The Dream Master

By Maggie Nash

Working undercover and pretending to be lovers with his long-time work partner should have been a piece of cake—except good ole 'Hels' wasn't the person Dimitri thought she was.

Police detective Helena Peters has been secretly in love with her partners for years. It doesn't help that he never looks at her as anything other than his work partner. What would he do if he discovered what she was really thinking?

His classic Greek looks were responsible for Dimitri Michaels' arrogant success with women, so going undercover and pretending to be lovers with Helena should be a piece of cake, but she isn't the person he thought she was.

Why was the only girl in his dreams now the only one who'd been right under his nose for years? More to the point, can he keep her safe long enough to convince her what he feels for her isn't an act?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Sep 20, 2010
• ISBN: 9780857152893

Maggie Nash

Living in a fantasy world as a child, Maggie was fascinated with telling stories. Whenever she shared her adventures of imaginary friends and saving the world from the bad guys, her mother called it ?Romancing? Actually it was more likely a really good ploy to get out of doing chores! Little wonder that after a life spent in many different occupations, Maggie has settled in to writing romance fiction. Her stories range from dark erotic thrillers, to fantasy tales of bondage and submission, to romantic suspense and paranormal.

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The Dream Master

ISBN # 978-0-85715-289-3

©Copyright Maggie Nash 2010

Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright September 2010

Edited by Jess Bimberg

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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Published in 2010 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

THE DREAM MASTER

Maggie Nash

Dedication

To Pam, Tess and Elektra, my original partners in crime — a toast to our successful move forward.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Krispy Kremes:        Krispy Kreme Doughnut Corporation

Jacuzzi:                      Jacuzzi Brand Corporation

Corolla:                      Toyota Motor Corporation

Issey Miyake:            Beauté Prestige International

Big Brother:               Endemol International B.V

Men in Black:            Amblin Entertainment

Wile E. Coyote:        Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc

Chapter One

The girl was naked.

The bed where she lay was swathed in red satin. White tulle suspended from the ceiling hung loosely around the edges of the bed, teasing her long, tanned legs. The heady scent of sandalwood pervaded the room where the only light source was a dozen lighted candles grouped together on the window ledge.

Ravel’s Bolero played softly in the background while the telltale sounds of a woman’s pleasure came fast and furious from her open mouth. She writhed and slithered on the sensuous material and her legs parted.

A man approached the bed, only his back visible. His pale blond hair flowed just a shade past the wide shoulders of his flowing white robes. His hypnotic voice spoke to her and she opened her eyes. Turning her head towards him, she smiled. Her dreamy eyes watched him draw near, her arms lifted in welcome as he sat on the edge of the bed. His hands covered hers and he pushed them back behind her head. Her sigh of protest which quickly became a guttural groan when his mouth descended on one aroused nipple, suckling and biting. While his mouth feasted, he trailed a hand down her body to stroke her engorged labia, moving slowly back and forth as her arousal eased the way for his long fingers. She arched her back, urging him to delve farther, deeper.

He lifted his head and moved his glistening fingers to her mouth, urging her to taste herself. She clamped her free hand around his wrist and sucked his index finger deeply into her mouth. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, savouring the sensation.

The girl grew bolder, swirling her pink tongue up and down the length of his fingers one by one. He held on to her head with his other hand, forcing her closer as if it was his cock she was servicing and not his hand.

In a sudden movement, he let go of her and she fell back against the mattress. He flipped her over onto her stomach, lifting her hips to expose her body to him. With a flick of his wrists, his robes opened and he entered her. The girl cried out as his hands gripped her hips, although it was difficult to tell if from pleasure or pain. Maybe both.

Oh shit. Helena Peters drew back farther into her hiding place behind the heavy drapes, fearful her laboured breathing and the loud thud of her heart would betray her presence. Well, she’d certainly gotten more than she’d bargained for. This assignment became more complicated all the time. She never figured she’d be required to become a voyeur when she accepted this gig. What started as an investigation into a cult leader’s financial dealings was getting more and more curious all the time. It appeared he was using sex to control his subjects. The methods he used to convince them to submit to him she had yet to find out.

Intelligent, professional women were not only giving him control of their money, but of their bodies as well. He certainly was no prize, although some women may find his Nordic looks attractive. He congratulated himself, he was on a good wicket here.

It made her sick to her stomach.

She wished they’d hurry up and finish. Despite her objections to his methods of seduction, no one would ever be totally unaffected by watching a couple having sex. Hot, amazing, multiple-orgasm type of sex from the look and sound of it. Damn, it was uncomfortable listening to that. Sweat trickled down her neck and between her breasts, alerting her to the fact she was no saint. Thank God Dimitri wasn’t with her. Group voyeur sessions with the man of her dreams would not be a good thing. The fact he didn’t even think of her as anything other than a mate made that thought even more painful. Don’t even go there, girl!

The moans and sighs eventually stopped and she heard the door quietly close. Peering around the edge of the drapes, she could see the girl lying on the bed alone and apparently asleep. The scent of sex hung heavily in the air and Helena wrinkled her nose. She couldn’t tell how deeply asleep the girl really was, but time was not a luxury she could afford. She needed to get out of there now so she could report to her partner. How was Dimitri going to react to this piece of news?

Her opportunity came as the girl shifted in her sleep and turned away from the curtains. Helena slowly turned the handle and opened the French doors, slipping out into the night.

Reaching the perimeter fence of the compound, she retrieved the rope she’d hidden under a pile of leaves and threw the grappling hook over the wall. A dog barked as she made it to the top of the fence and she heaved the rope up and out of sight before jumping down to the street outside. As she threw her gear into her backpack, a hand touched her shoulder. Shit. She reached for the gun she’d stored in the backpack, but the lightning-fast hand shifted and grabbed her wrist before she got the chance to open the zipper.

A voice whispered in her ear, Relax Hels, it’s just me.

She relaxed her muscles but then looked up at him in surprise and, oh yes, a moderate degree of annoyance. "Jesus, Dim, you scared the shit out of me. What the heck are