Free Mischief's Mate (The Immortal Mates Book 1) by Nicolette Scarletti

back of her mind telling her the other shoe was waiting to drop and drop it had. First with Bells’ premonition that sounded too much like a warning; second because this dream had been too deep and vivid.
    Chantelle could have sworn that she felt, actually felt the wall behind her. Not that ghostly lingering of a dream. That if she lifted her shirt, to inspect her back she would see a red line from where she had pressed herself into one of the book shelves.
    Her raven haired dream lover was getting harder and harder to deny. With his whispered words that promised her a love like no other. The way his green eyes shown with tenderness as he promised to be her salvation.
    Chantelle’s mind struggled to understand it all. She wasn’t even prepared to touch on the fact that he had gone all, chest banging caveman on her. Maybe it was her conscious mind trying to push him away. Or maybe she had to stop reading those alpha-male romances before bed.
    She had a sudden urge to cry, to have the tears wash away her worry. As the clear pearls leaked from her eyes and over her flushed cheeks, Chantelle wondered if she was going crazy. Perhaps she had finally cracked under the pressures life was putting on her.
    Emma came rushing in, a look of worry etched on her face. “’Telle, what happened?”
    Chantelle pulled herself up from the hardwood floor and busied herself with the sheets. Emma saw the way her hands trembled as she grasped the edge of the sheet. Emma plopped herself down in the middle of the bed, leaving Chantelle no other choice but to speak to her.
    “Spill it, now.”
    Chantelle pulled her chocolate waves out of her face and secured it back with a clip. There was nothing she wanted to say about why she was on the floor, but one look at Emma’s face made her change her mind.
    “What do you want to hear? I feel like I’m going crazy.”
    “Oh, that’s a start, at least.”
    Chantelle pulled a face at her sister’s words and began to turn away. She couldn’t tell her that she had spoken to Bells. Not when she knew her friend was in trouble and that there was nothing either of them could do about it. It would upset Emma needlessly.
    Emma smiled up at her and pulled her down next to her. She threw her frail arms around Chantelle’s shoulders. At the gesture she was reminded of all the times Emma used to sneak into her room in the middle of the night. Frightened by some horror movie the two had watched together. Now the roles were reversed and she was the one seeking comfort.
    “It was the dream again, wasn’t it?”
    Emma’s words brought back her feelings from the dream. Chantelle knew that for the rest of the day she would feel his long fingers splayed across her hips; the heat of his mouth where he had sucked her finger. It was like every touch she received in her dreams was branded on her skin. She knew that if they had ever come together in real life it would be explosive. Her magic man was the type that ruined a woman for all other men. Once you had a taste of his particular brand of love nothing else would do.
    But she did not like what he had offered her this time in her dream. It sounded as if he planned to keep her as nothing more than a toy. One of many lovers. Yet, somewhere deep inside her heart she knew that if that was all he was willing to give she would take it.
    There was that tell-tale look on Chantelle’s face. It was always the same, after every dream, Chantelle walked around on cloud nine; like some enchanted princess from a cartoon. Emma half expected seven little men to start following her sister around.
    “Girl, you got it bad for him.” She elbowed Chantelle with a wide smile on her lips.
    Chantelle brightened when she thought about how well rested Emma looked. She would take a life full of sleepless nights, just so her sister always looked well.
    She brushed a stray hair behind Emma’s ear, “I’m going to shower. Then we’ll go to see Dr. Berger, ok?”
    Emma nodded hopping off the