DREAM ON
An Ellora’s Cave Publication, February 2005
Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
1337 Commerce Drive, #13
Stow, OH 44224
ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0160-5
Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):
Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML
DREAM ON © 2005 JACI BURTON
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Edited by Briana St. James.
Cover art by Syneca .
Warning:
The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Dream On has been rated S-ensuous by a minimum of three independent reviewers.
Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (Erotic), and X (X-treme).
S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination. E- rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as
“fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature. X- treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles, stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.
DREAM ON
Jaci Burton
Dedication
To Briana St. James, my wonderful editor. Thank you for helping me realize a lifelong dream.
To Charlie, the man of my dreams. You are my heart and my very soul. Without you, I would be forever lost. With you, I am whole. Thank you for making me believe that anything I dream can come true. I love you.
Dream On
“We are such stuff
As dreams are made on…”
William Shakespeare’s The Tempest (IV, i, 156-157) 5
Jaci Burton
Chapter One
Kate stood outside on the porch and wrapped the quilt around her shoulders to ward off the chill of impending night. Dust filtered through the setting sun, coloring the lake a rusty orange. It was spring and the days were beginning to grow warmer, but at night when the sun went down so did the temperature. She shivered, grabbed her cup of tea and sat on the old wooden swing. As she rocked back and forth and watched the orange glow of the horizon, the memories slapped at her like flies at a summer picnic. Spring used to be Jack’s favorite time of year. During the rare occasions he had a weekend to spare, they’d travel out here to the country house and sit on the swing, talking about anything and everything. His job, the kids, what they wanted to do when they retired. They’d made so many plans together, counting the years until the kids were grown and off creating their own lives.
The kids were gone now. Problem was, so was Jack. Only his departure had been more abrupt. One day he was there, sharing his life with her, and the next he was gone. Without any warning, he’d disappeared from her life completely. Her mellow mood vanished in an instant, replaced instead by the cool chill that had permeated every day for the last five years. And all because of Jack. The sonofabitch. She’d go to her grave hating him for what he’d done. He’d made promises. Big promises about their future together, sucking her into his dreams so easily, only to shatter her illusions in one day. Now she was forty-five years old and alone, and all those things Jack had promised her for twenty years had meant nothing. They’d never enjoy making love in the middle of the day because the boys were no longer there to interrupt.
An Ellora’s Cave Publication, February 2005
Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
1337 Commerce Drive, #13
Stow, OH 44224
ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0160-5
Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):
Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML
DREAM ON © 2005 JACI BURTON
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Edited by Briana St. James.
Cover art by Syneca .
Warning:
The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Dream On has been rated S-ensuous by a minimum of three independent reviewers.
Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (Erotic), and X (X-treme).
S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination. E- rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as
“fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature. X- treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles, stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.
DREAM ON
Jaci Burton
Dedication
To Briana St. James, my wonderful editor. Thank you for helping me realize a lifelong dream.
To Charlie, the man of my dreams. You are my heart and my very soul. Without you, I would be forever lost. With you, I am whole. Thank you for making me believe that anything I dream can come true. I love you.
Dream On
“We are such stuff
As dreams are made on…”
William Shakespeare’s The Tempest (IV, i, 156-157) 5
Jaci Burton
Chapter One
Kate stood outside on the porch and wrapped the quilt around her shoulders to ward off the chill of impending night. Dust filtered through the setting sun, coloring the lake a rusty orange. It was spring and the days were beginning to grow warmer, but at night when the sun went down so did the temperature. She shivered, grabbed her cup of tea and sat on the old wooden swing. As she rocked back and forth and watched the orange glow of the horizon, the memories slapped at her like flies at a summer picnic. Spring used to be Jack’s favorite time of year. During the rare occasions he had a weekend to spare, they’d travel out here to the country house and sit on the swing, talking about anything and everything. His job, the kids, what they wanted to do when they retired. They’d made so many plans together, counting the years until the kids were grown and off creating their own lives.
The kids were gone now. Problem was, so was Jack. Only his departure had been more abrupt. One day he was there, sharing his life with her, and the next he was gone. Without any warning, he’d disappeared from her life completely. Her mellow mood vanished in an instant, replaced instead by the cool chill that had permeated every day for the last five years. And all because of Jack. The sonofabitch. She’d go to her grave hating him for what he’d done. He’d made promises. Big promises about their future together, sucking her into his dreams so easily, only to shatter her illusions in one day. Now she was forty-five years old and alone, and all those things Jack had promised her for twenty years had meant nothing. They’d never enjoy making love in the middle of the day because the boys were no longer there to interrupt.
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