Thursday Threads: In My Wildest Dreams by Larynn Ford
In My Wildest Dreams
By Larynn Ford
Genre: Light Paranormal
Heat Level: Sensual
Blurb:
When she becomes the victim of
several life-threatening incidents all in one week, it seems fate is out to put
an end to Lynzi Lancaster. Her close calls with death trigger a series of
dreams about a magical place and a certain man who broke her heart twenty years
ago, Layne Brady. Could her life get any stranger?
When the star of her dreams
announces in person that he had faked his death for twenty years in order to
protect her, oh, and that he’s not actually human, the fireworks begin. Does
she believe his extraordinary story of another world, the magical world of the
Fae? Do fairies really exist? Should she trust her heart? Could her dreams come
true?
Excerpt:
The feeling of being watched washed over
me. I checked over my shoulder to make sure of the gate’s location in case I
needed to make a quick getaway. I ran my gaze over the house and froze when I
made eye contact with the person standing on the deck . . . Layne.
I didn’t move. He didn’t move. What
do I do now? What if he tells me to get lost? Well, then at least I will
have heard it straight from the horses’ mouth, so to speak. I took a deep
breath, put one foot in front of the other and headed toward the house.
Layne had made his way across the deck
and down the steps. Our gazes still locked on each other, we stopped about
three feet apart.
I had no idea what to say. My bottom lip
quivered and it was difficult to breathe.
Slowly, Layne opened his arms and I knew
of no other place in existence for me to be at the moment. We stepped together.
His arms wrapped around my shoulders, his right hand cupped my head, and
pressed my face into his chest like he always had, before.
“Layne . . .” I exhaled into his chest.
“I’m here. I just knew you’d find me, my
brave girl.” He gently stroked my hair as he rocked us in a comforting rhythm.
“I thought you were gone forever.”
Trembling, I leaned into his embrace.
“No, I’m here. Just let me hold you. I
need to hold you,” he said. “It’s been so long . . . so long. Lynzi, I have
missed you so much.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist and
clinched both hands into fists full of his shirt, intent to hold on for dear
life. Determined I would not let him slip away again. I had to hold on.
Hold on tight, even if only in a dream.
We stood clinging to each other as the
sun faded behind the horizon and dusk settled around us.
My eyes blinked open. I was alone in my
bed, my mind filled memories from my dream. A hint of rose fragrance hung
around me. Was I losing my mind?
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