A Glimpse of the Dark Side: Adult Paranormal Erotic Romance Collection (27 page)

Finding the e-mail address was easy, too. How to
compose this e-mail was an issue though. It wasn't as if what he
wanted to know was normal. Even though he had the suspicion she
knew what would happen when the poem was read aloud, it didn't mean
it was true.

So the question of if he should even send the
e-mail came up in his mind many times. And no matter how many times
he reworded the e-mail, it still sounded strange.

He realized that no matter how he wrote it, the
whole story was going to sound like the ravings of someone who was
not one hundred percent there.

What would be the harm in just deleting the text
and forgetting this whole silly idea?

For all he knew, she couldn't help him even if
she knew about the effects of her poem. It was the possibility of
knowledge, though, that kept him from abandoning the whole
thing.

Knowledge that could help Bruce, and possibly
Meg as well.

As awkward as it was, he had to take this
chance.

He hit the send button. Dread formed in the pit
of his stomach seconds later.

What if she thought he was insane? That, itself,
would be bad enough. It was worse than not getting the answers he
was seeking.

But nothing could be taken back now that he had
sent it.

***

Next Book in the
The
Whispering
Series:

QUESTIONS AND WHISPERS

Bullfiro, Tony's abusive father, has escaped,
and the news devastates Meg. How she will be able to protect Tony
until Bullfiro's back behind bars, she doesn't know. She does know
she has Bruce's help. Two adults ready to lay their lives for this
one special child should be enough, right?

But she still does not know about the strange
deaths that progressed until Bullfiro's escape.

She did not know about the mystery behind each
death, or that Tony's father has his own imaginary friend, the one
he called The Whispering Thing, who knew about people's darkest,
ugliest secrets. Obviously, this imaginary friend is the opposite
of Bruce.

Meanwhile, in Tony's little world, he is busy
plotting out his guardian's love lives. He has everything in bullet
points in his notebook. Such tenacity should bear fruits. Right?
Especially when it's obvious, even to him, that Bruce and Meg are
right for each other. Right?

Bullfiro and The Whispering Thing are
coming.

Then a visitor in the middle of the night brings
with her a secret that will tell what really are Bruce and The
Whispering Thing.

***

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Untouched

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the flames are rekindled as they search for her missing friend and
what fate has befallen her.

Wrong Number

Devon wakes up to the news that her husband was
involved in an accident that left his wrecked car at the bottom of
the river, with no body to be found. Followed by a series of
mysterious phone calls asking for Dan that send chills down Devon's
spine, she knows something just isn't right. But the worst is yet
to come...

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Finally!
Devon thought as she sat down on
the couch in her new apartment.

Moving was never easy, but she had done it so
many times now that it was becoming somewhat of a routine. However,
this time it was different. She wasn't going to be moving again in
the near future, if ever. It had taken a while to save the money
she needed, but now she had her very own book shop. Even better,
her spacious apartment was right over the shop, which meant that
she had everything she needed conveniently within reach.

The first order of business had been to get her
belongings moved into the apartment. Tomorrow, Devon would begin
unpacking boxes and stocking the shelves of her shop with the help
of Janina, the girl she had hired to help her. Together, she hoped
that they would be able to get most of it all done within a couple
of days. She really wanted to have her grand opening by the end of
the week. Saturdays were usually excellent days to hold them
because people would be looking for something to do on the
weekends.

Devon had planned it all out beautifully. She
did her research and found that this tiny coastal town on the east
coast would be the perfect location for her book shop. Crystal Cove
was small enough to be quaint, but large enough that tourists
visiting nearby beach resorts would be able to find it easily
enough. In fact, tourism was a large part of the town's income.
When she found Crystal Cove, it boasted one casual dining
restaurant, one fine dining restaurant, a Victorian bed and
breakfast as well as a small but elegant inn. There were other
necessary businesses in town but there was no book shop. That's
where Devon came in.

She was going to be selling all sorts of books.
There would be sections for romances, mysteries, occult, research
materials, and even a children's section. That was going to be set
up as a story time area. Her favorite part, though, was in the back
of the shop. That's where Devon would be offering Tarot readings in
a private and specially decorated area. No one had to know that her
information came from sources that had nothing to do with the
Tarot. She had been playing that off for years so that people
didn't become afraid of her and her abilities.

Well, Devon thought. I can't just sit here
daydreaming. I've got to get busy. Her electricity, water, and
landline phone were all turned on and she could now stay here. The
movers were due to arrive in a few hours to bring in her furniture.
One thing at a time, she thought. She got up and started to do some
cleaning and measuring so that she would know where she could put
what.

This is going to be amazing, Devon thought. Dan
would have loved it. No, I'm not going to think about him right
now. It's only going to make me sad and I can't afford to get
depressed right now. She went into her sunny kitchen and grabbed a
diet soda from the refrigerator. Stocking the refrigerator had been
something she had had the foresight to do. She would get her bed
set up and at least be able to eat something in her own home
tonight.

Just as she popped the top on the soda, her
phone rang. Startled, she nearly spit out her swallow of diet coke.
It had to be a wrong number, she thought as she went back into the
living room to answer the phone. Picking up the phone, she said a
cautious but cheery "Hello." At first, no one said anything.

"Hi, is anyone there?" Devon said.

"Hi," a deep male voice said. "I guess I must
have the wrong number. I was trying to get in touch with Dan, but
you're obviously not him."

"Dan?" A little unpleasant shock ran through
Devon's body. "How do you know Dan?" "Hey, I'm really sorry for
bothering you."

Before she could say anything else, her caller
had hung up. She checked the caller ID and saw Unknown Number
registered there. How odd, she thought. There wasn't enough time
left to dwell on it, though, because at that moment, the movers
pulled up. She was distracted for the next couple of hours with
supervising the unloading of her furniture and boxes of things.

As she had promised herself, Devon got her bed
set up and a path cleared so that she could eat a simple dinner in
her very own kitchen. She nibbled on a salad and an avocado and
bacon sandwich when she remembered the odd phone call from earlier.
That really had to be a coincidence, she thought. It did make her
miss Dan even more than ever. That feeling was especially bad at
night. She tended to remember the way he used to make her body
absolutely sing with pleasure. No man had ever been able to do that
for her before or since. In fact, Devon was pretty much afraid that
she would never meet another man that would do that to her.

Suddenly, she realized just how tired she was.
She got up and changed into her pajama pants and spaghetti strap
t-shirt. Washing her face and brushing her teeth completed the
bedtime ritual for tonight. She slipped into her bed and turned out
the lamp on her nightstand. Just as she was dozing off, her
telephone started to ring. Fortunately, she had an extension
sitting on her nightstand so all she had to do was reach over and
pick it up.

"Hello," she said.

"Hi, is Dan there?" came the same male voice
from earlier.

"It's you again," Devon said accusatorially.
"Who is this and what do you want?" "Oops, I've got a wrong number
again! So sorry!" And with that, the connection was broken.

Dammit! Now, Devon would never be able to get to
sleep. What the hell was going on? Was someone trying to play some
sort of joke on her? If so, it was a very cruel one and she didn't
appreciate it. Dan was gone and he wasn't ever going to come back.
She had only recently begun to accept that and now, some asshole
was trying to rattle her cage. Of course, she could be crazy. It
could just be that it was an honest mistake. Dan was a pretty
common name, after all.

Common, however, was the last word that would
ever have described her Dan. Laying back onto her pillow, she could
see his tousled black hair, high cheekbones, blue green eyes and
sexy sideways smile. God, how she missed him! No one was ever going
to take his place and she knew it. Her body still missed him every
night. Even right now, when she was tired and hot, her body wanted
Dan to be touching her, kissing her, and making love to her.
Finally, she turned over on her side and went to sleep with a
single tear sliding down her cheek.

"Wake up, sweetheart. Devon, open your eyes
and look at me."

"Mmm but it's so wonderful to lay here like this
with you, Dan. Do we really have to get up now?"

"Yes, darling. I would love nothing more than to
hold you in my arms all day, but now isn't the time. There's
something I must tell you and it's important that you pay
attention."

"Of course, Dan, I'm listening. What is it?"

"You need to be careful. I can't protect you
from where I am but you need to know that you're in danger."

"Danger? Who on earth wants to hurt me?"

"Shhh, don't speak. I'll tell you
everything."

There was a ringing sound in Devon's ears
suddenly. She was trying so hard to hold Dan's face in her mind but
he was fading very quickly. The ringing became louder and more
insistent. Devon's eyes flew open. She realized that the telephone
was ringing on her nightstand. The sun was shining brightly and
streaming through the partially opened curtains. Her bedside clock
read 8:35 AM. Who the hell could be calling her at this hour?
Reaching over, she lifted the phone and mumbled into it.

"Good morning, is Dan there, please?"

This again! She didn't even bother trying to
carry on a conversation. Simply disconnecting the call would have
to do. Devon didn't have the time, patience or energy for this.
However, she was awake now and had a full day ahead of her. A
shower sounded great to her at that moment so she got out of bed
and padded into the bathroom.

Minutes later, she was stripped and standing
under the refreshing spray of water. Picking up the tube of shower
gel, she squirted some into her hand and started to move her soapy
hands over her body. As she passed over her full breasts, the
unexpected stimulation caused her to emit a gasp. She had lost
count of how long it had been since she had experienced any sort of
sexual pleasure. Her toys had even been neglected because she just
hadn't felt the need for them. Now, however, as she absently
lightly pinched her nipples, she felt a jolt of sexual electricity
move through her body.