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Complete in one breathtaking volume — Books One and Two of an unforgettable historical romance series by an exciting new author

They were two Viking lords, the brothers Wolf and Dragon, bound both by blood and by a shared ambition to end the war with their lifelong enemies, the Saxons. They know that their only hope for peace is to persuade the Saxon Lord Hawk to unite his noble family with theirs — in a bond sealed forever by the sanctity of ...

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Complete in one breathtaking volume — Books One and Two of an unforgettable historical romance series by an exciting new author

They were two Viking lords, the brothers Wolf and Dragon, bound both by blood and by a shared ambition to end the war with their lifelong enemies, the Saxons. They know that their only hope for peace is to persuade the Saxon Lord Hawk to unite his noble family with theirs — in a bond sealed forever by the sanctity of marriage.

Together these three men will strive to overcome centuries-old rivalries and hatred. Each will unite in marriage with an extraordinary woman who has her own special gift — and her own dreams of bringing about an end to war....

Book One

In Dream of Me we meet the Viking leader Wolf Hakonson as he embarks on a mission to kidnap the Lady Cymbra, a legendary beauty Wolf mistakenly believes is the cause of war. Instead he discovers that she is a gifted healer who will challenge him to confront his deepest yearnings — and together they will become soul mates who forge a future blessed by peace.

Book Two

The drama continues in Believe in Me, when the Saxon Lord Hawk, brother of Cymbra, seeks to strengthen the alliance by wedding a Norse noblewoman. But Lady Krysta arrives bearing many secrets — including her gift for seeing what others cannot. And as an unexpected love ignites, only Krysta can sense the looming danger that threatens the peace — and Hawk as well.

Now, discover Josie Litton....

Peter Hatcher describes his family's Maine vacation highlighted by the antics of his younger brother Fudge and the presence of his sworn enemy Sheila Tubman and her family.

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The folks at Bantam were so excited by Josie Litton's writing that they decided to publish her first two novels (the first two parts of a trilogy) together. There's not much room for plot here, but this talented newcomer writes romantic stories set at a time when Norse and Saxon warriors fought over the British Isles -- and the vision she shares is enriched by potent magic. In Dream of Me, Viking leader Wolf Hakonson hopes to forge a lasting alliance between his people and the Saxons. When Lady Cymbra (a beautiful, gifted healer whose brother is the powerful Saxon Lord Hawk) refuses his offer of a marriage alliance, he turns to guile to fulfill his dream of peace. While he poses as Cymbra's prisoner, he plans to capture her heart -- and claim her hand in marriage. Lord Hawk is the hero in Believe in Me. Like his sister, Cymbra, he has agreed to marry to aid the peace process. But his promised Viking bride, Krysta, seems to be in no hurry to arrive. Finally, three of Krysta's servants come: an old woman named Raven, a troll-like man, and a beautiful young woman -- but there is more to each of them than meets the eye.
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Don’t miss the third volume in Josie Litton’s exciting new series:

Come Back to Me

On sale in October 2001

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
There's no doubt about it--Fudge Hatcher is a sweet little guy, and fans of Blume's Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing and Superfudge will cheer his return. Here the five-year-old extrovert continues to annoy his older brother, narrator Peter, whose gruff demeanor hides a very big heart. Blume's latest fast-pitched, funny novel further develops the relationship between these two endearing brothers as the Hatchers and their New York City neighbors, the Tubmans, share a house in Maine for a three-week vacation. Sheila Tubman, Peter's nemesis in Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great , returns in fine form, appearing for breakfast each morning in her fuzzy pink robe and bunny slippers--just one of Sheila's many habits driving Peter crazy and inspiring numerous diverting scenes. In fact, the colorful antics of all members of the two families--as well as a handful of the locals they meet--make reading these pages a treat. Ages 8-12. (Sept.)
Children's Literature
A fast-paced, funny novel featuring twelve-year-old Peter and his brother Fudge, the five-year-old human hurricane, who plans to marry Peter's sworn enemy, Sheila (The Cootie Queen) Tubman. Peter narrates and whets readers appetites for more of Blume's delicious stories. Also in the series are Fudge, and Superfudge. Black-eyed Susan Book Award winner.
School Library Journal
Gr 2-5-- The Tubmans and the Hatchers return in this latest chronicle of the hilarious escapades of Fudge, Pete, and Tootsie Hatcher and Sheila ``Queen of Cooties'' Tubman. Their parents decide to spend their summer vacation in the woods of Maine right next door to each other--but ``next door'' turns out to be in the same house. Fast-paced mayhem becomes the order of the day as children, adults (including Grandma Hatcher and Grandpa Tubman), and assorted pets find themselves in daily (hourly?) predicaments. Not to be outdone in the madcap pace, Grandma and Grandpa announce their intention to be married. The story concludes with the solemn pact between Pete and Sheila that even though they'll be related, they will always hate each other. The story is filled with humor, and the upbeat mood is sustained at a hectic pace from first page to last. The uncomplicated plot is developed smoothly with just the right doses of surprise and laughter to keep readers turning the pages. Characters are credible, and never lose their identities. Be forewarned--fun between the covers of the bright red dust jacket means multiple copies for purchase. --Mary Lou Budd, Milford South Elementary School, OH
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553584363
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/2/2001
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: 2 BKS IN 1
  • Pages: 816
  • Sales rank: 525,443
  • Product dimensions: 4.19 (w) x 6.89 (h) x 1.33 (d)

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Mist rises from water made inky by moonless night, swirling over the shingle beach where waves curl gently, drifting up the cliff side fragrant with purple gorse, slipping through chinks in the palisade walls of the great fortress called Holyhood.

Nothing stirs save for a stray rat nosing at kernels dropped from a grain sack hours before. A cat crouches on the timber wall ... waits ... leaps....

At their posts, the guards nod, negligent in their duty. Within, the great hall rings to the snores of the garrison.

In a private chamber at the top of the innermost tower, a young woman murmurs in her sleep, turning her petal-soft cheek against a scented pillow, restless as her dreams.

...The cat sits, delicately disassembling her prey. A whisper of wind troubles her fur. She looks up, frozen by the swift, silent shape that cleaves the mist.

In the curved dragon prow of the war ship, a man watches the keep slip by. His eyes cold and deadly as the ice floes of the north whence he comes, he takes the measure of the fortress whose fate he has already decided.

The silent, deadly shape of the vessel vanishes back into the mist. The cat returns to her meal. The young woman, asleep in the high tower, cries out softly but does not wake.

The women were the first to see them. A group had gone down to the stream to wash clothes. They were chatting happily among themselves, talking of men and children, children and men, when one looked up, peered through the rising dust, and rose slowly to her feet. A fine shirt she had labored long to make for her husband to wear on holy days fell to the ground. She pressed a hand to her mouth to contain the scream that nonetheless emerged, half choked but all the more urgent for it.

The other women stopped. They looked at her first, then followed the direction of her eyes. One or two others let out little exclamations of shock and distress, but quickly enough they quieted. Not one made a sound, and they hushed the babes they had brought with them to the riverbank. The silence was broken only by the tread of horses and the soft clank and creak of men in saddles.

Sir Derward came slowly, his back iron straight, relishing every prancing stride, every moment, every gaze. Behind him, the patrol rode in two lines, single file. Between them, watched every moment by two dozen pairs of alternately astounded and wary eyes, came the prisoners.

They were six in number including the leader, few enough against four times that number, unarmed, their hands tied before them and roped together at the neck. They should have been — and surely were — helpless.

They terrified.

Not one was less than six feet in height, and the tallest, the leader, was at least four inches taller than that. Their shoulders and chests were massive, surely far too broad and heavily muscled for any normal men. They wore short tunics and were bare legged, their limbs like sinewy tree trunks.

Most were bearded although the leader was clean-shaven, his face hard and lean, his skin burnished, midnight-black hair hanging to his shoulders. His gaze was sharp and clear as it swept beyond the women to the open gates of the fortress. They were grim-faced, hard-eyed, wolf-souled men, and the leader was the most frightening of them all. Yet they were captive.

Incredibly, amazingly captive. The patrol was past before the women thought to raise a hesitant cheer. They grabbed up their babes and their wash, following swiftly behind, not wanting to miss a moment of this.

A guard lounging against the gate stared slack-jawed at what approached and called a ragged warning. Heads appeared on the palisade, a group formed near the gate, parting swiftly as the horses neared. Work stilled as word spread and the inhabitants of Holyhood dropped what they were doing to come see what none of them had ever thought to witness.

Captive Vikings. Men straight out of nightmares led roped and helpless into their own Holyhood. By their own Sir Derward, for whom none had spared an appreciative thought until this very instant. It was a spectacle to stun, to be savored around the winter fires into distant years, told and retold to children yet unborn.

Their cheers, no longer hesitant but full-throated and heartfelt, rose to heaven, passing on the way the high tower at the center of the keep, drifting by the open windows from which the scent of drying herbs floated, and causing the young woman within to look up curiously.

“What is that, Miriam?”

The old nurse paused in the midst of tying bundles of fragrant grasses together and cocked her head. “The people sound very excited, milady. Would you like me to find out what has happened?”

Slender, white hands laid a final rosebud inside a small press, screwed the lid on tightly, and set the press carefully aside. “If you would. I’d still like to get the oils done today.”

Miriam nodded, stood, and left the room. The Lady of Holyhood continued her work.

Wolf Hakonson took a look around the cell into which he and his men had been thrust, nodded slowly, and sank down on the damp stone floor, stretching his long legs out before him. His men, ever vigilant to his mood, grinned. They sprawled out and relaxed.

“Damn,” one-eyed Olaf muttered. He glanced at Wolf and sighed. “It’s ten pelts I owe you.”

“It is,” Wolf agreed. His good humor was increasing steadily and he was hard-pressed to conceal it. But conceal it he must, for they were all clearly visible through the crossed iron-lattice windows on the double wooden doors that secured the cell. The room was large for a dungeon and he suspected it was more commonly used for storage, as it no doubt would be again when the harvest was brought in. In the meantime, it served as a prison for the Vikings.

Vikings caught unaware beside their apparently trapped vessel, run aground on a sandbar. Vikings too far from their weapons to offer resistance. Vikings who had surrendered with scarcely a murmur.

The mere thought almost made him burst out laughing. Truly Odin had blessed him with the rooster-brained Saxon in charge of the patrol. Scarcely had he seen so pride-blinded a man.

It would have been the work of minutes to disarm and kill the lax Saxons. He and his men had done the same and more enough times to be confident of the outcome. But that would have left Holyhood yet to be taken. Its garrison was large, if poorly led. Its walls were high. The Wolf valued the lives of those who followed him too much to risk them unnecessarily.

Besides, his chosen method brought not merely defeat and loss but profound insult, perfect to his purpose. He was mulling that over, his thoughts grimly occupied, when a clatter outside interrupted him. His eyes narrowed as he beheld Rooster Brain, accompanied by an audience of several knights, approaching the cell.

“Bold Vikings!” Sir Derward sneered. “The terror of the north!” He threw back his head and laughed, an oddly shrill sound more suited to a nervous girl. The men with him laughed too, perforce.

“Never have I seen such cowards,” Derward exclaimed, his cheeks flushed, warming to his subject. “They yielded like women. Indeed, I think perhaps they are women! Viking women would be great hulking things, wouldn’t they?”

More laughter greeted this witticism. Derward put his hands on his hips and paced back and forth before the bars gloating at his captives. “God’s blood, you are pathetic specimens of men, to muster no resistance at all. Was not one of you eager to sup in Valhalla this night? Or did you have the sense to know not even your craven gods would welcome the likes of you?”

The man beside Wolf stirred. “No,” Wolf murmured, his lips scarcely moving. The man stilled.

“You’ll rot in here,” Derward continued. “You’ll weep and beg for food. You’ll fight over a rat’s carcass. You’ll watch each other sicken and die, and you’ll pray for death. But it won’t come quickly — oh no! The enemies of Lord Hawk die slowly. You’ll curse the mothers who gave you birth before your ends come.”

When this, too, failed to raise any reaction, Derward’s flush darkened dangerously. He clamped his hands on the iron bars, his mouth twisting. Little flecks of saliva showed at the corners of his lips.

“Mayhap I’ll put you to fight each other for the amusement of my men. Whoever survives will have a little food, live a little longer. Which one of you will be the last to die?” His eyes swept over the men in the cell, coming to rest at last on Wolf.

“You,” he said, not a question. He stared at the man who, even seated on the floor of a cell, his hands still bound, exuded deadly strength and calm. For just an instant, Derward’s eyes flickered. “Why didn’t you — ?”

Whatever thought he’d been about to pursue went unspoken. The door opened again at the top of the stairs leading to the cell. A shaft of golden sunlight penetrated the torch-lit gloom. And there, in that light, stood a woman.

Wolf rose in a single, lithe motion. He moved toward the bars, the better to see her. The sun revealed little, only a dark silhouette, but he could make out that she was tall for a woman, willow slim, and graceful.

Her voice came floating through the doorway, low, soft, melodious, a voice to entice a man or soothe a child. It reverberated through him like a deep, inner caress. He was shocked to realize that he actually shivered.

“What is this, Sir Derward? Why are these men being held?”

The knight stiffened, hands dropping to his sides. His color paled, then returned in a rush. “They are Vikings, milady,” he said in a voice that was almost steady. “Their vessel ran aground and they were caught scarcely a mile from here.”

“Did they offer you resistance?”

“No, milady. They surrendered at once, afraid to fight us.”

“I see. Then you don’t actually know that they intended any harm?”

Derward took a deep, shuddering breath, fighting for calm. Wolf heard it and felt an instant’s wry sympathy for him. “They are Vikings, milady,” the knight repeated.

“We welcome merchants from the northlands. Is there reason to believe these men are not like them?”

“These are no merchants,” Derward protested. “You’ve only to look at them.” Again, that flicker in his eyes as though a thought stirred weakly.

Wolf moved quickly, closer yet to the bars, distracting him. He needn’t have bothered, for just then the Lady Cymbra came fully into the light and for the space of several heartbeats no man thought of anything at all.

Distantly, Wolf heard the collective intake of breath from the others in the cell, but he was too riven by his own surprise. The world abounded with stories, few of them even remotely true. One held that the renowned Hawk of Essex had a sister, Cymbra by name, who was likely the most beautiful woman in all of Christendom, a woman of such loveliness that her own brother hid her away lest men fight to possess her.

Wolf had long since dismissed that tale, assuming it most probably meant she was no more than middling pretty. Now confronted by the reality and the slow, stumbling recovery of his own reason, poor thing that it had become, he stared at her.

Chestnut hair shot through with gold tumbled in thick waves almost to her knees. Her eyes, blue as the sea beneath summer sun and thickly fringed, were set in an oval face of damask perfection. Her nose was slender and tapering above full, rose-hued lips that were moist and slightly parted. Her body, full-breasted with a wand-slim waist and hips perfectly fashioned to a man’s hands — to his hands — moved closer, as though drawn by his will alone.

She was perfect — exquisitely, absolutely perfect. She looked like a statue come to life, scarcely a real woman. A real woman would have some imperfection, however slight, something to indicate her humanness. Had a speck of dirt ever touched this ethereal creature? Had a hair ever fallen out of place, a spot appeared on that perfect skin? Did she ever sweat, curse, strive, yield? Was she as much a stranger to passion as she appeared?

She needed messing. The thought sprung full-blown in his mind. He could think of a great many things he wanted to do to the Lady Cymbra, and he supposed some of them were rather messy, but he might have framed it differently.

Not that it mattered. Grimly, he reminded himself, his course was set — as was hers. She had chosen it the moment she rejected the offer of marriage that would have sealed a pact that could bring peace to thousands. That she had done so in terms chosen to sting any Viking’s pride merely confirmed her fate.

He would possess her utterly — this proud, unfeeling woman who put selfishness and vanity above all else. He would strip away that pride, crush that will, and enslave her to the passion that was suddenly a raging torrent within him. And he would enjoy every vengeful moment of it.

Cymbra felt the touch of the slate-gray eyes that studied her so boldly and could not repress a quiver of shock. She felt moved in some strange, predatory way she could scarcely credit. Worse, pleasure flicked at the edges of her mind. Astounding. She had never experienced anything like that. Under other circumstances, she might have explored the sensations and the man who evoked them, but he awakened an anxiety within her that made rational study impossible.

Instinctively, she took refuge in the habit of a lifetime, repressing all emotion and concentrating only on the task at hand. Such serenity was her only defense against the pain of a violent, turbulent world, and she depended on it utterly.

Softly, but with iron determination, she returned her attention to the hapless Derward. “I understand that you are responsible for the safety of this keep, but I am responsible for the welfare of the people within it. All the people. These men must have food, water, blankets, and medicine, if needed.”

“Milady! No one will give them such things. They are savages, brutal animals. It isn’t safe for anyone to get close to them.”

Silence reigned for several minutes. Wolf scowled, wondering if he had misunderstood her words, as he surely must have. Why would she have any concern for their welfare, this unfeeling woman willing to perpetuate war rather than sacrifice her precious self? Why would she care if they rotted and starved? Indeed, why wouldn’t she rejoice like all the others?

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    two excitingl historical novels for the price of one book

    DREAM OF ME. The Vikings and the Saxons are at war as they have been for centuries. Viking leader Wolf Hakonson believes that the ¿Ice Princess¿ Lady Cymbra is the cause of the latest conflict. Leading his men on a raid of her castle, Wolf captures Cymbra, but quickly she melts his heart with her passion as love sets in between the duo. <P> BELIEVE IN ME. As a follow-up to the beginnings of peace started by the marriage of his sister Cymbra to the Viking, Lord Hawk weds Norsewoman Lady Krysta. He knows he must do whatever it takes to make this marriage of state work if he is to build on his sibling¿s success and further the cause of peace. However, the Saxon and the Viking never anticipated love to enter their relationship. <P> Readers gain two full historical novels for the price of one book as Bantam showcases the debut of Josie Litton¿s strong new sub-genre voice. Both books contain strong characters and resplendent details distinguishing the era when the Vikings and Saxons constantly fought one another. The story lines are well written, never slowing down with only one problem. If readers are as selfish and hedonistic as this reviewer, they would have wanted a triplet rather than wait a whole month for book three. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted July 27, 2009

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    Bought the two books - Dream of Me/Believe in Me combo and was happy that the reviews on them hit the nail on the head. My favorite of the two was the first one (DOM) with Wolf and Cymbra but the second story with Hawk and Krysta (BIM) did not disappoint. This is storytelling at its absolute best - great character development and not the typical storyline which was all the more intriguing. Well done Josie Litton - you have a new fan!! I am ordering the 3rd in the series - I absolutely can't wait to read what happens with Dragon and Rycca!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 24, 2008

    Believe in Me: One of the best historical romances ever!

    Besides being a very sexy romance novel this great book also contains historical and cultural information that adds trementously to the story. The viking invasions of Britain and life in a medieval viking community makes this romance fascinating.<BR/>But, the bottom line is the romance is fantastic. A virile hero, a beautiful woman, danger, power, the works in one book!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 10, 2014

    This one belongs in a romance hall of fame. Cymbra and Wolf's st

    This one belongs in a romance hall of fame. Cymbra and Wolf's story grabs you right from the beginning. Wolf's in a much of a tug of war over his preconceived ideas of the high born Saxon Lady Cymbra as he is hotly attracted to her...weakened by it even. And he doesn't like that. The two come together in the best battle of wills you'll ever read in historical romance. Just do yourself a favor and buy it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2013

    Loved it

    I really enjoyed this double book. Two great love stories. Great heros and great heroines. I got a little tired of cymbra constantly putting herself in danger but both stories turned out great. Id like to read about dragon now. Some sex but not too explicit. Phyl p

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2013


    This is a VERY short book; only 88 pages on Nook. I wish Barnes and Noble would include page amount with the other Details area. I would not have ordered this book if I'd known how short it was. It's like "speed reading" a regular-sized book. Save your money; it wasn't that good either.

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  • Posted December 31, 2012

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    Story Telling at it's best!

    Love Love Love these two stories. Great character and story development. The love between the men and women in these books have just the right amount of sparks and smiles to keep you reading them. The last book of this trilogy is called Come Back to Me and it is as wonderful as these two. Read this... I promise you will not be disappointed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2012

    Dream of Me 9/30/12

    DOM 9/30/12 Excellent Medieval series bginning.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2012

    Loved It!

    Stories were very well written, great characters. Love the way this author writes. Definately have a new fan. You won't be dissapointed with these romances.

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  • Posted June 18, 2012

    Awesome book, could not put it down. Love the historicals!!!

    Awesome book, could not put it down. Love the historicals!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2012

    Too perfect people. At least she made sure that all the hair col

    Too perfect people. At least she made sure that all the hair color and eye color groups of sexy men and women were represented. Predictable prose and story structure. When something exciting happened...other than the earth-shattering love-making sessions...it seemed to be thrown in as an after thought that the hero had yet to save the heroine from a villain. And I'm sorry, but I'm getting more and more annoyed with romance novels where the hero is named after some sort of top-of-the-food-chain animal. I'm sure most of us readers can pick up on the fact that the hero is an alpha male (it IS a romance novel) without being batted over the head with ridiculous personifying imagery.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2011

    Well i must say...

    It was increadible!! I loved it! Two books in one and the books werent short so that was deffinetly another plus! VERY well written and the way Josie Litton pulls everything together when it isnt looking so great(for the characters) is just amazing. I highly recommend this book and once you read this you'll anticipate "come back to me" by her as well! Coming from a person who reads Sara McCarty, Christine Feehan, JR Ward, Karen Marie Moning and Lora Leigh etc it was quite a change but i was very very impressed! :)

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  • Posted June 7, 2010

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    A great buy!

    These books are worth their price. Book one made me want to read two and now I'm in the middle of book three! A wonderful seris & whats more is that you do not have to read this in order! Each book is a new story of its own and carries itself well! A must read for any woman that loves the strong handsome hero that saves the headstrong woman that could do it without help but so very needs what he is!

    Just a grate series of romance!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2007

    loved it!!!

    This book was amazing!!! I have read it over and over again since i got it!!! I would recomnend this book to anyone!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2007

    oh my god!!!

    I am so happy that this book called out to me and i bought it i have purchased this book about 6 times because i always end up giving my book away to a friend or family member and they never give it ack. it is such an awesome book they keep it. I have purchased every book she has written and have been held captivated and left wanting more after the end of the book.Way to go josie cant wait for the next book!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 29, 2007


    At first I was not sure whether I would like this book or not but after a couple of chapters into Dream of Me I knew that this was going to be a story I would really enjoy and I was right...I cant wait to read Come back to me..I would recommend this book to anyone and everyone...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 27, 2006


    Having recently read about 23 romance novels, I finally found the perfect one with this first book, Dream of Me. All the characters were wonderful, believable and I was rooting for the lot of them. This is the first time I want to reread a romance novel. I thought the love story was so well developed within the overall book. Finally, there is a virginal heroine with humility and courage to embrace her sexuality and allow it to grow with her emotions for her man. She never ran away once she felt her passions stir. And she was strong and stood her ground on issues, yet gave way when needed. She was great. The heros were wonderful, but I think it is much easier for a female writer to create perfect men in these stories. It is a feat to create a female that deserves them in her own right. Usually, heriones fall short in my estimation, as they are scared of their emotions, whinny, etc. Not Cymbra. I only wish all these people were real because I would like to know them all. I can't wait to read the next two.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 6, 2005


    Josie Litton, you are great. I have to say, you had me wishing that Lord Wolf and Lord Hawk were real. This book is outstanding. It took me 3 days to read this double book. It's that great. Keep it up, Please.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2003

    Great Read

    Compelling story!

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