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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Conn Hennessey suffered nine hundred years trapped in a godforsaken painting. Halloween magic gives him one chance at freedom. With just twenty four hours to break the spell, by convincing the woman he loves they belong together, a day never seemed so short. Dana Kavanagh wishes she were gullible enough to believe her sexy stranger's story. He looks and acts like the man of her dreams but magic, time travel and a pissed off witch seem farfetched. Afraid of looking like a fool if it's a hoax, can she afford the consequences if she's wrong? The clock is ticking?

eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2008

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [378 KB], eReader (PDB) [103 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [78 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [70 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [167 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [139 KB], hiebook (KML) [223 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [164 KB], iSilo (PDB) [64 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [81 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [153 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [110 KB]
Words: 23351
Reading time: 66-93 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 978-1-60088-171-8

"Imaginative, colorful and utterly sexy. The concept of your own personal stalker right in your own bedroom shall give voyeurs and voyeur wannabes a pleasurable thrill as they read Jayne Rylon's fantastic tale of wanting, needing and longing. A sizzing fairytale come true." 5 out of 5 flags, Euro-Reviews

"The tantalizing suspense and deep feelings the characters ushered me into was like being lead into a dark theater, listening to time tick away like a time bomb that was ready to explode at any given moment, without knowing what was on the program. The not knowing what was going to happen next amazed me considerably. So I sank by degrees slowly into the movement of the story, just like sinking down into my comfortable couch. I was lost in the romance of, PICTURE PERFECT. Truly an appealing historical lore completed with sensual ecstasy. The vivid descriptions of the time period were awesome!"--4 1/2 Hearts, The Romance Studio

Dana pulled back from the intoxicating warmth of the man's body to study his face now that her heart rate had slowed from hypersonic to merely accelerated. Her hands extended, as if they had a mind of their own, and she skimmed her fingertips across the planes of his face, over his eyebrows, his high cheekbones, his strong jaw and even his full lips. "It's amazing. You look just like him. I mean, you look just like the man in a painting I own."

The deep blue ice of his eyes shone through even in the dim lighting, and his coal black hair flopped carelessly over his forehead, just waiting for a breeze to stir it back from his face, exactly the way the artist had captured it. The only difference between the man in front of her and the image she'd memorized over the years was this man's lack of anger. It softened his features from slightly harsh to unbearably handsome.

"Perhaps that's because I am the man from the painting."

"The details are perfect. She must have taken a picture sometime..." Dana's rambling drifted off as she continued her explorations. The elaborate design of the stitching on his sleeves drew her gaze downward to the scabbard at his side. She traced the raised pattern of metal and gemstones reverently, admiring the craftsmanship necessary to forge such an extraordinary replica.

"Don't fret over the details, lady. Sometimes the simple answer is best. Let me give you this night." His azure eyes implored her to throw caution to the wind and surrender to the sparks of attraction fizzling in her blood. "Can you pretend that I am your liege from the wood?"

The rise and fall of his theatric voice reminded Dana of old movies. She wondered if he practiced the cadence and ancient inflection as part of his disguise. If so, his appearance here tonight could not be a last minute setup. A lot of thought and planning had gone into this performance. In a way, the gesture touched her like all gifts that held meaning for their thoughtfulness rather than their intrinsic value.

She remembered her Gram's words then ... Follow your dreams.

"I'll try, if only to find out who put you up to this."

Conn handed her the half-full glass of wine she'd been nursing before he found her. "Finish your spirits, then I'd like to walk with you in the moonlight."

Jenny had obviously arranged to give her a dream for her birthday. The attraction Dana felt to the man in front of her would be ludicrous to deny. Her panties had already dampened between her thighs. Only a romantic would have agreed to fulfill her fantasy, which counted as a mark in his favor. Who was she to ruin a lot of effort on both their parts, when she wanted the man anyway?

"All right, Sir Conn Hennessey, for tonight, I am yours."