What good is a dream when the love of your life isn't included in the story?
When I wake up in this huge manor house, miles away from home, I have to pinch myself to believe this has all happened to me.
I was supposed to be that plain-Jane, mid-western girl, brought up in Minneapolis.
But my life completely changed one year ago, when I met him; Darius, the love of my life.
And I knew, judging from those huge arms, that rock solid chest, and that face of an angel, that I had just struck gold.
Here was a man who knew my soul inside and out -- a man who could seduce me with just his eyes.
I’m not even sure if ‘love’ could describe these irrevocable feelings between us.
But I know love will be the glue that holds us together.
Aside from having this near perfect human to call my own, I knew I had unfinished business…
A dream I needed to chase, another man who’s lust I admittedly desired, and these feelings of utter utter remorse.
I knew I had to settle this enigma within myself, or I’d risk the chance of losing him forever.