When You Close Your Eyes
by Roxanne D. Howard
Genre:
Supernatural Romance

Dreams are the perfect shelter for fantasies, safe havens to step inside
without changing our daily lives. For Lark Braithwaite, all that is
about to change. During the last six months, Lark has dreamt of a
mysterious Irish lover who knows what she wants and gives her exactly
what she needs. In her waking life in busy London, things aren't as
ideal as her long-term relationship with her controlling fiancé
Charles has hit a dry spell.

When Lark is called home to Oregon for her father's funeral, she comes
face to face with the demons from her past, but she never expects to
meet her dream lover in the flesh. Niall O'Hagan steps straight out
of her fantasies and into her life, and the powerful connection they
share rocks her foundation. Although she's dealing with the
bitterness of her fiancé's betrayal and his jealousy, Niall soon
stirs Lark's awareness of her superficial existence and reawakens her
sexuality....and her soul.


Her fantasy lover is real…
“Why are you wearing a suit and tie this time?” She squinted against the sunlight. Please, God, let this be a dream. He moved his head and put her in shade.
“This time?” He lifted an eyebrow, perplexed. “You’ll have to forgive me, lass, but I’ve no idea what the devil you’re talking about.” He maneuvered himself off her and sat upright at the end of the swing.
She tucked her feet against her, sat up, and blinked at him in utter disbelief.
“I came to knock on the door when I saw you on the swing. You tossed and turned, and with the way you grunted, I assumed you were in the middle of some sort of a seizure.”
He turned his head and licked his lips, full and abused by her kisses. A mushroom cloud of mortification bloomed inside her, steadily bigger by the minute.
“Erm, you…begged me to kiss you, and then you yanked me down. One thing led to another and, well, that was pretty much the way of it. I am only human, though I know it’s no excuse.” He swallowed and stared at her, his Adam’s apple moving in his throat. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have gone down when you pulled me, but it was strange—like you knew me or something.”
Lark leaned forward and rubbed her eyes. This couldn’t be real. He had to be a hallucination. When she opened her eyes, she’d see a man in his fifties with a receding hairline, glasses, and a beer gut. She reopened her eyes, and there he was: The full package.






Roxanne D. Howard is a U.S. Army veteran who has a bachelor's degree in
Psychology and English. She loves to read poetry, classical
literature, and Stephen King. Also, she is an avid Star Wars fan,
musical theater nut, and marine biology geek. Roxanne resides in the
western U.S., and when she's not writing, she enjoys spending time
with her husband and children. Roxanne loves to hear from her
readers, and encourages you to contact her via her website and social media.



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