ISBN : 978-1-60521-569-3
Genres: Paranormal, Hot Flash Themes: Magic and Mayhem
Publisher URL Changeling Press – Erotic Fiction
Kaylee goes to the famous singles resort looking for love, and is disappointed when all she finds are men with egos the size of her shoe closet. But when she gets into an elevator and finds a sexy hunk trapped in an enchanted mirror, she gets sucked into a whole other dimension where true love is the key to happiness.
Kaylee stalked into the elevator and punched the button for the fifth floor. “The only thing memorable about the men in this damn place is their egos. The asshole actually expected me to pick up the tab for dinner!” She realized she was talking to herself, but she was too pissed to care. “And he never shut up! Two freaking hours and I don’t think I got six words in edgewise.”
She turned to glare at the far wall. The male pictured in the mirrored elevator wall stared back at her with a sympathetic smile on his lips. Damn guy looked almost alive. Pity she couldn’t trade him for one of the self important fools wandering around the resort. She’d come to the Tavoro Sands Singles Resort on a whim, and it was starting to look like a bad one.
“Now you’re more to my taste.” She smirked at the picture. “Tall, dark and silent!” Snorting at her own wit, she studied the man in the mirror. He topped six feet, with dark wavy hair held back from his face with a strip of leather, and deep blue eyes that sparkled with life. Bare to the waist, his wide shoulders and muscular chest narrowed to lean hips covered by worn jeans that just begged to be removed.
Kaylee licked her lips. Judging by the size of the bulge in the front of those jeans, he could keep her entertained for hours without opening his mouth once. Now why couldn’t he have been the one to take her out to dinner evening? Oh right, he wasn’t real!
She reached up and laid the palm of her hand on the man’s reflected chest. Warmth radiated from the firm flesh. Kaylee blinked. Warmth? Firm flesh? What the hell? She tried to pull her hand back, but it didn’t budge. She watched in disbelief. Her hand sunk into the surface of the glass as the man took a slow step backward.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. A blinding flash of light dazed her. A strange slurping sound filled her ears. Despite her resistance, she realized she was being relentlessly sucked right through the mirror. Snapping her mouth shut, she tilted her head to stare up at the man now standing in front of her.
He really was a man, not a picture. And he really was tall! The corners of his mouth tilted up in a tentative smile, and Kaylee found herself returning it. This couldn’t be happening. Maybe she’d had more to drink with dinner than she’d thought. She waited for him to say something, but he just kept looking at her. Odd.
“Am I in the mirror now too?” The man nodded. “You can’t speak?” Talk about a dream come true!
The man shrugged and reached out, his gaze fixating on her lips as he leaned forward to trace them with his finger. Kaylee found herself fascinated with his mute admiration. She opened her lips and nipped the tip of his finger. Giggling at the startled expression on his face, she ran her tongue down the length of his finger in a sensual caress.
His eyes sparkled with lust and he took her hand, turning to lead her away from the reflection of the elevator. Kaylee resisted for a moment, looking back. Shouldn’t she make an effort to return to her own side of the mirror? And yet, fire raced through her at the man’s touch, and the thought of returning to the boring males available back at the resort didn’t thrill her.
“Come.” He whispered the word softly, his voice low and sexy.
She lifted her chin and stared up into his delectable blue eyes. “You can talk.”
He smiled. “Yes. When needed. You didn’t seem the type to welcome pointless drivel. My name’s Jackson. I have a room down the hall where we can be more comfortable.”
He’d been silent because he knew she wanted it. How cool! She couldn’t remember any man ever being that considerate of her feelings. Warmth slithered down her spine. “Thanks, Jackson. My name’s Kaylee. I’d love to see your room.” She emphasized the last word, letting the desire washing through her veins show in her voice.