![]() ![]() When her fingers touched his mouth, he took hold of her wrist halting her. Her hands reached out and cupped his face before her fingers lightly caressed his ears then his nose, which caused him to chuckle. "I have to know if you're real," she told him and he met her eyes. "What is it you've done, Chickie?" he asked as his gaze landed on her lips. "Forgive me," she said and he frowned, wondering why she felt the need for forgiveness. He didn't recognize her, and he knew he wouldn't forget such a striking woman. Dean wondered who brought this intriguing gal. I won't hurt you." This was a private party among friends to celebrate the wrap up of the last episode of The Long Trail, until the end of January when they would start filming again. How could he not have taken more? When her hand pressed against his chest, he knew it had been too much for her. The pleasure was like sweet agony as she met his caress, as if she'd been waiting for him. When his lips coaxed hers with tantalizing persuasion, surprisingly she hadn't objected. He had wanted a small taste of her before he let her go. She seemed skittish, innocent, so unlike the other women who threw themselves at his feet. Simply enchanting, he thought as his fingers caressed a curly strand. He loved the way her wild curls framed her pixie-like face. This one was cute even in her odd attire. A shadow of annoyance crossed his features until he must have realized panic rioted within her gaze.ĭean loved these parties, women throwing themselves at him as if he were a god. She pushed him away, breaking contact as if his lips had suddenly burned her. The man died over three decades ago, she thought as reality came hurtling down on her. Her mind screamed it couldn't be happening. His hands moved to her waist holding her close. She was kissing Dean McCloud, the man she dreamt about, with the contagious smile and polished moves. Passion inched through her veins, making her wish the kiss would go on forever. While he tasted her, she clung to his shoulders. She closed her eyes and relished in the way his tongue traced the fullness of her lips before slipping between them. "Ah, Chickie," he breathed and leaned forward. She prayed if this was a dream she wouldn't wake up. His eyes turned a shade darker, and his eyelids closed halfway. She knew the moment he decided to kiss her. He smiled his eyes taking in every feature before his gaze landed on her lips. Her arms went around his neck, but that was simply preservation. Dean sat down in the chair and snaked out a hand, grabbing her arm and pulling her onto his lap. She looked around her, taking in the subtle differences that made the home seem more … McCloud-like, was all she could come up with for now. Tricia was convinced she was still asleep, only she never dreamt with this much clarity. "What?" She turned, seeing the Corona inches from her face before she looked up. A woman in a tight short skirt and go-go boots was trying to pour the bubbly into two flute glasses. Tricia deduced the popping sound came from someone uncorking a champagne bottle. The men had long hair and side burns and the women wore dark eye shadow, flowered tops and suede boots. More surprising, how come no one shook her awake. She glanced around the crowded room wondering how she slept through the caretaker setting up for the seventies costume party. The last thing she remembered was watching Dean's final performance on the old television console. However, fear was soon replaced by confusion and she stood straight, but kept her hands gripped on the head rest of the chair. The loud popping sounds and the screams following them, made her catapult out of the chair with the need to take cover. Someone wants him dead and they have until the stroke of midnight on New Years Eve to find out who or history will once again repeat itself. However, when Tricia's predictions start coming true, Dean realizes maybe she's not a crazy chick after all. Someone else pulled the trigger.ĭean McCloud thinks Tricia is trippin' when she tells him she's from the future. However, after meeting the overconfident movie star, she's convinced he didn't kill himself. ![]() When she's miraculously transported back in time and she finds out it's a few days before Dean killed himself, she realizes she has a chance to save him. She thought if she wrote the story, her curiosity would be satisfied and she could move on with her life. Even though the actor died before she was born, she felt a connection to him. Tricia Lancaster, a reporter for a small time newspaper volunteered to cover the story of Dean McCloud's life. ISBN-13: 978-1502383945 ISBN-10: 1502383942Ĭover Artist: Karen Michelle Nutt/ Gillian's Book Covers "Judge Your Book By Its Cover" Publisher:Otherworldly Romances 1st,Revised edition (July 17, 2008)/ 2nd Edition Amazon 2014 Heat index: sweet to sensual (two flames) Pages: 104 (approx. ![]()
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