Book description
“On a sultry southern night, beneath the full moon, the Demon Wind
blows.” It is said that on the night of a Demon Wind, Southern belles
who don't stay inside will find themselves compromised, or even
pregnant, with little memory of how they got to be in that state.
Jayden's beloved, yet overly superstitious grandmother hit her with that
one about the time she reached puberty. As a result, Jayden wasn't at
all surprised when she received a call from her grandmother warning to
stay inside because the night was ripe for the Demon Wind to blow. The
Demon Wind was nothing more than an obscure local legend, and Jayden
Parrish was rooted securely in reason and logic. She didn't believe in
superstitions... ...until she awoke the following morning to find sand
in her bed. Sand, and the memory of the most erotic dream she'd ever
experienced. A dream in which she had made uninhibited, passionate love
on the beach with a man who had come to her from the sea. Was it a
dream? A figment of her imagination? Or was it something else? This
story was previously published elesewhere. It has been expanded and
re-edited for release with Total-e-bound. _x000D_ Your guess is as
good as mine. I'm still trying to figure that out. I began creating
stories and characters before I learned how to write. I was one of those
weird little kids with and overactive imagination. If I didn't have a
real person to play with, I created my own playmates and the adventures
that we shared. I can't remember a time when I didn't write and can't
imagine a time when I won't. Why has my primary focus to date been short
stories and novellas? Because like most women today, I have a full time
day job. I prefer to read shorts during the week because once I get
engrossed in a book, I can't put it down. Not good if you have to go to
work the next morning. I saved the novels for the weekends, as did the
majority of my reader friends. They too preferred anthologies or short
stories because they can get through them in an evening and get to bed
at a reasonable hour before going to work the next morning. The only
problem was, until the past few years, the market for short stories,
novellas, and anthologies with the standard print publishers were
limited. So, I started writing my own. And then I discovered a whole new
world...e-publishing.
