Dream Across Time
Raritan Manor Ranch, 1
A woman in love. A ghost in need. A man
Sheridan is in love with Raritan Manor Ranch’s resident ghost, Quinn, but can
only experience his embrace in her dreams.
VanAlder, who doesn’t realize he’s a ghost, loves Eve and wishes she’d stop
saying they can’t be together.
While at the
ranch, Alex VanAlder arrives for a visit, and Evelyn’s hopes rise. Perhaps she
will be able to have a real relationship after all. Alex, though, has no
interest in Evelyn. Yet, every time the house cat, Myrddin, comes around, Alex
feels like a man possessed and wants Eve with a passion.
between loving a ghost and putting up with a man who can’t make up his mind,
Evelyn is at a loss. Can the magic of the ranch help Evelyn to stop being
caught between two worlds?
Dream Across Time by C.R. Moss
Series: Raritan Manor Ranch, Book 1
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genres: Paranormal, Time Travel, Erotic Romance
Heat Level: 3 ~ Word
Count: 32, 880
Editor: Tricia Kristufek ~ Cover
Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
A deep, warm laugh rumbled from him.
“You think it’s funny that I’m going nuts?” She placed her
hands on her hips and glared at him over the horse’s back.
Quinn moved around the horse. “You are not going insane.”
As Quinn took another step toward her, she took a step back.
“That’s what Julie says. I’m not convinced, though.”
With every step she took, Quinn matched it. In a deep,
sultry voice he uttered, “My beautiful, intelligent Evelyn, your mind is very
Her butt hit the building. Standing in a pile of broken hay
stalks, her gaze fixed on Quinn’s eyes, and her breaths came in short rasps.
Her mind didn’t feel sound at all, neither did her body. Pulse racing, heart
pounding against her chest, she seemed in the midst of losing control. All her
senses heightened until colors were brighter. She looked past Quinn at the
gentle slopes of the mountain range nearby and the deep blue sky.
He stood an inch before her. She breathed in his musky,
masculine scent. Her clothes tightened and scratched against her sensitive
skin. Though under a warm sun, a shiver raked her body. How could a man rob her
of control, of her senses?
Quinn placed his hands on the building, trapping her between
his arms. “Tell me,” his husky voice whispered in her ear. “What has gotten you
so bothered you think you are going crazy?”
The heat radiating between their close bodies sent ripples
of desire through her. She shuddered.
“You,” she whispered in return, not meeting his gaze. “These
dreams. They’re interrupting my life. I’m letting my relationship with you
interfere with everything I do when I’m awake. Any good psychiatrist would have
a field day with me.” Evelyn paused, took a deep breath to calm her excited
Since he towered over her by at least a foot, she talked to
his chest. The white shirt, pulled taut over his front, showed the outlines of
his well-defined muscles. She wanted to touch them. Evelyn clenched her fists
at her sides, taking in another deep breath, and looked up. “It’s gotten to the
point where Julie thinks I’m in love—”
“Are you?” Quinn interrupted, a hint of pleading tainted his
His question caught her off guard. She hadn’t thought about
the possibility of love, of discussing their feelings for each other. She
didn’t answer, and her lack of response brought an expression of sadness to
Quinn’s features. She cared for him, but love? How could she love someone who
wasn’t real, someone who existed before her birth? Someone who’s a ghost?
Quinn turned his back to her. “I thought… never mind.”
The misery in his voice pinged at her soul. “Quinn.” She put
a hand on his shoulder to halt him from leaving. “I’m sorry. I can’t love you.
You’re not real.”
His body tensed beneath her fingers. Quinn turned back to
her and her hand fell to his chest. He held it there. “Damn it, Evelyn. Stop
talking nonsense. I am real.”
She couldn’t deny that fact. His hands were warm. His heart
beat strong and steady. Her eyes widened and she gazed up into his
passion-filled gaze. She wished she wasn’t dreaming.
“Let me show you how real I am.” His lips descended onto
All the blood rushed from her head and her knees weakened.
She leaned into his body for support. His arms wrapped around her. Every nerve
fired at his touch. His lips parted and his tongue coaxed her mouth open.
Too dazed to resist, she copied his motions, and the gentle
kiss blazed into a raging fire. Their mouths, hot and hungry, moved against
each other’s in perfect harmony. Evelyn’s arousal gained momentum. She swirled
her tongue against his in wild abandon, learning the sweet taste of him.
Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she held on to the moment for dear
An eccentric and
eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance
markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities.
More about C.R. Moss:
So what does she write? She writes stories from the light
and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat. Writing
as C.R. Moss gives her and her muses the freedom to explore worlds of
possibilities when it comes to love. And where does the tag line “Love &
Lust in the Wild West” fit in? Well, for one, she lives in NV. Two, her stories
take place, either in part or in full, in and around the Las Vegas area. In
fact, even this website sports “a look of home.” The background picture was
taken in an area just a few miles west of Las Vegas and happens to be the
inspiration for the setting of the Double D Ranch Tales saga.
She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing
under the name Casey Moss allows her to slate other stories under Horror ~
Paranormal ~ Suspense ~ Thriller ~ Urban Fantasy. Visit: http://caseymossbooks.com/
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