Sex God Sunday

Here is a little snippet from Sculpting a Demon.

Lila was having the most amazing dream. It had to be a dream. How else could there possibly be strong, muscled arms around her waist? She knew even in her sleep-fogged mind that she had gone to bed alone. Hell, she always went to bed alone. This was just one of those dreams that was so vivid it felt as if it were actually happening.

She stirred and the arms momentarily tightened around her before relaxing once again. Imagines floated behind her closed eyes, visions of every man she had ever lusted after, movie stars she had secretly fantasized about, crushes she had admired from afar. The man in bed with her was all of them and at the same time none of them.