Monday, January 21, 2008

Jilted by Leigh Ellwood

In the mood for some payback? This is a great, short read. Just enough to satisfy that feeling while absolutely sexy. Give it a look.

by Leigh Ellwood

ISBN 978-1-59426-911-0

Publisher: Phaze
Genre: M/M/F/M
Length: Heatsheet

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A Phaze Fury release!
Something old, something new, something borrowed, something... vengeful?

When Dara Winter is ambushed by three former loves on the morning of her wedding, she learns quickly that they aren't going to walk her down the aisle. If Rusty, Glen, and Mark have their way, she'll be lucky to get out of bed!

Will Dara make it to the church on time? Will Dara care if she doesn't? You don't need an engraved invitation to enjoy this quick, sexy short!

Excerpt: (From Phaze site)

"I'll be right down," Dara Winter called over the rail separating the lofted stairwell from the airy downstairs foyer. "Let me get my gloves."

She walked into her bedroom, and quickly the white satin, arm-length gloves she'd planned to retrieve were forgotten. Instead, the Ghosts of Engagements Past demanded her attention, as they were currently arranged in an arc before her.

Only they weren't ghosts, but muscle-hardened flesh and blood. Scowling lips, folded arms, and ramrod postures greeted her this morning, invoking a discomforting sense of doom that wiped the smile off Dara's own face.

"Big day, huh, Dara?" the closest to her challenged. "Bet you never expected to find one of us here, let alone three old flames."

"What...?" Dara's heart leapt into her throat.

"We meant to send cards," the man continued, "but figured something like this deserved a more ... personal salutation."

She said nothing, only stared, then blinked, as though lamely attempting to wish them away by not acknowledging them immediately.

"This is the curse of neglecting to acquire something borrowed and something blue," the front man snickered. "I didn't see anything here that tells otherwise, which is surprising, considering your history with cast-offs."

Dara did not look happy; that was apparent. Who could blame her? "On the day of my wedding, of all days, this has to happen?" She watched the faces of the three, studying their reaction to her. Could they detect the surprise, fear, and fury flitting as one new emotion across her features on a whirlwind tour of her nerves? She didn't know how to react to something like this, and it showed.
Her voice, she imagined, would put things better into perspective.

"How did you get in here?" Dara demanded. "This house has been full of people since Friday, and I was just up here twenty minutes ago when I got up. No way in Hell that you three crawled up the trellis on the side of the house.

Indeed, the intricate white wooden grid that trained ivy along the house's exterior toward the roof was frail. Any one of them would have cracked it on the first step. The three men together would have easily rendered it to toothpicks.

"Look," she continued, flouncing toward the widest window in the room. "I had the window locked all night. You couldn't have come in that way."

"Who says we did?" another of the visitors challenged.

"How did you get in here?" she echoed. "You're too large to be missed."

This was the truth. Big men, they were. Strong and cut with identical lantern jaws and thick veins roped around biceps. One in every flavor--blond, brunette, redhead--dressed in jogging shorts and T-back tanks. It looked like the set of Alpha romance cover model convention had been relocated here.

And yet, not one drop of sweat to indicate any had been out for a run and decided at the last minute to spoil her big day. To think they were able to spoil her nuptials without much effort or strain ... and look so damn delicious.

Of course, the real physical exertion was yet to come. There was going to be a struggle, she knew, and she swallowed hard just contemplating the consequences.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Into the Heat by Kate Burns

How about a little more heat for this long, cold month! Ms. Kate Burns us with another scorcher about two firejumpers trying to fight not only dangerous forest fires but also the flames of love. Watch as these two try to remain professional while sparking off each other until the heat becomes too much. Misunderstanding smolders them but love always burns bright.

Ms. Kate not only writes a fabulous romance here but the facts within the story lets you see how these people work and live their lives fighting these wild and dangerous fires. This story is definitely not to missed.


Into the Heat by Kate Burns

ISBN: 1-59426-999-8

Publisher: Phaze
Genre: Contemporary
Length: HeatSheet

E-book: $2

Being a firejumper is hot enough, but when Delia finds herself assigned to a remote cabin for two weeks with fellow firejumper Cooper Tallman, things begin to really heat up. She and Coop take care of all their assignments at the post while doing their best to ignore the growing attraction between them. They manage to keep their internal fires at bay until one afternoon when circumstances throw them into such close contact they can't ignore their smoldering bodies. When duty calls they, of course, answer. But the forest around the couple is not the only thing ablaze and they begin to realize they cannot ignore their feelings for much longer--or can they? After all, in a wildfire anything can happen. There are no guarantees, and not every flame can be extinguished.

"I've got the duty assignments for the next fourteen." Beck's heavy steel toe work boots sent a spray of gravel flying as he stopped beside the repair bench in the open-air shed. His eyes scanned the papers on the clipboard he held in his work-scarred hand for a moment before he cleared his gravelly voice and said, "Delia, you and Coop are assigned to the north ridge station. Usual drill ... brush clearing and piling, facility and trail maintenance. You don't need me to tell you what to do, you've done this before."

"When do you want us there?" Cooper asked, his words giving no hint to the way he felt about the assignment.

Already turning to leave, the facility manager stopped, his feet sending a new wave of grit around their ankles. His gaze swept over the two standing before him, their hands and tools stilled over their chainsaws. A muscle worked in the man's jaw, moving the maze of wrinkles around his eyes and on his forehead in small patterns while he openly appraised them. For a moment Delia thought he had something to say, something that he wanted to give voice to but couldn't bring himself to do. In the end, Beck shrugged his massive shoulders and said, "Up to you. Duty begins tomorrow. If you can pack your gear in time you can head up there tonight. If not, first thing in the morning."

Cooper said, "I can be ready tonight."
"So can I."
* * * *
Fourteen days. Two whole weeks. Alone. In a remote cabin in the middle of nowhere with Cooper Tallman.
Things could be worse.

It only took twenty minutes to pack her duffel and head out to the large black SUV but Cooper was there before her, his duffel packed into the cargo area beside an assortment of tools and foodstuffs. Delia tucked her bag beside his, closed the cargo door, and walked around to the passenger side. Climbing in beside him, she caught a whiff of the bar-and-chain oil they'd been using on their chainsaws before Beck found them. Not sure if it came off her or him, she let the edges of her lips curl upward.

Yeah, that'll curb any man's appetite for romance. The scent of oil, smoke, pine tar, and all the other less-than-feminine aromas that surround us. Not that this guy allows himself any appetites other than the ones that roar hotter than any I've got to offer. If Cooper's got a taste for anything romantic--with anyone, anywhere--he keeps it to himself.

"What's so funny?" he asked, shooting her a sideways glance as they pulled onto the black ribbon of pavement that they would use to get to the station. It wound through thousands of acres of forest in some of the remotest areas of the state and was used exclusively by the wild land firefighters. "Did I miss something?"

The grin grew as she shook her head. "Nothing, really. I guess I'm just happy to be going up to the north ridge. It's always been one of my favorites."

It was true. Nestled high on the ridge, the station looked more like a resort than an outpost for firefighters. A breathtaking view of the wooded valley gave it a prime advantage in that smoke could be seen for miles in all directions. There was also a small lake not far from where the station had been built, providing not only a good supply of emergency water but also a cool place to swim in the hot summer months.

"Mine, too," Cooper said, turning his eyes to the road.


“No. Nothing hurts. What about you? Did you break anything?”

He grinned. “Only your conversation, it seems. What the hell were you doing dragging half a tree, Delia? That thing must weigh more than you do.”

Weight among fire jumpers was not a topic that was off-limits, as it was in so many other areas of life. Fire jumpers have minimum and maximum weight limits and those who worked the ranges were monitored closely to be sure they maintained the limits.

“Hey—you know I’m at the limit.”

“Just barely,” he teased. Tightening his arms and shifting his body, as if weighing her, he said, “It feels like you’re hardly at the limit, actually. Are you sure you haven’t lost a few pounds lately? You don’t feel heavy enough to qualify.”

She poked him in the shoulder, her finger meeting a hard wall of muscle. “Don’t give me that—you know I’m over the limit. Believe me, I qualify. And stop weighing me like that, Coop. It’s not professional for one jumper to weigh another with his body.”

Coop. It was the first time she’d used the nickname out loud. She’d always maintained a formality with him, and the other guys, and that included not using nicknames. She was one of the only jumpers who used everyone’s full name. If he noticed her slip he didn’t show it.

“It’s not as if I’m weighing Beck or one of the other, hairier, guys,” he said, holding her close and smiling. “This is actually pretty enjoyable, Delia. You should let me weigh you more often.”

You’re right. This feels better than enjoyable, Coop. It feels—dangerous. What the hell am I doing lying on top of you like this? And damn, why do you feel so good? You’re so hard and muscular, every slope of your body is pressing into mine and you’re making me feel…you’re making me feel very unprofessional.

I’m wet. I want you. Oh, God, how I want you.

And—is that?

Cooper’s eyes dropped to the creamy slopes of her breasts. She followed his gaze with her own and colored when she saw how exposed she’d become. The round outline of her nipples peeked out above the lacy edges of her bra, their firm points barely contained but very discernible beneath the flimsy lace.

He shifted slightly and any doubts she had about his arousal were lifted. Cooper’s erection pressed steadily against the fabric between them, large and hard and throbbing. Delia’s fingers itched to touch it, her pussy clenched with desire and her mouth dried as she lifted her eyes to his face. He was watching her carefully and when their eyes met his gaze held steady.

“I was only trying to help you,” he said quietly. “I saw you dragging that big limb and thought I’d help you pull it. I didn’t trip you on purpose, Delia.”

“I know. Thanks for trying. I should have blocked it but…”

He swallowed and she watched his throat constrict. It was, like so much else on the man, thick and firm and masculine. And it was, she realized, another part of him that she longed to touch.

While her hands had resisted the urge to stroke his erection they didn’t do the same with his neck. Without thinking, she trailed one finger along his jaw, over the razor stubble and down the slant of his skin to his throat. He was soft yet firm, an oxymoron that aroused her desire even further. As she touched him, her pussy ached. Her hips, as if having a mind of their own, pressed against his. A groan escaped him, a low, wild sound that stopped her finger immediately.

At first she thought he was going to kiss her when he lifted his head and opened his mouth. Her heart thudded and she held her breath but he only spoke, his voice hoarse.

“Delia, as much as I’m enjoying this I think we’d better get up. If we don’t I’m liable to do something very unprofessional and I…I don’t want to do that. These are still work hours and I—God, I can’t believe I’m saying this. I think we’d better get back to work.”

Cooper lifted her gently to her feet as he stood up. When he did, she saw the prominent bulge in his jeans. It was as she’d imagined it to be and she drew her breath in sharply, lifting her eyes to meet his. He was looking at her with a serious expression on his face.

With one final look at her breasts he turned and walked through the forest, leaving her to tangle with the pine branch on her own.


What the hell have we done? A one-night stand on the observation deck? I’ve just acted like every female jumper hopes none of the others will act. God, how could I have done it? Had sex with him while we were supposed to be on duty? Sure, our day was done and we were relaxing but still—I shouldn’t have done it.

Damn. I wonder if Cooper is going to tell the other guys what went on. I don’t think he will but who knows? And if they all find out I’ll deserve every disgusting look I get, every damn proposition, because I’ve allowed myself to lose sight of what I’m here to do.

She chanced a sideways glance at him. Cooper’s chiseled features, set in a serious expression as he watched the road, made her heart lurch and her pussy tingle. A fine sheen of perspiration covered her forehead as she looked down at her hands, twisted together on her lap.

Who am I trying to kid? I let myself fall in love with him. Now there’s no going back to what we had before.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Catnipped by Dakota Cassidy

Okay, this book I've read. It's quite entertaining, even if Charlie rambles a bit and there was time I was confused as to where in the timeline I was. Wait, I'm not a reviewer. *eek* If you are looking for a sexy, quick read...yeah, this is definately one to read :D I would recommend it!

by Dakota Cassidy

ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-861-6

Publisher: Changeling Press
Genre: Paranormal
Length: Novella
Cover Artist: Renee George

E-book: $3.99

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Charlie Ledbetter has a big problem. She doesn’t like cats. In fact, she’s allergic to them. And now she is one… sort of.
Caught in the middle of a vicious argument between two men at the pet store where she shops for her dog Pinky, Charlie doesn’t just end up nipped in the fight when it’s over -- she ends up having a horrible allergic reaction and much sneezing, wheezing and gulping Benadryl like it’s tequila ensues.

But that’s not even the half of it…

When one of the two men involved in the scuffle, Quinn Piljor, comes to apologize for his part in the scuffle, he brings his brother Luke with him. Tall, blond, sexy, off the chain hot Luke. A man Charlie’s immediately attracted to. The brothers explain her little allergy problem can be solved with a ritual that takes place upon the full moon -- a sex ritual.

Crazy that, huh?

Charlie finds out what the Piljor brothers say really is true. In order to stop her violent allergic reaction to her new body’s chemistry, her only shot involves having sex with Quinn.
But what does a girl do when the man she really wants to be with isn’t the man she has to be with?

Recommeded Read! "Dakota Cassidy has written a sizzling short story. She packs a lot into the pages, it was fulfilling and exciting.... Catnipped is one of the better novellas out there, and it is definitely one everyone should read."
-- Ashley, Fallen Angel Reviews

Excerpt: (Taken from
“You fucking redneck! I’ll kick your stupid ass!”

“Bring it, you asshole!”

Charlie Ledbetter beat feet into Fabulous Furries, her local pet store, grabbing a cart and hurrying past the two very large, very angry men who were clearly not happy with each other, judging by their livid scowls and clenched fists. Both were rather impressive in height and girth, but the guy with the jet-black hair was just a bit scarier than his lighter-haired foe.
Charlie shivered when she stepped around them. They gave off this bad ju-ju she wanted nothing to do with.

Being the “avoid trouble” kinda chick she was, she didn’t linger. Besides, Renee would kill her if she was late for her pork tenderloin with orange sauce and dinner was always on time at her best friend Renee’s. Time was of the essence.

Charlie scurried to the chew-toy aisle to pick up a new bone for her dog Pinky. Her Pug-Chihuahua mix needed some kind of entertainment while she was at the bookstore or her furniture would suffer in the way of shredded cushions and scarred wood. Pinky went through bones like J-Lo went through husbands and to not have a healthy supply of them meant her couch would meet a long drawn-out death.

Strolling along the aisle, she fingered the green dental bones, hanging neatly in a row. Pinky’s breath smelled like a Jersey dump and apparently, these bones promoted clean, sweet breath. But the Pinkster loved the clear bones and whatever made Pinky happy…

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the two men she’d seen in the front of the store, stalking one another in the cat food aisle beside hers. The lighter haired of the two stomped behind the guy whose hair was so black it gleamed blue highlights, yelling something.

And it didn’t sound like they were fucking around.

“I told you to stay the hell away from Tasha, you motherfucker!” the taller by an inch or so guy with light brown hair hissed between clenched teeth.

Charlie couldn’t help but overhear their anger over this Tasha. Yet she snapped her eyes back to the bones hanging in plastic wrap and turned her cart the other way, trying to focus on picking the right dog bone for her very picky Pinky.

But they weren’t making it easy. The conversation heated up and the hotter it got, the juicier it got. It was like rubbernecking. Charlie couldn’t turn her listening ears off or keep herself from sneaking peeks at grown men behaving like children.

“She’s not yours anymore, Quinn, and why would she be when she’s got this?” The raven-haired guy answered back and that was when Charlie caught another glance of him over her shoulder, grabbing at his package with a meaty paw.

Hoo boy.

She turned back around and made a face, jamming her chin into her jacket. Jesus, men really did think it was all about the schlong.

And it so wasn’t. Not that it hurt, mind you, but it didn’t amount to everything.

A loud growl went up and it struck her as odd. It was so deep and resonant, it almost didn’t sound human. With that, more words followed.

And they weren’t very nice in Charlie’s estimation, but she couldn’t blame the guy. The really dark-haired guy had thrown the “package” card into the universe. Men were sensitive about their meat and the lighter-haired guy was apparently no exception.

“I’ll -- fucking -- kill -- you!” he spat with succinct timing.

Oh, good. A death at Fabulous Furries. Sooooo not something she wanted to witness. But suddenly she had no choice. The thwack to her back, shoving her into her cart, was sharp, knocking the wind out of her momentarily. Her fingers clenched the cart while she sucked in a lungful of air before she turned to confront the Neanderthals.

God dammit! She bruised easily.

Gripping her side, she massaged her rib area, then narrowed her eyes and focused on her targets. Charlie stepped directly between both panting men, planting her hands on her hips. She faced the darker-haired guy and waved a finger. “Hey, knock it the hell off! You just crashed into me. I don’t know about you, but I hear there’ve been lawsuits over less. Now this is a public place. Can’t you see I’m in deep deliberation over which bone to choose for my precious? Jesus! I can’t think with the two of you yelling. Now take your business elsewhere. There are people here trying to shop in peace.”

Ooooh, but Cro-Magnon man clearly didn’t like to be chastised. He flipped the guy behind her the bird, then narrowed his gaze at Charlie. “Shut up, you bitch, and mind your own business,” he sniped, the set of his mouth forming a sneer.

Charlie gasped.

He. Did. Not.

Charlie, while usually not one to engage, became enraged. The motherfucker. She stood on her tippy toes and stuck her face in his. “I’m sorry. Was ‘bitch’ the word you used? For the love of dick, couldn’t you be more original? You slam into me and I’m the bitch? Ohhh, I so don’t think so. I’m going to find store security.”

But Charlie didn’t have time to finish telling the fucktard off.

The lighter-haired guy did it for her -- with menace. “Don’t call the lady a bitch, you fuck-up. I swear to God you have the mentality of a two year old!”

Okay, so the guy with the black hair didn’t much like being compared to a toddler -- though Charlie didn’t think he was far off the mark -- because the next thing Charlie knew, he was grabbing at the guy behind her and somehow after a scuffle of grabby hands and flailing arms ensued, she ended up in a big old manwich, stuffed like a piece of bologna between two men, the one on top of her weighing at least a good two hundred pounds.

The whoosh they made when they hit the ground was softened for Charlie because she landed right on top of the raven-haired, mouthy guy.

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

It Takes A Thief or Two by Sherrill Quinn

I haven't read this book yet, but it's definately on my TBB list. Ms. Quinn is an excellent writer.

It Takes A Thief Or Two

ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-169-2

Publisher: Amber Heat
Genres: Contemporary / Ménage (M/F/M) / Paranormal / Ghosts / Hauntings
Length: Novella

New release: $3.75 (regular- $5.00)

Brock and Nick Phillips are security experts with a problem: their bond as twins enables them to feel what the other feels, even physical sensations. They've always known they'd have to share the same woman, and the woman they want is Jessica Norton.

Jessica has wanted both men for years, but doesn't think she can have both of them. When her grandmother arranges to have the men come to the house to set them up with a new security system, the men seize the opportunity to convince Jessie she's wrong. She can have both of them and, if they're lucky, they'll steal her heart.

Add an encouraging grandma and the approving ghost of her grandfather, and luck just might be on their side...

EXCERPT: (taken from the purchase page at Amber Heat)

...Jessica pressed her thighs together, unable to look away from Brock’s intent stare. Her pussy clenched, sending a throb through her clit and another wave of arousal soaking into her panties. What Nick had started with his soul stealing kisses Brock might very likely finish with just those searing looks.
She was hyperaware of both men’s lust. It practically shimmered in the air—she was surprised Nana was completely unaware. But her grandmother chattered on about the house and security measures she thought she wanted, with Nick’s deep voice rumbling short answers now and again.
Then Nick looked at Jessica with the same banked heat in his gaze that was reflected in his twin’s. Her heart skipped a beat, her arousal notching even higher, making her nipples so tight she wanted to touch them, squeeze them. Or, better yet, offer them up to the Phillips boys—fingers or mouths, she didn’t care which.
Heat rushed into her face. She’d never had a sexual fantasy that involved sharing herself with two men until she’d met these two. And now that was all she could think about, what it would be like to have one thrusting into her pussy, the other coming in her mouth or claiming her ass.
She wasn’t sure why, but she felt that Brock would be the one stretching her backside with that log he was hiding in his pants. She’d caught a glimpse of it before he’d crossed his legs. And, of course, she’d felt the hard ridge of Nick’s erection pressed against her when he’d been kissing her.
They were twins, identical in just about every way as far as she could tell. Would their cocks be identical, too?
She shivered. If the thickness under those pants was anything to go by… God, she hoped so.
But what if she was reading things wrong? What if they didn’t want to share? What if this was still just them flirting, albeit much stronger than they ever had before?
With a hard swallow, she sank back in her chair, her thoughts chasing around like a dog after its tail. God above, she’d just played tonsil-hockey with Nick and, somehow, amazingly enough, Brock also was aroused. She frowned and peeped at him from under her lashes. He had to be aroused by her, because the only other woman in the house was Nana.
She glanced at Nana and then back at Brock with a frown. Surely he didn’t… No. That was just too squicky to believe.
“Let me show you around the place, boys, so you have a good idea of the layout.” Nana set her coffee cup aside and stood.
Both men stood as well, though it was Nick who said, “That’s really my area of specialty, ma’am. Brock does the testing once I’ve put the new systems in place. I’ll just make a few sketches and take some notes, which I can flesh out when we come back with the crew.”
Jessica saw the two men exchange a glance.
“Maybe Jessie can fill Brock in on how effective she feels the current safety measures are.” He took Nana’s elbow and walked with her out of the room, shortening his strides to match hers.
“What was that look for?” Brock hunkered down in front of Jessica, big hands resting on the arms of her chair, effectively bracketing her in.
“What look?” She glanced at him. Unable to hold that intense lapis stare, she looked down at her lap.
“The one you had on your face when I came back into the room with your grandma. The one that said you were maybe thinking not so good thoughts about me.”
That brought her gaze back to his. The heat in his eyes nearly seared her. Her clit ached in response. “I wasn’t… You had a…” She glanced down at his groin and quickly back up to his face. “You were aroused,” she finally ended in a fierce whisper.
He rose up until his face was mere inches away. With his mouth hovering over hers, he whispered, “There’s only one woman in this house that gets my blood boiling. And, darlin’, that’s you.”

Reveiw from From Just Erotic Romance Reviews:

"Sherrill Quinn has written a very sexy and appealing ménage a trois fantasy with two incredible men and a woman who thinks she is less than average, that is until these two brothers show her how much she matters to them... The sex between these three is very fulfilling and just plain hot. I found myself wishing I was in Jessie's shoes as these two men want to give her their love and a promise of a future... I wished the story didn't have to end. It Takes a Thief or Two is short, fast and sweet and will definitely leave you with a smile and a laugh or two. Ms. Quinn has proved once again she is one author not to be missed." (Kate Garrabrant)

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Monday, January 14, 2008

Contract Bride by Ayn Amorelli

Contract Bride
by Ayn Amorelli

Publisher: Black Velvet Seduction
ISBN 0-9774682-6-7
Genre: Spicy contemporary romance

E-book - $5.99
Paperback - $13.99

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Bob was desperate.
He had a once in a lifetime chance to become a millionaire. But in order to get his hands on the 20 million bucks left to him by his late aunt he had to get married and father a child within ten months.
Kayla was equally desperate. Let go when her boss was fired Kayla was unemployed and living beyond her means. She was about to be kicked out of her apartment and about to have her car repossessed. Desperate to hang onto her apartment she took a job at Bob's friend's topless maid service. But when Bob offered her the chance to make two million dollars by signing his contract, becoming his wife and having his child she jumped at the chance.

Excerpt from Chapter 1:

Chapter One

"What type of girl are you looking for, Old Buddy?" asked George, neatly stacking numerous invoices of his topless maid agency at his large gray metal desk. "Maybe I can help."

"You're going to think I'm nuts," Bob murmured, crossing his legs Indian style as he took a sip of tepid coffee from his paper cup. Hell, maybe he was crazy. But he was also desperate.

Spreading the twenty color photographs of nude blondes, brunettes, and redheads on the floor around him, Bob adjusted his wire-rim glasses as he studied them. All the girls were seductively posed, standing with one shapely hip jutting out and one knee slightly bent. They ranged in age from the mid-twenties to the mid-thirties, and all were pretty and sexy with big, firm, thrusting breasts, shiny nipples, small waists and slender hips. Hell, he got hard just looking at them. If he could afford it, he would try every one. But not only didn't he have the cash, he was short on time.

He'd been wracking his brain ever since his late aunt's lawyers had called him a week ago. He'd finally devised a plan that just, as insane as it was, might work.

"So? That's never stopped you before. I know whatever it is, is damn important for you to get out this early on a Saturday. So spill it. What gives?"

"You've got to keep what I tell you confidential."

"Oh, shit!" moaned George, stiffening. "I hate cloak and dagger stuff. I'm sorry I asked now."

"Too late. I've got to tell someone."

"Damn!" muttered George.

"But you've got to—"

"I know. I've got to keep it confidential. So what is it? You in trouble with the Feds…or is it drugs? Is that it?"

"Nothing as exotic as that," Bob whispered, glancing around suspiciously. "But it wouldn't do for what I'm about to tell you to get out. If the wrong people heard about it, they might misunderstand."

"Hold it! Can I go to jail if I know what it is you're up to?" George asked, pushing aside the pile of invoices as he studied his old friend.

"To be honest, I'm not sure. I don't think so, but then I'm not a lawyer and I haven't got time for you to consult one. I've got a little legal matter that has to be settled by the end of the year. But in order to do that I need to get started implementing my plan right away."

"How little?"

"How little what?"

George ground his teeth. "How little is the legal matter? Are we talking about you'll go to prison if you're wrong, legal matter, or jail-time legal matter?"

"Neither. I'm....oh, shit!" grumbled Bob, taking a swig of his stale coffee, stalling for time, trying to figure out how to best tell his friend without sounding insane. "What I need is a woman who's sexy and attractive enough for me to screw as much as necessary to knock her up right away. She has to deliver by the end of the year. But she can't be cheap-looking. She has to look and act enough like a lady to be my wife and the mother of my child. She has to be able to pass the inspection of some old geezer legal types."

George looked blankly at him. "You're pulling my leg, right?" He laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Got to hand it to you though. You had me going there for a while. I thought for sure you were serious."

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Summer of Fire by Nicole Gestalt

Looking to heat up these winter months or just searching for something to heat up your screen? This pyro-thriller is for you! New lust that leads to love shows that one's past can make way for a Hawt future, even while trying to find a firebug.
Ms. Nicole's Summer of Fire is her first with Phaze and its just a spark to the fire that is her future in writing! I can't wait to be apart of it.


Summer of Fire by Nicole Gestalt

Publisher: Phaze
ISBN 1-59426-477-5

The Summer of Fire, as the media calls it, brings steamy weather and the threat of an arsonist. Officer Helen is charged with ending the madness, yet her passion for a widowed firefighter continues to flame.


"Let me guess, another arson?" Helen looked at the building still burning furiously in front of her. Sweat threatened to drip down from her hat line. Her shirt was already drenched, and she was thankful her uniform covered it up somewhat. However, the heat Helen was feeling wasn't just from the fire, it was also due to the large, muscular fireman standing in front of her.

"…has the traits of it, but it's too early to tell." His voice washed over her, and she felt like she was falling into a warm bath of melted chocolate. Aware he was saying something else she smiled up at him and tried to concentrate on the words rather than his body. It didn't take her long to realise she wasn't going to be able to concentrate at all, even with him in his full fire-fighting gear his muscles bulged, filling out his uniform.

An explosion ripped through the building and Helen suddenly found herself flat on the floor with the fire-fighter of her dreams on top of her. Looking deep into his cool blue eyes she felt hotter then she could ever remember being. His lips were so close to hers, she had but to lift her head up and they would meet. Just as she contemplated actually moving to kiss him, he moved. Disappointment filled her thoughts instead of how his weight was pressing down on her in such a satisfying way.

He offered his hand to her and she accepted it, allowing herself to lean back slightly to enjoy his touch. Holding it, she felt the presence of a wedding ring. She tried not to look disappointed, but she had never been very successful at hiding her feelings from people.

"Are you okay?" Concern seemed to fill his eyes. Helen shook her head, unsure if she was seeing things. She straightened out her uniform and dusted herself off.

"Yes, I am, thank you." She smiled, and for the first time in a while became aware of the manic bustle that was going on all around them.

"Look I must go, the fire is obviously hitting the storage containers. That would explain the sudden blast… Perhaps it would be safer if you moved further back." He squeezed her shoulder in a friendly manner, then turned and walked towards the other fire-fighters. Helen tried to keep an eye on him, but he was soon lost in the smoke. She found herself walking towards an ambulance, where a couple of medics were tending to the new rash of cuts and bruises the explosion had just caused. As they were making sure she was all right a call came over on her radio ordering her back to the station. She thanked the medic, and reluctantly made her way over to her squad car, safe in the knowledge that despite hating it there was a pile of paperwork waiting for her in the office.


Mark walked over to the bench in the middle of the changing room. He hadn’t bothered placing his clothes in a locker, as he was the only one using the equipment. Drying the sweat from his workout off himself, he heard the shower sputter to life. He looked across to the shower room Helen was in and felt a yearning for her. He hadn’t needed a woman this much since Jenna. Normally he was well controlled but there was just something about Helen that lit a fire in him. It took him a few seconds before he realised the door was slightly ajar and he could actually see her. Holding his breath he watched as delicate hands began to undo the uniform blouse.

Her nimble fingers made quick work of each button and in no time at all the blouse was sliding off her shoulders and dropping to the floor. Mark sat amazed as he watched Helen run her hands over her body; fingers lingering over her breasts before moving behind and unhooking her bra. He gasped as her pert breasts, no more than a handful each, came free from the bra. He was just able to see her small but prominent nipples, and he could almost feel his tongue wrapping itself around them. A moan escaped from him as she squeezed each breast in turn before slipping a finger seductively into the waistband of her skirt.

She seemed to be almost putting on a show, shaking her head her now loose long, brown hair cascaded down her back, the light catching the copper highlights. Mark realised that unconsciously he had taken hold of his now rock-hard manhood and was slowly stroking it, he wanted this woman, and he needed her. He became filled with guilt, realising he was spying on her. Standing up, he walked over to the door as quietly as he could. As he moved closer she slipped off her skirt and stood with only sheer hold-up stockings and white knickers covering her alluring body. Taking hold of the door handle, he had just started to close the door when her voice cut through the silence.

You can come in if you like, or you can stay outside and watch the rest of the show…it’s up to you.