Review: Lake of Dreams by Linda Howard

Lake of Dreams by Linda Howard

Blurb from Goodreads:

Dreams and reality collide—with potentially deadly consequences—in this stunning novella from New York Times bestselling author Linda Howard, available for the first time as a standalone ebook at an unbeatable price!

House painter Thea Marlow hasn’t been sleeping very well. Her nights are plagued by dreams, the setting by the water and the mysterious man who appears in them always the same. But the outcome of the dream changes nightly: sometimes the man loves her...and sometimes he kills her. Desperate for some much needed relaxation, Thea travels to her family’s remote country lake house. Imagine her surprise when a knock at the door reveals the man from her dreams...who happens to have just rented the house next door.

So will he love her—or will he kill her?

My Review:
This book was originally released as part of an anthology and, accordingly, it's very short; I would categorize this as a novella. You already know by now that I absolutely love Linda Howard and have read everything she's ever written.  I hadn't read this one for many moons and so I was excited to re-read it as a standalone e-book.  Although Lake of Dreams is not as much of a romantic suspense as the books that I love from her the most and the ones for which she is most associated, there is still some suspense in this one -- it just takes place in dreams/flashbacks.  There was still something so alluring about this to me in Linda's writing -- it is sultry and immediate.  I read this is one sitting and will happily be adding it to my collection of Linda Howard books to re-read (there are at least five or six every year for me).
If you like this one, you will absolutely love Son of the Morning (these two are pretty much Linda Howard's only "historical" romances, and Son of the Morning has some similarities and is almost in the vein of Outlander).  Lake of Dreams is scheduled to be re-released next week in standalone e-book format May 2, 2016, you can purchase HERE, and I really liked it.

She tried to remind herself that it had been less than twenty-four hours since she had seen him for the first time, but found that the length of time meant less than nothing.  There was a bone-deep recognition between them that had nothing to do with how many times the sun had risen and set.