#Giveaway: Touched by The Sandman by Beverly Ovalle
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Title – Touched by the Sandman
Author – Beverly Ovalle
Genre – Erotic Paranormal
Publication Date – March 20, 2014
Length (Pages/# Words) – 34
Publisher – Boroughs Publishing Group
Cover Artist – Boroughs Publishing Group
~A lonely woman’s torrid sexual dreams and fantasy partner await her as a dominant reality in another dimension~
The sandman visits those that need him, assisting them to sleep. Until one night he meets a woman that he cannot help but return to time after time.
She is lonely. He comes to her as she drifts off to sleep, the man of her dreams. Awake or asleep, which is her reality?
He knows she is the one meant for him. He will find a way to make both of their dreams come true.
Touched by the sandman by Beverly Ovalee. ….. great short story but it leaves you wanting more. The only thing I didn’t like is it left at a part that leaves you wondering what happened. Aliann knows the man that comes to her in her dreams is real. The next morning she feels wonderful . Maybe if she believes he may just become real. I give this a 3.5 fang review only because it doesn’t finish the story.
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The darkness blurred and shimmered, bringing to life a man of moonlight and darkness: Aryne.
Before him Aryne could see her, lying in bed, tears of loneliness staining her pillow. She made his heart ache. He softly stepped to her side. His hand touched her face and gently pushed back her hair. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, turning her dreams from sadness to joy. Her body arched toward his touch as the skim of his hand, the heat of his skin traced the edges of her curves. He stepped back…and then within the shimmer of dreams disappeared.
Night after night her loneliness cried to him. Unable to resist, he came to her. Subtly he inserted himself into her dreams, into her arms. Aryne knew it was wrong. As a guide, his job was to bring sweet, peaceful dreams. But no one affected him like she had. He was unable to resist comforting her, drawing her into his arms, covering her body with his…but only in her dreams. There Aryne stole the passion from her lips, igniting an ache in his body that would not go away.
Touching her shattered him. He knew instinctively that her touch would be his downfall. Her touch could keep him here in this splinter of his world, isolated as all of the Outcasts were. Generations had gone by; those exiled had died long ago, their children mixing amongst the races of the universe.
He had tried to stay away, fearing this. He was adrift, swept away, drowning in her passion, breaths away from losing himself. Giving in, acknowledging the power she unknowingly had over him would condemn him, keep him here if she was unable to travel to his world. Very few could navigate between worlds. And this world would drain his power rather than enhance it. Even the short time he spent there took its toll on him, the drain only in abeyance when he was in her arms. Try as he might, he could not resist her siren call. Only by controlling her and the passion between them could he make sure that he would not become lost. Lost in her. Trapped forever in her world.
He had done his best, gentling her to his hand, to his control. She knew the unspoken rules, knew the consequences. He played them out in her dreams, a dark symphony of passion and restraint. Perhaps unforgivable for a guide, but he could not resist. And just her body was no longer enough. Eventually he would capture her heart and soul.
A man of shadows, it would be during the midnight hours of her slumber.
Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 24 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure us ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.
Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.
Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.
What is your MUST HAVE while writing?
Munchies! I always have to have something sweet and something salty on hand to munch as I eat. Lately I’ve been hooked on Mediterranean Olive hummus.
Coffee or Tea, and what is your favorite flavor?
Coffee and I love a caramel mocha.
Do you read much, and if so, who are your favorite authors?
I read as often as I can. My favorite authors are Christine Feehan, Stephanie Laurens and Anne McCaffrey.
Do you have a book boyfriend list? If so, who is your top 10?
Sad to say I do not. Each one is enjoyable while they last. Variety is the spice of life after all!
What was the hardest scene you have ever had to write?
One I’m currently working on. I have a heroine who is a witness to a murder trying to hide. I’m trying to figure out how to make it seem realistic that she is found and attacked by them. Before, of course, she is rescued.
Who is your favorite character from your books and why?
I’m torn! That is a hard question. I admit I’m torn. I like Nicholas Santiago from A Saint’s Salvation because he is irreverent and humorous. I like Aryne from Touched by the Sandman because you can tell he is a bit mischievous.
How do you come up with the title of your books?
I like a title that is appropriate for the book. I’ll also throw a few snippets out on my author page and ask for help if my brain died and I can’t come up with one. LOL. There have definitely been brainstorming sessions.
What inspired you (or who) to want to start writing?
I have written as long as I can remember. Through HS I was in the creative writing club. I quit track because it interfered with the meetings, LOL. My mom said I’d write on bits and pieces of paper my whole life. I don’t remember that, but she says she still has some. After HS, when I was in the Navy I kept a journal but it only had stories in it. I tossed most of them but I still have one. It’s just gibberish!
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