Black Cat

She awoke in her king-sized bed tangled in the sheets and feeling extremely satisfied…and actually, a bit sore. God, she had had one hell of a dream. It must have been a combination of the rum, the thoughts of love spells and those two hunky fireman.

Although, the man starring in her dream last night didn't look like either one of them. This one was a strong, dark haired man with the hard body and muscles of a warrior.

She'd have to tell Grace that her red candle caused extremely vivid sex dreams. She remembered tangling her hands in his long hair, seeing those piercing blue eyes bore into hers as he loved her.

She rolled from her side to her back and smacked into a warm hard body. “Sorry, Black Cat,” she mumbled.

“No problem.” A deep man's voice answered her. Her eyes opened wide. That was not Max's voice. And that was definitely not Black Cat. A scream ripped from her throat, followed by many more.

The man leapt from the bed. Looking down at himself, his face showed as much shock as she felt as he said, “What in the bloody hell…?”

She did take a moment to consider his odd accent as she scrambled from the bed and sprinted for the door, still screaming.