When The Veil Is Thin: Sometimes Wet Dreams Come True!

By Elizabeth Black

Angelica Preston is in for the ride of her life. With the help of a little magic, she meets the man of her dreams - literally.

Antonio is the main character in her latest romance novel, but she makes passionate love to him in her dreams. He tells her she can make him a flesh-and-blood lover only if she follows explicit instructions. She has three days to achieve her goal.

Does she do as she is told, or does she need to be punished for not following through?

Time is running out. How will Angelica win Antonio in the end?

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Aug 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781783332175

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Chapter One

Angelica Preston stood in front of her mailbox, bills and junk mail in hand, and saw that old Mrs. Buckland’s Full Wolf Moon Magik of New Orleans catalog was once again in her slot. For some reason the mail carrier stuck her neighbor’s mail in her box on occasion. Curious, she leafed through the pages and found a sex magik spell that came with its own red candle of a wax penis. Instructions told her to light the candle, anoint it with Lords of Lust oil, and recite Deuteronomy 23:1, which read If a man’s testicles are crushed or his penis is cut off, he may not be admitted to the assembly of the LORD. The spell was Triple Strength! Guaranteed! and it cost $25.00 plus tax.

Great. Just what she needed. A wax dick to attract a decent man. The last man to sweep her off her feet swept out of her life when he left her for another women. Stung by Jake’s rejection, she lost herself in her romance fiction. She had published a few short stories but now she worked on a novella where she created her dream lover, a massive and hard man named Antonio who swept away her heroine on a cloud of romance and eroticism so intense Angelica needed to tend to her own needs when she finished writing a chapter. Antonio became so real to her she smelled his musky scent in her bed. She felt his arms around her at night when she cried herself to sleep, and heard his footsteps in her living room, but upon searching for him discovered she was alone in her apartment.

She wanted to get back to her book but not before returning Mrs. Buckland’s mail to her.

When the old woman answered her door Angelica could have sworn she shrunk which wasn’t good because she was only four foot eleven. Her oversized sweater and stretch pants disguised her gypsy heritage. It’s not like Angelica expected her to wear flouncing skirts and off-the-shoulder billowy blouses, which would have looked ridiculous on someone pushing ninety. Nope, Mrs. Buckland stood before her dressed in her most comfortable casual duds. The only hint of her heritage was the bejeweled combs in her long, coal black, dyed hair.

Hi, Mrs. Buckland. Seems I got your mail again.

That’s only the goddess sending you my way for a visit, my dear. How is Jake?

I stopped seeing him two months ago. She told Mrs. Buckland several times that she and Jake had broken up but the woman always forgot.

I’m not sorry to hear you aren’t seeing him anymore. He was never good enough for you. He thought of you as soil.

Angelica gave the woman a sad smile. You mean he treated me like dirt.

Yes, exactly dear. There is a man out there who will love and cherish you. Jake was not that man.

She agreed since Jake was too possessive and jealous for her taste. Flashing back to that spell in the catalogue, she wondered if Jake would have left her alone sooner if she crushed his balls and