...excerpt... Tabitha Reed sank into her meditative trance, knowing what she would see. The same things she’d seen since last Samhain. The glade, the moonlight, the man. Liam. His name drifted through her thoughts and her thighs clenched in reaction. She let herself savor the sensation for a moment then blinked open her eyes. And he was there, waiting for her. Tabitha smiled. In those first few moments, she felt the smile in her physical body as well as on the lips of her vision self. Then the vision took her and she was completely immersed. “Took you long enough,” he chided as he closed the distance between them.

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Floating candles brightened the area, aiding the moonlight and giving her a view of a vine-and-flower circled bed draped in dark, slippery silk sheets. “Anticipation is good for you,” she said, her gaze settling on his face. “Besides, I wanted to watch the bonfire.”

She’d always enjoyed that particular Irish Halloween tradition, even before she moved to Ireland. They called this night bonfire night, originally lighting huge conflagrations to chase away evil. Now they did it to see who could build the biggest flame. The lads in her neighborhood had a huge fire burning, topped with anything they could get their hands on that would burn, even a beat-up sofa. But this year Tabitha had been too impatient to watch long.

She’d needed to see Liam and feel the heat of their own fire.

He was so handsome he took her breath away. Not beautiful, not pretty. But she loved every hard plane of his face, the thick waves of his black hair, the heat in his blue eyes. He was muscular and tall and, at the moment, wearing nothing more than a pair of black silk drawstring pants.

She let her gaze wander over him, hungry for his touch and yet wanting to delay the moment. This was all they ever had, these brief encounters in her mysterious visions. She wanted the time to draw out as long as possible. She’d stopped questioning the moments, stopped worrying about her sanity or the strangeness of her time with him. Even knowing this was nothing more than a vision concocted by her subconscious, she valued this time too much to give it up.

And she wanted Liam too much to let him go.

“I experience more than enough anticipation waiting for these nights,” he said, a note of scolding in his tone even as the wry quirk of his lips gave away his amusement.

“I do too,” she admitted, unable to be anything but honest.

He stepped close, but instead of touching her, he walked a tight circle around her. As he finished the circuit, she felt a wash of cool air and glanced down. She stood naked now, her robe gone with no more effort than a thought.

He stared for a long moment and her skin heated, her nerves tingling. When he still didn’t touch her, she raised a brow and said, “If you’ve been anticipating my coming for so long, why are you waiting?”

He chuckled. “Because I want you to anticipate coming too.”

His voice was deep, laced with a hint of Irish accent, and his words sent a shiver down her spine.

“I’ve a surprise,” he said after another silent moment.

As she watched, he lifted his hand and a clay pot appeared in his palm. With his other hand, he produced a small, soft-bristled brush. She leaned close to look into the pot and breathed in the scent of chocolate. “What’s this for?”

“A treat.”

“As in trick or treat?” She couldn’t resist a grin.

“But this trick is a treat.” He dipped the brush into the pot. “I’ve a sweet tooth tonight.” The brush emerged coated in chocolate. “Not that you aren’t always sweet,” he added. “But everything tastes good with chocolate, don’t you think?”