“On a sultry southern night, beneath the full moon, the Demon Wind blows.”
It is said that on the night of a Demon Wind, Southern belles who don't stay inside will find themselves compromised, or even pregnant, with little memory of how they got to be in that state.
Jayden’s beloved, yet overly superstitious grandmother hit her with that one about the time she reached puberty. As a result, Jayden wasn’t at all surprised when she received a call from her grandmother warning to stay inside because the night was ripe for the Demon Wind to blow.
The Demon Wind was nothing more than an obscure local legend, and Jayden Parrish was rooted securely in reason and logic. She didn’t believe in superstitions...
...until she awoke the following morning to find sand in her bed. Sand, and the memory of the most erotic dream she’d ever experienced. A dream in which she had made uninhibited, passionate love on the beach with a man who had come to her from the sea.
Was it a dream? A figment of her imagination? Or was it something else?
