Awake, My Love

is a personalized novel that takes place in your own hometown and is a romp through time and space. Due to a car accident, our couple get an answer to the question, "What would happen if you lost everything?"
    Through dream sequences, he becomes a cowboy, she a Miss Kitty in the Old West; she a medieval princess, he her defender; he a talking dolphin, she a ballerina; plus much more. Ultimately, they face their fears and learn all they have, and all they have to lose.
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WILD excerpt

All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
    The water was hot, and it felt good. It surrounded him like a blanket of soothing velvet, easing its way not only over his tired body but into his weary mind. His last bath was in the mountains, in a stream so clear it was as if he were not in water at all. If not for the movement of the current, the liquid would have been truly invisible, odorless and tasteless. And it had been cold, so cold it stunned him, took his breath away like air rushing from a balloon, but it was nice, he remembered, so refreshing and invigorating that he had stayed in for a long time, swimming in a crystal pool with only blue sky, singing birds, and whispering trees as witnesses.
     Ann had stepped behind a screen, and again John heard her humming, this time a soft, flowing tune, one he had never heard before but which played through his brain with color and wonder. He lay his head back on the edge of the tub and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, let it out, and let the relaxation cover him like the water. Though he was in a strange place, he felt safe; there was a familiarity about it he could not explain but found he did not want any explanation. With the trust of a baby in his mother's arms, he began to drift away.
     A gentle splash of water stopped him from dozing off to sleep. At his feet stood Ann, a towel drawn around her. She was pouring a slightly colored liquid from a delicate glass bottle. A tiny cascade of nectar splashed into the water causing a fragrance that did not seem foreign to him, but when she spoke its name, Obsession, it sounded distant. The fragrance wafted to his nose, and all he could think about was how happy he was, particularly to have Ann in his midst. Instantaneously through the stained glass came the full brightness of the sun. It silhouetted her so that she was just a darkened form of motion as she dropped the towel and stepped over the edge of the copper tub and into the water. She slid down till she was up to her neck, the ends of her blonde hair coming into play with the water's surface and becoming wet, gathering into tiny soaked strands.
     John sat up upon her entrance, and even though he experienced a pang of regret that he could not gather in the full sight of her nude body, he also felt the pang of excitement race through his body just at the glimpse of her feminine outline before she joined him. Now as she slid a little further into the tub and stretched out her legs, he sensed that his excitement was spreading throughout his body and focusing on a very obvious spot.
     "Watch this," Ann said as she ran her arms and hands through the water.
     Then somewhat to his relief, John saw the bubbles form and rise, covering the surface of the now even hotter bath. Better to cover my desire, he thought to himself. "Just like a little girl," he said to her as he flicked a clump of suds her way.
     Then just like a little girl, she giggled, and his heart soared.
     "Little girl?" she asked inquisitively.
     "Yeah, bubble bath, you look so cute, so playful."
     She pushed herself up from the water. The white bubbles clung to her, covering her, but she took both hands, slowly ran them up her rib cage till they rested beneath her breasts, and seductively lifted them, saying, "Hardly little."
     John simply smiled, but found his mouth subtly forming into the shape of an "O" when he felt her next move.
     She took her right foot and gently slid it down the length of John's inner right thigh. "And definitely not a little girl," she stated as, with her toes, she crossed over John's body between his right and left thigh, pulling the side of her foot back toward her, then repeating the journey, this time with a bit more pressure. Laughing a woman's laugh now, she said, "And from your reaction, you are no little boy, either."
     "Ooh," was all that John could muster for a response. He felt his knees bend upward and his body slide down into the all-encompassing wet, his legs opening with the motion. Once again the massage of her feet trailed along his inner thighs. She used both feet now, one after the other, sometimes gentle, sometimes stronger, sometimes making a swift pass, sometimes lingering between his legs, playing with her toes, causing him to lay his head back and utter noises that came from deep inside him, gutteral sounds that could only be associated with pure pleasure.
     "You're a tired, sore cowboy, aren't you?" Ann asked.
     "If you only knew," he responded.

MILD excerpt

All excerpts in this column are done in the "MILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
    The water was hot, and it felt good. It surrounded him like a blanket of soothing velvet, easing its way not only over his tired body but into his weary mind. His last bath was in the mountains, in a stream so clear it was as if he were not in water at all. If not for the movement of the current, the liquid would have been truly invisible, odorless and tasteless. And it had been cold, so cold it stunned him, took his breath away like air rushing from a balloon, but it was nice, he remembered, so refreshing and invigorating that he had stayed in for a long time, swimming in a crystal pool with only blue sky, singing birds, and whispering trees as witnesses.
     Ann had stepped behind a screen, and again John heard her humming, this time a soft, flowing tune, one he had never heard before but which played through his brain with color and wonder. He lay his head back on the edge of the tub and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, let it out, and let the relaxation cover him like the water. Though he was in a strange place, he felt safe; there was a familiarity about it he could not explain but found he did not want any explanation. With the trust of a baby in his mother's arms, he began to drift away.
     A gentle splash of water stopped him from dozing off to sleep. At his feet stood Ann, a towel drawn around her. She was pouring a slightly colored liquid from a delicate glass bottle. A tiny cascade of nectar splashed into the water causing a fragrance that did not seem foreign to him, but when she spoke its name, Obsession, it sounded distant. The fragrance wafted to his nose, and all he could think about was how happy he was, particularly to have Ann in his midst. Instantaneously through the stained glass came the full brightness of the sun. It silhouetted her so that she was just a darkened form of motion as she dropped the towel and stepped over the edge of the copper tub and into the water. She slid down till she was up to her neck, the ends of her blonde hair coming into play with the water's surface and becoming wet, gathering into tiny soaked strands.
     John sat up upon her entrance, and even though he experienced a pang of regret that he could not gather in the full sight of her nude body, he also felt the pang of excitement race through his body just at the glimpse of her feminine outline before she joined him. Now as she slid a little further into the tub and stretched out her legs, he sensed that his excitement was spreading throughout his body and focusing on a very obvious spot.
     "Watch this," Ann said as she ran her arms and hands through the water.
     Then somewhat to his relief, John saw the bubbles form and rise, covering the surface of the now even hotter bath. "Just like a little girl," he said to her as he flicked a clump of suds her way.
     Then just like a little girl, she giggled, and his heart soared.
     "Little girl?" she asked inquisitively.
     "Yeah, bubble bath, you look so cute, so playful."
     She pushed herself up from the water. The white bubbles clung to her, covering her yet fully showing her shape. A seductive smile grew on her lips when she glanced down and slyly said, "Hardly little."
     John simply smiled, but found his mouth subtly forming into the shape of an "O" when he felt her next move.
     She took her right foot and gently slid it down John's leg. "And definitely not a little girl," she stated as, with her toes, she playfully tickled him. Laughing a woman's laugh now, she said, "And from your reaction, you are no little boy, either."
     "Ooh," was all that John could muster for a response. He felt his knees bend upward and his body slide down into the all-encompassing wet, his legs opening with the motion. She took the time to rub him, massage him, causing him to lay his head back and utter noises that came from deep inside him, gutteral sounds that could only be associated with pure pleasure.
     "You're a tired, sore cowboy, aren't you?" Ann asked.
     "If you only knew," he responded.