At the library, while the facially scared Kathryn Pines obsesses over books, Keen Edge appears out of nowhere. Looking exactly like the sizzling hunk on a book cover, he invites Kathryn to journey with him into stories filled with lust, adventure, bondage and submission.
Kathryn surrenders to the passions and adventures of four tales raging from contemporary to fantasy, and soon loses her heart to Keen. Keen, though, isn’t just a character in a book and his invitation to forever might be more ominous than it appears.
“I think tonight I shall toy with the fantasy of being a rich debutante, Clare, and my father, a baron, who had hired a virile stable boy.” She read out loud a book’s inside blurb then looked at the salacious cover, “He’s far less the boy, much more the stunning man.”
“Thank you,” rang a response.
Kathryn turned. “May I help you?”
“Might I ye?”
“Who are you?”
The handsome dark-haired man, a crescent scar filling his left cheek, wore a linen unbuttoned, sleeveless shirt. They displayed massive arms, while his stomach muscles rippled beneath bronzed skin. With canted head, he winked, “Don’t ye know?”
The familiar twinges in her pussy encouraged her to touch. His handsome features and well-developed physique spontaneously spawned those twitches. “No.”
He studied her as if devouring every stitch of clothing, chewing them off of her, leaving her vulnerable and naked. “Ye called me—stunning.”
Recollection snapped her eyes, as she turned to the cover of the book in her hand, stared and flashed back to the man before her. His image was on the bodice ripper’s cover. “You!”
“T’is I, milady. I am Keen. Might I help ye?”
“Is this a joke?” Though anger simmered, the thought anyone cared enough to pull a prank was also flattering.
“Keen, does not joke with a goddess such as ye.”
“I’m being punked aren’t I?”