Excerpt One
James jack-knifed in the bed, his hands reaching for the woman who always seemed to hover just out of his reach. He found nothing but air.

Sucking in a deep breath, he slumped against his pillow and groaned, grinding his palms into his eyes. It happened every night now: an amazingly erotic dream of a mystery woman with curly, blonde hair and eyes the shade of mesmerizing teal, similar to the waters surrounding the island. He could barely see her face, as if she were standing in a fog. But it was the silky locks and hypnotic gaze that always drew him in.

His hand wrapped around his rock-hard cock and squeezed, hissing at the sensation. The dreams had started when he’d moved to Key West months ago, yanking him awake and leaving him aching for more. Hell, he hadn’t been this horny since he was eighteen years old, and it was for a woman who didn’t exist.

He padded to the bathroom and braced against the cool porcelain counter, staring at his reflection. There were dark circles under his eyes now, probably from the lack of sleep, and he really needed to shave. He ran a hand over his bristly chin and grimaced. He’d grown lazy since he left New York.

If she were alive, his mother wouldn’t be pleased. She would remind him that, “you never get a second chance to make a first impression.” A pang of heartache hit at the thought. It had been six months and it still wasn’t any easier. She’d passed quickly from a stroke in her sleep, so she hadn’t suffered. Now the misery was all his because he never had a chance to say goodbye.

If only he had made the time.

He huffed out a sigh and drummed his fingers on the sink. It was time to get his life back in order and somehow figure out how to get that intoxicating figment of a woman out of his head.

If that was even possible.

Excerpt Two:
Anna writhed against her satin sheets as the hot, wet mouth moved slowly and insistently down her torso, leaving a trail of sucking nibbles and licking caresses across her sensitive skin. She jolted and gasped for air as a hot tongue darted across her torso and sharp teeth delicately grazed a rib. Hard hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as the lips moved inexorably toward their goal. Her fingers sifted through his short, silky locks and she arched against him.

“Please,” she pleaded, desperate to relieve the ache that only he knew how to extinguish.

He growled against her navel in response, his hands tightening as his bristly chin brushed against her lower belly. “Spread wider,” he ordered in that deep, commanding voice that had haunted her dreams for months.

Her legs responded automatically to his demand, her knees falling further apart and her hips lifting.

“Good girl,” he breathed against her aching flesh, making her quiver.

She bit back a shriek as his mouth took swift possession, bringing her to a screaming peak in only seconds. She lay there panting and pliant as his lips meandered up her belly, pausing briefly at her breasts to torment her delicate peaks one more time, and then nuzzled her neck.

Her breath caught in her chest as he rose over her, his hard muscled body pressing over her. His fingers threaded through hers, lifting her arms above her head and pinning her to the bed. His hard cock notched into place at her core and she stared helplessly into his vivid green eyes and chiseled face—the only part of him she’d ever been able to see.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “Stop fighting it.”

With a surge, he filled her completely…

Anna jerked awake, a strangled gasp ripping from her throat. She panted, her body still throbbing from the intense orgasm. She could feel the marks his teeth and lips had left on her body…her dream lover.