Thursday, May 30, 2013

Once Every Spring

Tantalizing Thursday

                 Once Every Spring
Author: Lisa Logan
Genre: Mainstream Romance/Urban Fantasy
Buy: Amazon


Dana shook her head, feeling the first throbbing beats of a headache. Too bad her psychosis hadn’t thought to bring coffee along for the ride. “I don’t understand. You say you don’t know where this is, but you can visit whenever you want?”
The stranger turned to her, the sun hitting his green eyes in a way that lit a fire in her abdomen. “Not whenever I want.”
“How, then?” She had trouble matching his long, easy strides. “Do you wish yourself here? Did you know what would happen the first time? Can you leave any time?”

He stopped with an amused grin and outstretched hand.“Hi. I’m Adam, by the way. And you are?”
She burst out laughing.
He arched a brow. “What?”
“Adam?” She shook her head, still chuckling. “Adam who?”
He started to answer, but hesitated. “Just Adam.”
Her chuckle turned into a belly laugh sufficient to squeeze tears into the corner of her eyes, and she had to clutch her abdomen to contain it.
He looked less than amused. “Is something funny?”
“You, I guess. This.” She gestured around. “Me. I mean, I’ve cracked my block and teleported myself into Dreamsville with a handsome guy. Then I find out I’ve landed in the garden of Eden with none other than Adam himself. What’s not funny about that?”
His grin tingled along all new nerve bundles in her spine. “You think I’m handsome?”
She folded her arms, mentally berating herself for the slip. Then again, he was only a figment of her deluded subconscious. Why play coy?
She shrugged. “If I’m going to have a mental meltdown, a gorgeous guy may as well be in the fantasy.”
His look burned into her. “Now I'm gorgeous?”
“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head. The last thing I need is a delusion with delusions of grandeur.”
He chuckled as she struck off the same way he’d been headed with no clue where she was going. “You still didn’t tell me your name.”
She swatted what she thought was an insect from her lower calf, frowning when she looked down to see the crimped the stalk of a delicate cosmos-type flower. “You’re my delusion. You tell me.”
He eyed her up and down, laying a finger on his cheek as though pretending to deliberate. “I suppose Eve would be too derivative?”

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