Beyond Dreams by Rebecca Ruger EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Rebecca Ruger
- Language: English
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Holly Wright clamped her lips and blinked several times to dispel the image
of the brutally handsome man from her mind. He had no right to occupy her
daytime thoughts, that was just unfair. Already he’d stolen too much of her
time and her sleep, coming to her in her dreams. And honestly, if he didn’t
stop with his rage, she was going to start taking a sleeping aid to hopefully
pass a night uninterrupted by dreams of him.
He’d been angry again last night and thus deserved not one minute of her
waking thoughts or time.
But then, he was always angry—at her or because of her, she could never
And while she’d taken to privately calling him the man of her dreams, he
most certainly was not that. Well, he was, since he did appear in her dreams,
but the ideal behind man of her dreams didn’t fit this guy, and that mostly
had to do with that aforementioned anger, which was hard to ignore because
it was so glaring, though certainly Holly had tried.
In the beginning, when she’d dreamed of him for the first time, the anger
was easier to overlook, her sleep-shrouded brain quite happily attaching itself
to the image of the man—masculine, godlike, breathtaking. On that first
occasion she’d literally crossed her fingers inside the dream, hoping this was
one of those rare but usually satisfying erotic dreams. The last one of those
that she’d had had featured her history teacher from high school—ew, even
though he was handsome, kind of, sort of—and while successful as far as
erotic dreams went, it had left her craving a bath—or a visit to the principal’s
office—the following day.
It had become clear pretty quickly that her first dream of him was, sadly,
not of the erotic variety. Just her luck since she had, at the time and with
some flight of fancy thought, Now there’s a temple in which I would happily
He was dressed plainly, almost strangely, and at first she’d assimilated
him with a fantasy series she’d binge-watched just the week before. But those
TV characters, despite the show being set in an ancient world, had been
dressed with a bent toward futuristic, wearing a lot of tight black clothing,
having many pockets and numerous belts that held a variety of other-worldly
weapons. This guy in her dreams wore what looked like peasant clothing she
might see at one of the many medieval fairs she’d been to over the years,
including rough-hewn breeches and a belted linen shirt.
Also strange, that for as many times as he’d visited her in her dreams,
never was the picture of him crystal clear.
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