Sandman Slim Books Novels & Stories

Connect with me online at: www.autumndawnbooks.com http://authorautumndawn.blogspot.com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo)

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

The spines were all faded to one degree or another, and most of them looked antique. “Sure as hell not her porn stash, but that would be far less incriminating,” he remarked, taking out a black-bound book with gold lettering. The title read, “SAMPA VARGR” in huge letters that resembled runes. She recognized vargr from one of Darian's titles. It meant “wolf.” Hunter offered her the book, and she flipped through its pages, her heart pounding as the meaning of sampa became clearer with each successive illustration. Huge bipedal wolves were being slaughtered in every way possible, each grotesque method culminating in a silver dagger through the heart. “Why does Sandra have a book on how to hunt

she complained. “Nor do I,” I agreed. “What time is it, anyway?” “It’s three in the morning,” she said. I hopped off the bed. “I need to go clean up.” She slid off the other side of the bed and slipped on her robe. “I’m up now. I might as well fix us some hot chocolate. Maybe it will help us go back to sleep.” I smiled my thanks and headed for the bedroom door. “Esmerelda?” she said with hesitancy. When I stopped walking and looked at her, questioningly, she said, “Ghosts don’t have semen, right?”

“Jasmine. Are you there?” A very sleepy voice replied, “Yes, mistress. I will light a candle.” The light from the small flame was shockingly intense when she lit the candle on my bedside table. I squinted to help buffer the effect until my eyes were better able to tolerate it. Her cool hand rested on my forehead. “You are no longer burning up. This is good.” “I feel dirty,” I complained. “What time is it?” “It is almost dawn,” she said. “If you wish, I can draw you a bath.”

he said sweetly. “Ah,” she sighed softly. She knew that he loved her and found her attractive. But she yearned to surprise him sometimes – and to infuse their sex life with a little passion and excitement. Damien leaned down and kissed her. She loved the way his thick, dark mustache would tickle her nose. He was always a good kisser. His full lips stroked hers so gently. When he lifted his head, the room was dark. They always had sex with the lights off, letting the streetlight flood the room to create a soft ambiance. He slowly peeled the straps down on her teddy and smoothed it down her body. Damien’s soft palms glided down her bare breasts, the front of her tummy, and then her thighs, as