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that passed as a key, assuring her it would open her room door for her, when she approached.
    Dusk had fallen over Eden. Streaks of purple and pink bruised the skyline by the time she was taken to her cabana. Even though she was tired from all the travel, exhausted really, she wasn’t going to let that stop her from exploring the place in search of a little excitement.
    But before she set out to investigate Eden, she did a walkthrough of the cabana, loving that she had a room decorated in relaxing, beachy decor, a big, king-size bed with numerous throw pillows, and a beautiful marble bathroom with the most perfect rain shower nozzle. She grinned, knowing she was going to spend hours under the spray. She found swimming or showering the perfect way to relax after a long day.
    Thrilled with her accommodations, she spread her arms, dropped her bag onto the sofa, then slid open the patio doors to enjoy the warm breeze. Beyond her wooden deck, moonlight lit up the ocean, and a nervous energy bubbled up inside her as she listened to the waves splash against the sandy shore. She stripped out of her heavy travel clothes, and foregoing panties, pulled on a light sundress. Anxious to get outside and make every single moment of this vacation count, she slipped into her flip flops.
    Following the lit, tree-fringed path from her cabana, she hurried to the beach. She found it empty and decided it was the perfect opportunity to indulge in one of her naughty fantasies, skinny dipping. She was about to peel her dress from her body when she heard movement behind her. She spun, and when she spotted a man closing in on her—the same man who stood on the castle steps upon her arrival—her breath caught. The air rippled, vibrating as he approached, and the hairs on her arms stood on ends, like they’d been statically charged. Even though she was alone on a beach with a virtual stranger, she wasn’t afraid. Oddly enough, there was something about him that put her at ease.
    She looked into the night, and her heart lurched when she could no longer see her cabana. Not because it was obscured by palm trees or darkness, or because the lights on the path had burnt out, but because it was gone, completely and utterly missing. Everything seemed to have changed, the pink hue in the sky now an odd shade of orange, the white sand beneath her feet a golden shimmer.
    What the hell?
    “Welcome to Eden,” the man said, his rich Greek accent eliciting a shiver from deep within her.
    She looked up at the man known as the Master, but with his back to the moonlight, his face was cast in shadows.
    “Thank you,” she whispered, then nervously searched for her cabana again, wondering if her overtired mind was playing tricks on her. Even though she didn’t believe supernatural events took place in the Bermuda triangle, she couldn’t deny that something strange was going on here. It was almost like she’d tapped into an alternate reality, like her world had shifted somehow.
    Welcome to Eden, where reality is whatever you wish it to be...
    Pushing that ridiculous thought aside, she nibbled her bottom lip and scanned the tree line once again.
    “Are you lost, Miss Smith?” he asked.
    For a moment, she wondered how he knew who she was, but instead of asking, she said, “I think I might be.” She looked past his broad shoulder. “I can’t seem to find my cabana.”
    “Perhaps that’s because it’s not what you’re looking for.”
    Her back stiffened, and as she tried to puzzle out his cryptic words, he waved his hand. She followed the direction, and her breath caught when she saw a long set of stairs leading to what appeared to be an outdoor night club in the sky. She shook her head. No way was that there earlier.
    “How...where...?”
    “Perhaps this is what you seek.”
    As if pulled by an invisible force, she moved toward the stairs, the tips of her toes warming and tingling in the glittery sand. A beautiful multi-colored bird flew by, singing a