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DREAMWALKER: Key to Paradise by Pamela Moran
Pulled together through a world of dreams, Lena and Davis might have found the Key to Paradise. Can he convince her to take a chance, to believe in impossible possibilities, to hold on to their dream?
Lena Andrews sat on a light blue beach towel, on warm island sand as a balmy breeze ruffled the loose strands of her short hair away from her face. An exotic, floral hint of fragrance lingered on the air and a brilliant sunset hovered over the horizon with bold reds giving way to golden oranges and falling into the deep blues of the water.
She wrapped her arms around her drawn up legs and rested her chin on her bare knees.
Naked in paradise.
Not too hard to figure this dream out, considering the two feet of snow outside her mountain cabin window, with more falling and not scheduled to stop until morning. The thought of trudging through all of that to get to the ski lodge and work tomorrow morning had had her burrowing down with the electric blanket on high and the covers over her head.
Yeah, sitting on a deserted island beach sounded blissful.
She’d face the snow and the cold once the alarm blared and yanked her from this dream.
Arching her back, she rotated her shoulders then lifted her face to the gentle breeze to let it caress her skin. Blissful. The naked part, though. Hmmm. Puzzling.
“Well, hello.” A deep, gravelly, male voice came from the right, just behind her. Tingles of awareness careened across her skin.
What the – Lena’s shoulders came forward, that first instinctual urge to fold into herself. To minimize her vulnerability.
No. This is my dream, dammit.
She straightened her back and squared her shoulders before angling her head to look over her right shoulder.
Her breath caught. Held.
Well, hello was right.