When a car accident claimed her mother’s life, Bridgette Damson was rescued by a mysterious stranger. Ever since, she’s been able to see and sense ghosts. As she’s grown older, Bridgette has had dreams about the tattoos she sports on her arms. Those tattoos protect her from evil — until the day when a dark entity brands his name into her flesh.
Bridgette seeks help from a witch doctor she’s known for years. Armed with his advice, she confronts a grim reaper, Mikal, who confesses his love for her. With someone out to kill her, a grim reaper who refuses to take her soul, and a new tattoo forming on her chest, Bridgette must embrace her destiny.
Before she can make sense of it all, Mikal disappears, and Bridgette is charged with saving him. Accomplish her mission will turn everything Bridgette’s ever known upside down — including her heart.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against his chest as he massaged her muscles. His easy breaths made her feel right at home. Bridgette always welcomed these dreams. They didn’t have a specific schedule — just when she was stressed or had a lot on her mind. She inhaled and caught the faint scent of jasmine.
“Mmm… that feels nice.”
His thumbs dug into the knots of her shoulders. When his lips trailed along her neck, she quivered from the sudden pleasure it brought. “Why do you always make me feel this good?”
“I have a knowing for it. Pleasure is something I excel at.”
“I guess you’re my dream man.”
“You always say that.”
He nibbled her flesh and brushed her hair away from one shoulder. From there, he slid down the thin strap of her nightie. He kissed his way down her neck. With every inch of her skin he touched her senses were ignited. It seemed he caressed the inside of her flesh and lit up her nerves.
She squirmed against him. Her dream lover’s hands knew every inch of her after being in her fantasies for so many years. Each time she had been with him, he took her to new heights of passion.
Tonight, she needed to escape the strains of the day. His fingers moved over her tattoos. The energy he raised flashed over her skin like a quick burst of heat. She opened her eyes to watch as he traced her tattoos. Even in her dreams the tattoos remained. His fingers reached for the name branded into her skin.
Bridgette pulled away from her dream man. She got up off the bed and walked toward the end of the room. She ran her hands over her arms and hugged herself. Knowing something was after her made her reevaluate everything. What if this man isn’t really a dream? What if he’s this thing that’s been around me all my life?
“What did I do wrong, Bri?” he whispered, calling her the secret nickname her mother always used for her.
She sniffled. “Nothing. Forget it. I should wake up.”
“Tell me what’s bothering you. You’ve always been able to talk to me. Sometimes that’s what we do. Is it about the new tattoo you have?”
“Something like that. Look, I should wake up and get back to reality.” She knocked on the wall. Normally a door appeared. Bridgette could walk through it and wake up. Nothing materialized.
“Talk to me.”
She turned around and looked at him. Her dream man stood nearly seven feet tall. He had an athletic build with onyx hair that fell down his back. His smile had always been sincere. His concern-filled gaze never left hers. She wiped her eyes. “I need to know who you really are. What you really are.”