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Discretion Optional

Written By: Caitlin West
Published by: Devine Destinies
ISBN #:978-1-77111-070-9
Series: Avalon Nights # 2
Word Count:22306
Page Count: 108
Heat Level:
Price: $3.99
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Palm DOC/iSolo, Microsoft Reader, Hiebook, HTML, Mobipocket, Rocket, Epub, Sony PDF, Sony LRF

    After ensuring that I was encased from shoulders to ankles like a mummy, I wriggled my arm free to drain the water. When I heard it tumbling down the drain, I wandered out of my bedroom and down the hall to the nearest guest room. It hadn’t been used in a while, but the last time the maid was over, she had changed the bedding.
    
    I cranked on the heat and crawled under the blankets naked. Pajamas were an extra effort I was way too tired to indulge. When I closed my eyes, my breathing fell into a heavy rhythm moments later. Sleep danced on the edges of my conscious mind, casually closing in until I drifted off.
    
    A surreal landscape opened before me and for the first time I could ever remember, I knew I was dreaming. Most of the time I simply accepted whatever oddity my brain threw my way, but now I felt like an intruder in my own subconscious, a voyeur who shouldn’t be seeing the things presented to me.
    
    I saw a tempest brewing on the horizon and off to the right, a violent sea thrashed like a restless monster rousing from a long sleep. Dusty rocks surrounded me, the jagged edges bit into my bare feet. I was naked in these elements, the breeze tickling my skin, but it wasn’t cold enough to make me miserable.
    
    I knew I should’ve put on pajamas.
    
    A man came out of the storm, walking with a stiff, proud gait. He was armed with a wicked looking sword, which he held in his right hand, the tip pointed away from him. The blade was longer than my leg with a serrated top and curved edge.
    
    He was still a silhouette, but I could make out some details. His body was covered by piecemeal plate armor. The left shoulder had a massive spiked pad where the other was bare. Boots came high and covered the knees in the front while wrapping low around the sides.
    
    His long hair was caught up in the wind, flowing to the side like he was a living fantasy painting.
    
    Wait, why is he coming this way?
    
    It would take him some time to get to me, but what happens when he got here? That nasty looking weapon was not designed for cuddling. Was it meant for me or some other purpose?
    
    Self-preservation suggested that waiting around to find out was a bad plan. I turned to flee and stopped so suddenly, I nearly toppled off the cliff behind me. The chasm yawned before me, the bottom lost to a swirling mist some dozens of yards down.
    
    Why the hell is my dream so inconvenient?
    
    I turned around to see how much progress my potential attacker had made and let out an involuntary scream.
    
    He was standing three feet in front of me.
    
     

    Abigail Wright has a complicated life. Lead singer, rising star and just possibly, the descendant of an angel. Abby’s many commitments are challenged with the addition of the enigmatic Ian Preiss who has taken over the role of band manager for Avalon Nights. Combine this with the fact that she very well may be falling in love with dashing reporter David Pike, the future is not exactly certain.

    Filled with pop culture references, a light hearted tone and an honest romance borne of the soul, Discretion Optional continues the tale where Dry Spells & Divinity left off. As answers come to light, will Abby follow her dreams or embrace traditions she never knew existed?
    
     

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