Chapter One
There he was again — tall, and strong, and brooding. His dark eyes smiled wistfully as he stood in the shifting sands. “Come to me, setina ,” he said.
Jessie’s eyes shot open. The strange dreams of the tall, dark-eyed man had been interfering with her sleep for weeks now. Every time she dreamed of him, he beckoned her and called her setina — a word she’d come to understand meant “soulmate”.
If only there were such a thing as soulmates in this world. Jessie had dated a string of total losers for years. The last one had run up all her credit cards and run over her cat. Jessie Ferris was completely done with men.
She pushed her long brown hair out of her face and swung her legs over the side of her bed, blinking away her fitful sleep. Another day, another dollar. She groaned and stood before trudging into the bathroom.
As she showered images of the dream flitted through her mind. She saw his face, handsomely chiseled and tanned as she rubbed shampoo into her hair. She thought of the way he called her setina and held her close to his massive, muscled body as she rubbed soap over her curvy flesh.
She bit her lip and moaned at the thought of how he kissed her. Her dream man was perfect. He turned her on and made her feel safe. But he was exactly that, a dream. She’d never meet a man like him in real life. Dudes like that just didn’t exist in her world.
When Jessie arrived to work at the bank that morning, she was already ready for the day to be over. Hours upon hours of counting out cash and taking deposits from cranky hurried customers was getting old.
She put her things in the break room and took her place at her station. Her manager, Tim, walked behind her, and she could actually feel his breath on her skin. She turned around and scowled but quickly forced her face into a pleasant smile.
“Good morning,” she said with fake pleasantness. “How was your weekend?”
“It was good. It would’ve been better with some company,” he said suggestively. Jessie shuddered at the thought. He’d been making these vague flirtations for months now, a situation that made her boring job even more obnoxious.
“You should get a pet,” she said. “I used to have a cat. She’s dead now.”
Tim made a shocked face and quickly walked away. Jessie giggled under her breath and moved her “closed” sign to “open” and waved forward the first customer. She went through the usual withdrawals and deposits until midday.
Just before she was ready to close her aisle and take her lunch break, the biggest man she’d ever seen in her life walked up to her counter. He wasn’t big like as in round. He was big as in tall and broad and gorgeously muscular.
When she craned her neck upward to get a good look at his face, she realized he looked exactly like the man in her dreams. She took a sharp breath, her heart suddenly doing a tap dance in her chest.
“How can I help you?” she squeaked. Her throat felt constricted and all her lady parts started to buzz.
“You can help me, setina . We can help each other,” he said confidently, placing his hands on the counter and leaning toward her. His face was right in front of hers, and she could smell the manly musk of his skin. It was so delicious her knees started to shake.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered. It was highly unusual for a customer to lean so close.
“Is everything all right over there?” Tim asked from the other end of the counter.
Breaking out of some kind of trance, Jessie blinked wildly and turned towards Tim. “Everything’s fine,” she stammered. She turned back to the massive man standing in front of her. It took every bit of her personal strength to keep herself from swooning and falling on her ass.
“I’m here to take you home,” he said matter-of-factly.
“This is crazy. Who are you? Why are you in my dreams?” she blurted out.
“I will explain everything. You must come with me now.”
“You have to fill
There he was again — tall, and strong, and brooding. His dark eyes smiled wistfully as he stood in the shifting sands. “Come to me, setina ,” he said.
Jessie’s eyes shot open. The strange dreams of the tall, dark-eyed man had been interfering with her sleep for weeks now. Every time she dreamed of him, he beckoned her and called her setina — a word she’d come to understand meant “soulmate”.
If only there were such a thing as soulmates in this world. Jessie had dated a string of total losers for years. The last one had run up all her credit cards and run over her cat. Jessie Ferris was completely done with men.
She pushed her long brown hair out of her face and swung her legs over the side of her bed, blinking away her fitful sleep. Another day, another dollar. She groaned and stood before trudging into the bathroom.
As she showered images of the dream flitted through her mind. She saw his face, handsomely chiseled and tanned as she rubbed shampoo into her hair. She thought of the way he called her setina and held her close to his massive, muscled body as she rubbed soap over her curvy flesh.
She bit her lip and moaned at the thought of how he kissed her. Her dream man was perfect. He turned her on and made her feel safe. But he was exactly that, a dream. She’d never meet a man like him in real life. Dudes like that just didn’t exist in her world.
When Jessie arrived to work at the bank that morning, she was already ready for the day to be over. Hours upon hours of counting out cash and taking deposits from cranky hurried customers was getting old.
She put her things in the break room and took her place at her station. Her manager, Tim, walked behind her, and she could actually feel his breath on her skin. She turned around and scowled but quickly forced her face into a pleasant smile.
“Good morning,” she said with fake pleasantness. “How was your weekend?”
“It was good. It would’ve been better with some company,” he said suggestively. Jessie shuddered at the thought. He’d been making these vague flirtations for months now, a situation that made her boring job even more obnoxious.
“You should get a pet,” she said. “I used to have a cat. She’s dead now.”
Tim made a shocked face and quickly walked away. Jessie giggled under her breath and moved her “closed” sign to “open” and waved forward the first customer. She went through the usual withdrawals and deposits until midday.
Just before she was ready to close her aisle and take her lunch break, the biggest man she’d ever seen in her life walked up to her counter. He wasn’t big like as in round. He was big as in tall and broad and gorgeously muscular.
When she craned her neck upward to get a good look at his face, she realized he looked exactly like the man in her dreams. She took a sharp breath, her heart suddenly doing a tap dance in her chest.
“How can I help you?” she squeaked. Her throat felt constricted and all her lady parts started to buzz.
“You can help me, setina . We can help each other,” he said confidently, placing his hands on the counter and leaning toward her. His face was right in front of hers, and she could smell the manly musk of his skin. It was so delicious her knees started to shake.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered. It was highly unusual for a customer to lean so close.
“Is everything all right over there?” Tim asked from the other end of the counter.
Breaking out of some kind of trance, Jessie blinked wildly and turned towards Tim. “Everything’s fine,” she stammered. She turned back to the massive man standing in front of her. It took every bit of her personal strength to keep herself from swooning and falling on her ass.
“I’m here to take you home,” he said matter-of-factly.
“This is crazy. Who are you? Why are you in my dreams?” she blurted out.
“I will explain everything. You must come with me now.”
“You have to fill
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