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Excerpt of Where Dreams Are Made by Anne Hope


Samhain Publishing
November 2008
On Sale: October 28, 2008
Featuring: Daniel Frost; Jenny Logan
252 pages
ISBN: 1605042226
EAN: 9781605042220
Kindle: B001RV3OO0
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Romance Contemporary

Also by Anne Hope:

Soul Chase, December 2013
Soul Thief, September 2013
Hardcover / e-Book
Soul Deep, February 2013
Soul Bound, June 2012
Broken Angels, August 2011
Trade Size / e-Book
Broken Angels, September 2010
Where Dreams Are Made, August 2009
Trade Size / e-Book
Where Dreams Are Made, November 2008

Excerpt of Where Dreams Are Made by Anne Hope

Jenny mounted the bike, her heart thundering with excitement and the fear of the unknown. She had no idea what awaited her at the end of this path, no idea what threats lay lurking in the shadows. She knew only that for the first time in her life she felt free, at peace. She could stay here forever, breathing in the crisp sea air, listening to the chirruping birds, losing herself in the gentle caress of the breeze blowing against her face as she rode deeper and deeper into the shivering forest.

Before long the house she sought loomed ahead, a rustic wooden structure perched on the edge of a sea cliff. From where she stood, it seemed as if one strong gust of wind could send the two-story cottage tumbling down the jagged rock into the hungry mouth of the ocean.

No lights shone inside the narrow windows, but she caught a flash of movement on the porch. A tall, solitary figure stood, bracketed by the falling sun. The wind whipped his hair, the shoulder-length strands reminding her of a warrior in an old movie she'd once seen.

Pedaling up the pebble-dotted path, she approached the stranger. Somewhere in her rational brain she knew she should be afraid. There was something unattainable, almost forbidding about him. But fear didn't hold her back this time. Fascination quickened her pulse, propelling her forward.

The wind rustled through the lofty maples and brittle pines, masking the sound of Jenny's bike as she drew nearer. With a surge of anticipation, she put the bike aside, strapped her duffel bag over her shoulder, and climbed the wooden steps of the porch. A floorboard creaked beneath her feet and the man slowly turned toward her, his face shadowed by twilight and a curtain of black hair falling across his left cheek. Surprise shimmered in his eyes right before he looked away. His grip tensed, tightening around the railing. Stunned, Jenny watched him turn his back to her, his broad shoulders taut with unease.

"What do you want?" Despite the words he spoke, his voice wasn't harsh. It was calm, soothing like a lullaby.

"Are you Daniel Frost?"

He nodded, allowing her a scarce glimpse of his right profile. It was a handsome profile, with a high, chiseled cheekbone and a straight sculpted nose, which led down to a pair of full lips and a powerful chin. Not a face one should feel inclined to hide.

"I'm Jenny Logan," she said, a beehive of activity fluttering in her chest. "The assistant you hired."

The first thought that lanced through Daniel's dazed mind was that someone had made a horrible, horrible mistake.

Even though he hadn't specifically asked the employment agency to send him a male assistant, he had emphasized that the job could prove too strenuous for a woman. But right now, the job requirements were the least of his worries. He couldn't work with a woman, couldn't have a woman living in his home.

Especially one so breathtakingly beautiful. When he first saw her, for a brief moment he thought he'd dreamed her—a specter from his wildest fantasies, gliding up his front porch, her deep, solemn eyes asking him why he stood alone gazing at the sunset. In that frozen moment he'd forgotten about his face, had wanted nothing but to look at her.

"Assistant?" He stared at the sun sinking into the sea, its vibrant colors bleeding into the sky only to fade like threads of mist. As the last pulsing rays dimmed, dusk finally fell, bringing with it the comforting cloak of darkness.

"Yes. You did hire an assistant, didn't you?"

He searched for something to say that would settle this mess and send her back where she'd come from. All he managed was a nod. Thick, empty silence swelled between them. "I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow," he finally uttered. "I thought I was picking you up at San Juan. How did you get here?"

"I have a friend who owns a boat. He dropped me off. I wanted to get a head start on the job. Is that all right?"

No, it wasn't all right. Her presence here was nothing but a huge mistake. Why wasn't she afraid? What kind of woman accepted a job with a stranger on a remote island?

"You know, it's pretty hard to talk to someone when he has his back turned to you."

His heart gave an involuntary jolt. He didn't want her to look at him, didn't want to catch that inevitable flicker of pity and revulsion in her eyes. But he knew he had to turn around sooner or later, and nightfall had descended just in time to conceal him. Slowly, he pivoted on his heels, praying the wind wouldn't blow his hair off his face.

"You're not much of a talker, are you?" She smiled at him and her expression glimmered with humor and friendly warmth. The darkening night had had the intended effect. He was safe, for now.

"You just caught me off guard."

"Then let's do this again." Extending her hand, she waited for him to meet it. "I'm Jenny Logan."

A swift, primal instinct urged him to wrap his fingers around hers, but he hesitated. She seemed too perfect for his touch, too ethereal to be breathing the same air as he. Long dark locks swayed around a face as fine as a porcelain doll's. Wide, curious hazel eyes fringed by long black lashes gave her a childlike innocence, contrasted by a moist, sensual mouth and a curvaceous body.

Aware that he was staring, he met her handshake, if only to prove to himself she was flesh-and-blood real. An unfamiliar heat instantly spread through him, drowning his voice. "Daniel Frost," he whispered.

Excerpt from Where Dreams Are Made by Anne Hope
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