he said.


“I fail to see why that’s any of your business.”


“Look, you told me you have a dream where you see me die. Seems to me that makes it a personal issue and my business. I’d just prefer not to have you hanging around spreading tales that might get some people upset. This is home to me, not some research location for a parapsychology experiment.”


“Mr. Morgan, I have no idea why you’re being so rude.”


He snorted at her comment.


“But I can assure you that I have no intention of talking to anyone in Greenwood about you, or harming your reputation in any way. I also had no intention of speaking with you again and thus taking the chance of piercing your obviously very thin skin, but since you have invited yourself to drink tea at my table, the least you can do is be civil. I was sitting here minding my own business and enjoying the peace of your town when you forced yourself on me. In a manner of speaking.”


His eyes took on a darker glint.


“I know you know how to carry on polite conversation, since you did so Saturday night. If you choose not to prove that you can do it again, please drink your tea in silence. Or better yet, go somewhere else and drink it.” She lifted her coffee cup to her lips and shifted her gaze across the street.


Dan took a sip of tea and looked at her over the glass. His gaze, in fact, proved so intense that she squirmed involuntarily. She glanced down to make sure she was dressed appropriately, and of course, she was. She had on jeans again and a white blouse that had small sprigs of flowers stitched on it. The sleeves just covered her shoulders and the band collar stood up high on her neck. What was it with this man that threw her so off kilter?


“Well in fact, Ms. Hudson, I can be civil when I choose to be. That’s a very pretty blouse you’re wearing. See?”


“Thank you.” She directed her green gaze back to him. She could almost see the strain it took him to sit there speaking to her in a normal tone of voice.


“I like all of that fine embroidery work.”


“I did it myself.”


“All of it?” He sounded surprised. “It’s very nicely done. We pride ourselves here on knowing something about textiles and good work on fabric. It’s been the lifeblood of this part of the South for a long time.”


“I know that. I’m interested in textile work.” Cassandra sighed. “Mr. Morgan, why are you sitting here talking to me? It’s plain that you’d rather be anywhere else. Don’t you have a root canal or some other minor torture you’d rather be off to?”


“Why, Ms. Hudson. Beautiful and astute.” He grinned as she straightened in her chair and once again directed her attention to a storefront across the street.


More quietly he said, “I don’t know why I’m here. There’s something about you that has me intrigued, I guess. I drove past the motel half a dozen times yesterday trying to decide why I was even on that side of town. I kept hoping I’d see you out and have an excuse to ‘happen’ into you. But I didn’t. So I drove home and used up frustrated energy in the shop. Messed up several good boards before I finally wound down. Lucky I didn’t cut off a damn finger in the process.”

Cassandra snapped her head around. She hoped the astonishment she felt wasn’t plain on her face.


Dan faced her directly. “So, is that civil enough for you?” He took a big gulp of tea. “I suddenly wish this was something stronger. Now that I’ve found you, I can hardly wait to get away.”


“Flatterer.”


He snorted again, but this sounded more like he was trying to stifle a laugh.


“I don’t quite know what to say. I thought after Saturday night you would never speak to me again.”


He nodded. “I thought that might be the case, too.”


She said in a softer voice. “I’m glad it’s not the case. I’m glad you ‘happened’ into me today.”


Dan looked somewhat chagrined. “I didn’t, exactly. I called Dill to see when your car was going to be ready and he told me that you were headed downtown. I came looking for you.”


She rotated her cup in the saucer a few degrees by pushing the handle forward and pulling it back. Forward and back, forward and back, waiting for him to continue.


Dan looked at his glass and rubbed the condensation off with his thumb. “Look, do you want to have dinner tonight? I mean since you’re not leaving town yet? Nothing fancy.”


“That would be very nice. Do you want to meet someplace?” She held up her newly purchased map and smiled. “I can find wherever it is, if you’ll direct me.”


“No, I’ll pick you up. Say around six thirty?”


“I’ll be ready, thanks. I’ll meet you in the lobby. If you get there and I’m not downstairs yet, just call the room.”


He glanced at his watch. “See you then.” He stood, gulped the last of his tea, threw a couple of dollars on the table and left, without a further glance at Cassandra.


What a strange man.


Buy Link:


Amazon Kindle Unlimited link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09K4SSBY7



What makes your featured book a must-read?


First, it’s paranormal. Cassandra is psychic, something that has always interested me and I think it does others, too. Next, it’s a mystery. What has brought Cassandra all the way across country to find Dan? Third, it’s a romance—boiling HOT and satisfying. We all have a touch of the psychic in us. It takes learning how to listen for it. And last, The Man of Her Dreams just won 5 Stars from the Paranormal Romance Guild!


Giveaway –


Enter to win a $25 Amazon gift card:


Open Internationally. You must have a valid Amazon US or Amazon Canada account to win.


Runs January 25 – February 3, 2022.


Winner will be drawn on February 4, 2022.



Author Biography:



After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website (www.nomadauthors.com). Fortunately, Dee’s high school sweetheart is the love of her life and husband to all three ladies! Once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity. Join our newsletter to access exclusive free reads on the Nomad Authors website!


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