on January 18th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance
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~Volume 1 in the Dreams of Desire Serials~
Shattered by the loss of her family in a brutal car accident, Jessie Ford has spent the past two years trying to piece her life together. Only her passion for sculpting, her best friend Rachel, and her fierce need to protect her younger brother Tommy from himself have kept her going. It’s not until she meets Julian St. Claire that she realizes just how broken she really is.
As wealthy and enigmatic as he is handsome, Julian recognizes in Jessie a hidden talent for piloting Dreams – his new technology that allows people to share their fantasies – and asks Jessie to come work for him.
Yet the the intensity of their chemistry makes his proposition a dangerous one. It’s only when Tommy calls, desperate and owing far too much money to the wrong people, that Jessie realizes she may have no choice. She just has to let go of her fears, and set this alluring stranger’s world on fire.
Julian steps up next to me and takes my hand. I thrill at his touch. The cobbled street flickers around us, and then we are standing at the top of an impossibly tall cliff, the city gone, a waterfall cascading down riotously past us, great trees filling the horizon. The sun is full in the sky, and I look up, drinking in its rays. It’s been cold for ages already in Brooklyn, and the sheer golden power of the sun is intoxicating.
“The job of a pilot is to fulfill the fantasies of the passenger.” I can hear Julian perfectly over the roar of the waterfall. I want nothing more than to soak in the sun. How did he know I missed it so much?
Slowly the warmth fades, and when I open my eyes, we are in a dimly lit restaurant, the smell of delicious food filling the air, wealthy patrons talking in hushed tones as waiters whisk past us silently. “They come to us asking for their dreams to be made true, and we make it so.”
The restaurant disappears, and we are floating a mile above the earth in a sailing ship made of glass. I gasp and grasp Julian’s arm, and he smiles and places it around my waist. I look straight down, through the glass contours of the ship and see fields and small towns passing slowly below. Our shadow drifts over them. I look up, and see a sail made of white roses fill with the wind and move us through the sky. It’s so beautiful my heart aches, so impossibly real that I want to cry. I turn to Julian, and he smiles, and for one impossibly wonderful moment we share a look of private joy, and all his walls come down. In that one moment, I see Julian unguarded, truly himself, and I want nothing more than to be with him on this magical ship forever.
Then the ship flickers, is gone, and we’re in a bedroom, sumptuous and intimate, a king sized bed dominating its center, the covers thrown aside, the air warm, with some distant music playing from another room.
“Any fantasy. Whatever the passenger requests, we comply, and for that they pay us whatever we ask for.”
I feel my heart start racing again. Julian’s standing right beside me. All thoughts of clouds and waterfalls flee my mind, and I can’t help but want him to step closer. His arm is around my waist, and I can feel his fingers lightly pressing my hip. There’s strength in that arm, in those fingers, enough strength to have stopped Ethan cold. He could lift me up with ease, carry me to the bed with but a thought. Throw me on it. Tear my clothing away.
I feel my face burn. I try to think, to gather my thoughts. “Any fantasy?”
“Any.” He turns me around so that my back is to him, and steps up so that his mouth is against my ear. When he speaks, it sends an electric shock running down my spine and makes my knees weak. “Whatever they ask for, we provide. We make their dreams come true. We bring them happiness, delight… pleasure.”
I close my eyes. I had thought the room large but now there is only Julian standing behind me, and I lean into him, I can’t help it, can’t control it. His words drift through my mind, and I hear what he’s saying but I can’t put meaning to them. His hand slips around my hip, pulling me closer, and I feel a pleasurable ache begin to build between my legs.
“All it takes,” he whispers, each word sending a thrill through my heart, “Is the ability to conjure those dreams. You have that ability, Jessica. I know you do. More so than anybody I have ever met before.”
My skin is so sensitive to the touch that when he moves his hand up my arm it feels like trails of fire are being left behind. I groan, and then suddenly the world flashes painfully white, there’s a vast spinning, a tumbling descent into chaos, madness, and the room is gone, torn away, and I’m back on the couch staring with incomprehension into Rach’s wide eyes.