Her Dream Lovers

by Elizabeth Coldwell

Overview

Vanessa knows dreams can come true, but can she use that knowledge to save the man she loves?

Vanessa Riley experiences pre-cognitive dreams, warning of impending disasters. Taking part in a scientific programme to research these dreams, once she is under laboratory conditions, all she dreams about is sex.

When she sees herself sleeping with a man who has the name ‘Nicky' tattooed on his arm, she doesn't realise this dream will come true until she meets that man in a bar. He is restaurant owner Adam Townsend, and the attraction they feel is instant and powerful. He wants to see her again, but although she's enjoyed their encounter, she feels guilty because he clearly has a long-term partner.

A second dream shows her in a ménage with Adam and Nicky—who turns out to be another man. He's a gorgeous, submissive fire-fighter, and Vanessa is more than curious to experience what she's dreamt in real life.

But fate has plans to ruin their three-way relationship. Vanessa dreams that Nicky dies in a burning building. Can she do something she has never managed—change the events she has predicted, and save Nicky's life?

Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage scenes with M/M interaction and BDSM play.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780857153463
Publisher:	Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Publication date:	11/22/2010
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	34
File size:	253 KB
Age Range:	18 Years

About the Author

Elizabeth Coldwell is the author of numerous short stories and two full-length novels, ‘Calendar Girl’ and ‘Playing The Field’. Her stories have appeared in the best-selling ‘Best Women’s Erotica’ series and Black Lace’s popular ‘Wicked Words’ collections. Formerly the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine, she now contributes a spicy monthly column, ‘The Cougar Chronicles’, to its pages. When she is not busy writing, she is an avid supporter of Rotherham United Football Club and can be regularly found on the terraces at weekends, cheering her boys to victory (hopefully!).

Read an Excerpt

The arm he had wrapped around me had his wife’s name tattooed on it. We were lying together, skin against skin, our bodies glowing with the flushed sweatiness of great sex, and as his fingers traced idle circles on my hip, I wondered if he would ever come to regret those Gothic letters spelling out ‘Nicky’.

I paused, wondering how much detail I should go into. Dr. Hector had stressed that I should write down every significant point of the dream, but this all felt too intimate.

When I had agreed to take part into this research into the existence of pre-cognitive dreams, it was because when puberty hit I had somehow been given the knack of predicting disasters. Over the years, I had witnessed everything from rail crashes to devastating tropical storms. They had appeared in my dreams in vivid, unforgettable detail a day or two before they had actually taken place. And though I’d known they were going to happen, I had never been able to do anything to stop them. So I had hoped I would be able to give the scientists more information about why these images appeared in my brain, and how these warnings might be used to help save lives. I was sure Dr. Hector and his assistants had thought the same.

But since the first night I attended the university’s sleep research laboratory it had all been very different. Three times a week, I settled between those crisp white bedsheets and allowed the researcher on duty to attach electronic sensors to my temples to monitor my brain activity. Then I closed my eyes and dreamed about nothing but sex. Hot, raw, filthily explicit sex.