Virtual Heaven

the long version

The warrior loomed over her. His leather jerkin, open to his waist, revealed a bounty of chest muscles and a corrugation of abdominals. Maggie O'Brien's gaze jumped from his belt buckle to his jewel-encrusted boot knife, avoiding the obvious indications of a man well-endowed. Too bad he was just a poster advertising a virtual reality game. Maggie had always thought such male perfection could exist only in fantasies like Tolemac Wars. But then the game took on a life of its own, and she found herself face-to-face with her perfect hero. Now it would be up to her to save his life when danger threatened, to gentle his warrior's heart, to forge a new reality they both could share.