Reviews
Recommended Read!
“Blistering hot but this story is so much more than just good sex. . . . Ms. Dante grabbed my attention on the first page of this book and held it to the end. I had a hard time putting it down for any reason. . . . I highly recommend Dreamwalker to any lover of paranormal stories who wants creative characters with intriguing skills, explosive sexual relationships, and non-stop adventure.”
“Move over James Bond and make room for Damon and Rory! These two are a hot, likeable couple that will have you rooting for them both equally. . . . There is just the right mix of intrigue, danger, humor and passion all wrapped up with a paranormal bow to make this story a winner!”
A Page Turner!
“Dreamwalker is intriguing, steamy, and sexy and had me wondering how these two were going to complete their mission with their hearts, let alone their lives, intact. . . . The romance had me smiling, the sex had me sweating along with the well-developed characters, and the touch of humor had me laughing out loud. . . . [Put] this book on your must read list. I know I’ll read it again.”
“Kathleen Dante spins a great tale packed with all the things romance readers love – plenty of lava hot passion, chilling suspense and a wonderful HEA. . . . [Damon and Rory] will steal [your] breath and have you eagerly turning the pages to find out if they survive their mission.”
“Be prepared for heart-stopping action and adventure coated with intense physical satisfaction and sexual tension. . . . This story started out with action and never let up. I couldn’t stop reading it.”
Five Blue Ribbons!
“Superb! Drama, passion and a killer storyline . . . a fantastic read. . . . The heat between [Damon and Aurora] was absolutely mesmerizing.”
Outstanding Read!
“Excellent story, suspenseful, action packed and sensual . . . A complex plot with more than enough twists and turns to keep you breathless . . . when you add in the titillating relationship which grows between Damon and Rory you are not going to want to put down the book until you’ve turned the last page.”
“Dreamwalker is smoking hot! . . . Ms. Dante has written a great plotline with such sizzle and pop it is impossible to read this book without fanning yourself. And once you add the sex scenes, time for the fire department. . . . Total reader enjoyment.”
“The fire and heat . . . [are] electrifying and addictive. This is another Kathleen Dante read I could not put down until the very last page.”
Four Stars!
“This sexy romantic thriller has all the ingredients of a good story—an interesting plot, nonstop action and two unique characters. Of course, there’s a drool-worthy hero, and Dante’s shapeshifting heroine provides plenty of variety for him.”
—Romantic Times BOOKreviews
Excerpts
“Looking
for this?” The deep growl sounded from the depths of shadow behind a tall bush, almost as if it
were part of the night. A bodiless hand held out her grapnel, the same one
she’d anchored on one of the crenels on the darkest side of the museum, preset
for a quick getaway.
With the
barest scuff of heel, the Adonis of the park emerged into the half-light, a slight
quirk of his lips giving him a triumphant air. He was dressed in dark clothes,
his long hair tied back in a low, loose ponytail.
Rory’s
nipples beaded in welcome as sensual awareness zinged her core. Even as she
berated herself silently, she couldn’t deny he looked wonderful. If he weren’t
a Fed out to get her—which was the only possible reason for his presence—she
wouldn’t hesitate to take him as a lover.
He coiled
her rope along the shank of the grapnel and tied it off neatly, guaranteeing
that even if she managed to take it from him, she couldn’t deploy it with any
speed—certainly not quickly enough to escape.
“Maybe.”
Rory searched the shadows of the rooftop garden, looking for museum security and finding none. He was
alone and wasn’t making any moves to call for support. Why was that?
Dismissing
the question as irrelevant, she darted back, heading for the door to draw him
away from her egress point. She didn’t plan on going back inside, but he
couldn’t know that. If he wanted to capture her himself, he’d have to stop her.
He took
the bait, chasing her in silence, the slight thuds of his boots the only sounds
he made. She hadn’t been far off when she’d labeled him a predator.
Her
traitorous body thrilled to his pursuit, a definite wetness creeping down her
thighs. Rory could feel her labia swelling, her strides rubbing the damp lips
together in sensual friction. Her unruly imagination titillated her with a
scene of caveman sex: the Adonis throwing her down and claiming her. She
shivered in reaction. Damn it, now isn’t
the time for that!
A glance
stolen over her shoulder found him catching up with every step, his long legs
eating up the distance between them. The determination squaring his jaw had
desire pooling in her belly, hot and heavy, throwing off her stride.
He shot
past her, blocking the path to the door.
Changing
direction, Rory swerved around a large ceramic pot, her feet feeling leaden, as
though she were running through molasses. The humidity in the air didn’t help;
it felt like a sauna.
He
blocked her again, forcing her to round a pungent hedge. He was toying with
her, herding her to where he wanted. Well, two could play that game.
She
veered into a stand of palms, hoping her agility would offset his greater
speed. For a moment she thought it would work, but the low leafy trees ended too
soon, leaving her racing over a well-kept lawn.
He slammed into her like a runaway locomotive, sending
her flying through the air. Then the night spun and she landed on hard,
unyielding muscle. Before she could catch her breath, he twisted around,
planting her facedown on the grass and under his big body.
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Chapter One
