DREAM ACROSS TIME
(Originally released as "Piscean Dreams")
Separated by time, two lovers meet only in their dreams.
Aiyana, a Native American healer and Connor, a civil lawyer,
are lovers who live in New York state—several hundred
years apart. They meet in increasingly vivid dreams.
As vague, erotic encounters become more concrete, the two form
a connection that transcends time and space. Both search for
a way to make contact during waking life, and they come together
through astral projection. But can the lovers ever meet on the
physical plane? And is their newfound love strong enough for
one of them to be willing to sacrifice a familiar life to live
in a foreign world.
Reviews
Mrs. Giggles Review, 85
"This is an interesting story because I find myself wondering
how the author is going to get those two to meet outside of
the dream world. Ms Dee pulls it off in a way that is pretty
satisfactory to me. For a long time, the two characters have
a relationship that is erotic as well as romantic. This is pretty
much what I have come to expect from this author - a romance
that is both romantic as well as sexy. The two characters talk
and form an emotional bond between them, so it's not just sex-sex-sex
all the time. "
JERR, Reviewer LT Blue, 5 stars
Ms. Dee created characters that were quite believable despite
the paranormal element. Connor was in such pain, and was just
going through the motions with work and no emotional ties. Aiyana’s
character is the perfect remedy for Connor. I enjoyed her quiet
strength. Typically, I don’t care for sexual action that
occurs during dreams but with Connor and Aiyana it just felt
right. There is sexual chemistry between the two, but there
is an innocence that gives the sexual scenes a romantic flair.
excerpt
A man’s warm, heavy hand slid up Aiyana’s spine,
gliding over the bumps of vertebrae and coming to rest on the
nape of her neck. The hand kneaded her muscles lightly, the
blunt thumb digging in and releasing tension.
Aiyana stretched and smiled, luxuriating beneath his touch.
She scooted backward until she felt the heat of his chest, his
groin, his legs pressing against her. The heat and heaviness
of his erection nestled in the groove of her buttocks. She rubbed
her bottom against its length.
Missed you. She didn’t speak. The man could hear
her thoughts as she heard his, inside her mind. You were late
in coming tonight.
I’ve missed you too. He nuzzled her shoulder with
his lips.
She tilted her head to the side so he could kiss his way
up her neck. Her eyes closed and she pressed into the wall of
hard, male flesh behind her. She thrust her breasts into the
hand roaming over her chest.
He squeezed one soft mound and the other, rolling her hardened
nipples between his fingers. The tugging made her sex clench
and wetness moistened its lips. She moaned and shifted, lifting
into his touch.
I think about you all the time now. His voice in her head
was as warm and rich as honey from the comb. It’s
getting harder to stay awake during the days, when all I want
is to sleep and dream with you.
He moved against her, his heavy cock sliding sensuously
between her cheeks. Her anus tensed at the stimulation and her
pussy contracted, then opened wide like a hungry mouth desperate
to be filled.
His hand slid from her breast down her belly and to her
opening. Teasing his finger between her folds, he sampled her
wetness.
She thrust onto his searching fingers. I want you
inside me now.
So soon? I haven’t even kissed you yet. He chuckled
against her shoulder.
Yes, now. Before I have to...
“Wake up, Aiyana! I’ve called you three times already.”
The nasal voice was as harsh and unwelcome as the sunlight
that suddenly shone in her face. She moaned and rolled to her
side, away from the light and the voice that intruded on her
beautiful sleep.
A hard hand fell on her bare shoulder--not the seductive hand
of her dreams, but a cool, dry, wrinkled hand. “Wake up,
girl. There’s work to be done.”
“Yes. I hear you. I’m getting up.”
“What’s the matter with you? You’ve never
slept so much before. I’ll put molasses on your cornmeal
this morning, and you must start eating sorrel to strengthen
your weak blood.”
“Mm-hm.” Aiyana’s eyes opened. She stared
at the rough bark wall in front of her before rolling onto her
back to look at Hausis.
The old woman stood with her hands on hips, her snapping black
eyes narrowed. “You were dreaming ... restlessly.”
The sleepy haze evaporated and Aiyana sat up quickly. Was she
moaning in her sleep? Did Hausis guess her dreams were about
a nightly visitor? Her cheeks burned and she quickly turned
her face away so her long, black hair shielded it. How humiliating
that her teacher may have heard her response to the intense
sexual dreams. She’d been experiencing them for the past
several weeks, and they seemed to be growing stronger and more
real every night.
If Hausis guessed at the content of the dreams, she gave no
sign of it. “A cleansing steam with sage will drive the
spirits from your nightly slumber,” she advised.
“I’ll try that before sleeping tonight.”
Aiyana pushed the heavy deerskin cover from her and rose from
her pallet. Her naked skin was wet with sweat. Tendrils of hair
clung to her damp face. She pushed them back and reached for
her dress, sliding the soft deer hide over her head and thrusting
her arms through the sleeves.
Hausis handed her a bowl of corn mush with a drizzle of blackstrap
molasses on it. “Eat. We’ll walk to the far west
woods today to gather wormwood for Yarrow’s cough. And
we need partridgeberry and cohosh to make an infusion for the
delivery of Majasi’s baby.”
Aiyana went outside to relieve herself before breaking her
fast. She thought about her nighttime lover as she walked into
the woods through the thigh-high ferns. She brushed her hands
over their feathery tops and remembered the brush of the man’s
hands over her bare skin. She shivered and her skin tingled.
His touch was powerfully arousing. It brought her to great peaks
then sent her plunging into deep valleys.
The dreams were so vivid they must have some significance.
Maybe the pale-skinned man represented the husband she had yet
to meet. If so, he must be someone from another tribe because
he certainly wasn’t like anyone she knew.
