Shadowy tentacles are invading my dreams. And I might like it.
All I do is work and sleep, an uneventful life, to be sure.
Lately when I close my eyes, it feels like theres something there with me. The shadows touch, probe at me, and theres no explanation for it outside of the paranormal.
What I thought was a figment of imagination turned out to be a fierce shadow daddy with a protective streak. Hes possessive, dangerous, and yet somehow alluring . . . I shouldnt want this, shouldnt want him. But hes everything a normal man isnt.
When my friend goes missing, hes the only one I can turn to. So I do.
Now if only I can escape this with my headand my heartintact.
