Sarah Ferndale is one determined witch! She's desperate to attend what promises to be the Halloween bash of the decade, all so she can win a party prize that will advance her spell-casting career. But what does a frantic broom flyer do when she breaks up with her date at the very last minute? Torin Brophy is minding his own business on a dark, stormy night. When he almost runs a sultry siren down in the middle of a street, gentlemanly duty requires him to see to his bewitching young victim's needs. If Sarah wants to attend the yearly Halloween ball, Torin is more than happy to go with her. She's exciting, exquisite and everything he's been looking for. Besides...the fine-print party rules require attending couples to knock boots for the very prizes that Sarah seeks. What's a hero to do? It's a dirty job but...whatever treats Sarah desires, Torin is more than willing to go the distance!

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In his dream, he saw Sarah walking slowly toward him.

They were both shadowed in semi-darkness though he perceived there was some sort of cathedral-like structure overhead. He thought there must be a very ornate hallway around them but the architecture, or what there was of it soon became insignificant. She was moving toward him in slow motion and with all the undulating grace of a jungle cat. Her blue eyes were fixed on him. Then she ran the tip of her tongue over her ruby lips and held out her arms. Her dark hair lifted up and wafted around her shoulders as if the entire mass could defy gravity. As he moved toward her, heat enveloped his body. Either he couldn't look down to see his garments or his mind wouldn't let him care as the scene played out. That was when--despite the perception of very cold air--he realized he was naked but not cold. A gauzy gown of black covered Sarah but it became diaphanous and blew away as he approached. Her full, pert breasts seemed to jump out of the darkness toward him, like round, creamy beacons in the night.

As they embraced, he felt her lift one long, lovely leg and run it up and down the side of his body. In the way of dreams, he didn’t even know which leg she used for the caress or which side of his nude body felt the warmth. But he most certainly did feel it. The shock of that touch was like an electric charge which, instead of inflicting pain, made him lurch forward in anticipation of what was to come.

Without any dialogue between them, he saw Sarah tilt her head far back. This sensual little gesture exposed her throat. Torin readily leaned forward to taste that expanse of perfect skin while running his hands up and down her supple, soft back. Warmth seemed to surround them both. Whatever cold existed was quashed by the heat of their lust.