Title: The Dream Dancer
Author: Leslie Hachtel
Genre: Paranormal Historical
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing
Lady Bryce has a gift.
She can enter dreams and persuade her will onto others.
It has served her well, especially in eliminating unsatisfactory suitors of her father’s choosing.
But when she encounters Lord Rowland she wants him more than any-thing and decides to visit him in his sleep and make him desire her above all others.
As a virgin, she has discovered a diary from a leman who describes se-duction in detail.
When she has driven Rowland to the edge of longing, she extracts a promise that he will marry her.
As time passes, Bryce and Rowland fall in love.
But will their love be able to conquer all once Bryce’s secret is revealed? Rowland must decide if he truly loves her or has been be witched.
Bryce had seen him instantly as she crossed through the marketplace. He was impossible to ignore. She had never seen such a man. Her friends, Grace and Margaret followed her gaze and Grace gasped. His hair was thick and blue-black and his eyes were the color of the sky on a summer’s day. His form bespoke of hours of training, since a man like this did not do menial labor. His hose clung to muscular thighs and his chestnut doublet emphasized his broad shoulders. He radiated confidence. When he spoke to Bryce about the silliness of dragon slaying, she had known he was interested in her. His clothes and manner cried nobility, an oddity so far from London.
As they meandered away, skirts swaying, Bryce could not resist looking back over her shoulder. His smile was dazzling and turned her insides to water. She knew, without a doubt, this was a man she could wed. How different from all the other men she met.
“Bryce,” Margaret cautioned. “It is unseemly for you to do that.”
“What?” Bryce asked innocently.
“You’re staring at him,” giggled Grace.
“I am not.”
“He is quite pretty,” Margaret breathed.
“Really,” said Bryce. “I hadn’t noticed.” She sighed longingly.
Then all three girls giggled.
“Who do you think he is?” queried Grace.
Bryce shrugged. “Just another ridiculously fine-looking man passing on his way to court. But, then, I think I might have to marry this one.”
“He strikes me as a man who likes women, not woman,” snorted Margaret.
“Maybe I could change that,” Bryce wondered aloud. “Do you think that possible?”
“You cannot change a man. You can only try to guide one. And there is only one way to do that,” Margaret said with authority.
Leslie Hachtel was born in Ohio, raised in New York and has been a gypsy most of her adult life. Her various jobs, including licensed veterinary technician, caterer, horseback riding instructor for the disabled and advertising media buyer have given her a wealth of experiences.
However, it has been writing that has consistently been her passion.
Leslie lives in Cordova, Tennessee with a fabulously supportive engineer husband, a wonderful stepson, Matt and her writing buddy, Jakita, a terrier.