Worlds of Mayhem

One Silent Night by Sherrilyn Kenyon

2009-03-11T14:38:00.002-04:00

Wow, it's been some time since I last posted. So sorry. The holidays and getting back on track took much longer than I expected. In the meantime, I have had a chance to read a lot of books when my muse was being very difficult. But I'm hoping to be back on a more regular basis.

Okay, who would have thought that a book based on the enemy (bad guy) would be so intriguing and good? But then, all villains have histories, right? I was at first weary about Stryker’s book, however, I know how his life is very much attached to Ash and several other regular characters in the Dark Hunter series.

Though the story is centered on Stryker, we are also thrown into subplots that bring more information that are surprising. The greatest thing about the book (in my opinion) was seeing more of Nick. :D Yeah, Ash if my absolute favorite character, but Nick has always been my #2. I won’t spoil any surprises, but perhaps, in the long run, he and Ash won’t be enemies after all.

Okay, back to Stryker. It was nice to see that he actually has emotions and regrets in his life. And I never dreamed that there was a woman alive that held so much power over him.

Mrs. Kenyon did a wonderful job on this book. She made the reader fall for a villain, though, is he really a villain? Only the reader can decide. But she did a terrific job at bringing together enemies in a truce to save those they love.

This is a “don’t miss” book in the long running Dark Hunter series.
~Marty

One Silent Night
Sherrilyn Kenyon
Publisher: St. Martins
Format: paperback
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Available at bookstores like Barnes & Noble, Waldenbooks, Borders, Books A Million, Amazon.com, etc...

Blurb:
While the world carries on unawares, Stryker, who leads an army of demons and vampires, is plotting an all out onslaught against his enemies--which, unfortunately for us, includes the entire human race. To avenge his sister, Stryker prepares to annihilate the Dark-Hunters. But things go awry when his oldest enemy returns. Enter his ex-wife. Zephyra. Just when he thought nothing could stop him, he's now embroiled in a centuries old war with a shrew who gives new meaning to pain and a shrew who is the only woman he's ever really loved.

Slave Boy by Evangeline Anderson

2008-12-15T15:28:00.004-05:00

I’m a fan of Evangeline Anderson. Especially her gay stories. Her book, The Assignment, was the first e-book I read and fell in love with the story and inspired me to actually try writing gay fiction for publishment. So, of course, when Ms. Anderson released a new gay book, I had to get it.

I wasn’t disappointed. Though I’m not a huge sci-fi nut (I have to like the author before I read most), but I started reading without judgment. Slave boy is a hot story. It was filled with sexy scenes, BDSM elements, and some interesting characters that a reader could really hate. Let’s not forget the suspense as Haven and his novice (Light Bringer in training), Wren declare their love though it was forbidden.

This is a classic story of soulmates. How can one go wrong with that theme?
~Marty

Slave Boy
Evangeline Anderson
Publisher: Loose-Id
Genre: Gay, sci-fi/futuristic
Format: e-book
Purchase: http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=748

Blurb:
Haven is a Master of the Order of the Light--a revered sect of mediators and healers that roam the galaxy righting wrongs. Ten years ago he bought a ragged slave boy from Rigel Six and brought him to live at the Temple of Light on Radiant. As Wren's master and mentor, Haven knows the young man is off limits, so he keeps his forbidden feelings for his novice under wraps, vowing never to act on them.

Wren has been in love with his master from the moment he laid eyes on him. Haven rescued him from a life of sexual slavery and his gratitude is exceeded only by his desire for the tall, broad shouldered man he calls Master.

When the pair are sent to mediate a conflict aboard the huge Tiberion war ship, Haven discovers that he must have a pleasure slave to fulfill the local customs. Wren offers to play the part but will his role as Haven's slave boy bring back too much of his painful past? And how can Haven keep his vows of chastity when he is forced to use Wren in the most forbidden way? In a matter of life or death, both men must act on their hidden desires and hope not to lose each other forever.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, branding, dubious consent, exhibitionism, male/male sexual practices, strong violence, voyeurism.

For more information on Evangeline Anderson and her other works, visit her website -- www.evangelineanderson.com

Eight Nights by Keira Andrews

2008-12-14T16:42:00.002-05:00

Tis the season for lots of Christmas/holiday stories. I’ve got a few in my book folder and it looks like I’ll probably read them again before Christmas is actually here. (Gotta refresh my memory and make sure they are still available before I post anything here). However, I’ve had this one sitting there for some time and just hadn’t gotten around to reading. With December in full swing, tree up, decorations hung, how could I not take the time?

This is my first time reading Keira Andrews. As a fellow Loose-Id author, I knew it would be well written. I found myself very much drawn into the story. I’m not Jewish and know very little about Hanukkah, so I could relate with the main character, Lucas as he observed his roommate’s family observe many of the traditions that occur during those eight nights.

Of course, the sex between Lucas and Nate (Lucas’s college roommate’s brother) is hot. Nate had wonderful patience as Lucas explored and lost his virginity. The chemistry between the two was steaming and easy going almost right from the start.

Eight Nights has a “happy for now” ending and would love to see more of Lucas and Nate.

This is a sexy read with just the right amount of holiday to make those cold nights a little warmer. ;)
~Marty

Eight Nights
By Keira Andrews
Publisher: Loose-Id
Genre: Contemporary, Gay, Holiday themed (Festival of Lights Fling)

Blurb:
Lucas McKenzie figures spending the holidays with his annoying roommate's family is better than being alone on campus. The last thing he expects is to lust over Sam's brother -- or for Nate to actually want him back.

They hide their attraction during Hanukkah celebrations, but behind closed doors, Lucas and Nate can't keep their hands (or mouths) off each other. Nate's only looking for a bit of holiday fun, and amazing sex with a hot virgin definitely fits the bill.

Yet as the candles burn, Nate and Lucas begin to realize eight nights will never be enough.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Male/male sexual practices.

For more information on Keira Andrews and her other books, visit her website -
http://www.keiraandrews.com/index.html

Blue Ruin 2: Close To Me

2008-12-08T13:17:00.002-05:00

I’m in lust! I’m a writer of male/male erotic fiction. I love the thought/image of two (or more) gorgeous men together. Though I don’t write yaoi, I enjoy reading it. And then there’s the BDSM genre. I write it and take pleasure in reading it. This story has all the above and makes a great story.

Ms. Strauss does a wonderful job with her characters in the Blue Ruin series. How can one not lust after submissive Blue? Or his dominate partner, Derek? I’ll admit that Blue is my favorite. ;) Ms. Strauss brings in some fantastic new characters. Jodi, April, and let’s not forget Cameron…Blue’s nemesis from his school days and threat to his budding relationship with Derek.

I’m not too keen on Cameron. He’s too brash and gruff for delicate Blue. *sigh* However, having him in the plot really created a lot of conflict for Blue and Derek.

If you a superb story, make sure you check out this series.
~Marty

Blue Ruin 2: Closer To Me
By Katrina Strauss
Publisher: Loose-Id
Genre: BDSM Romantic Suspense Yaoi
Purchase: http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=707

Blurb:
Blue finds pleasure in playing pet to Derek, but is eager to pursue goals outside of their relationship. When Blue starts GED classes and expands his social circle, Derek affords him room to grow, trusting their love is enough to keep his restless pet in line.

That love is put to the test when Cameron Carter reappears in Blue's life. An abusive crush from Blue's school days, Cameron is a reformed adult now and seeks absolution for old wrongs. While Blue must find it in his heart to forgive Cameron, the greater challenge lies in keeping his unrequited desire for the former bully at bay.

Derek's torn between enforcing boundaries and allowing Blue closure to heal old wounds. Meanwhile, Cameron struggles to forgive himself for the pain he once caused the boy he secretly loved. As Cameron and Blue begin the road to recovery, the sizzling chemistry between them can no longer be ignored.

Caught between two strong-willed men, can Blue prove his loyalty to one while denying his attraction for the other, or, is it maybe just possible that Blue can have them both?

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, BDSM (including tethering, humiliation), male/male sexual situations, menage (m/m/m), strong violence.

Visit Katrina Strauss's site for more information on her other works - www.katrinastrauss.com

Raine by Elizabeth Amber

2008-12-05T14:57:00.002-05:00

I really enjoyed the first book of this series, Nicholas. From what I saw of Raine in that book I knew I’d love him…and I wasn’t wrong. Both the hero and heroine are stubborn characters, with their own secrets for their own reason. Of course it’s aggravating and I want to strangle them both, but I held in there and wasn’t disappointed.

So far, Raine is my favorite brother, but then I haven’t read Lyon yet. I’m looking forward to the type of woman who can tame that one. *wiggle eyebrows*

Oh, this is a great book, you should read it.
~Marty

Raine
By Elizabeth Amber
Publisher: Aphrodisia Kensinton
Genre: Historical, Paranormal Romance
Purchase: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other bookstores

Blurb:
AS A LOVER, HIS SKILLS ARE LEGENDARY . . .Middle brother Raine is both sensual and stoic. Scarred by a former wife who could not accept his carnal needs, he wants no part in another marriage. But duty commands that he fulfill his promise to wed King Feydon's second daughter, Jordan...

IN MATTERS OF THE HEART, HE HAS MUCH TO LEARN . . .This loyal satyr begins a search that leads him from Tuscany to romantic Venice, where his beautiful bride awaits, unaware of what passionate delights fate has planned for her. Raine is careful not to reveal his powerful satyr sexuality, for fear of driving yet another woman away. But unbeknownst to him, Jordan is no ordinary woman and was born with an insatiable appetite for love. And as Raine's heart begins to melt for her, how long will he be able to hide his true nature when Jordan seems to want him so fiercely?

Find more about Elizabeth Amber and her books at her website - www.elizabethamber.com

Wicked Hot by Charlene Teglia

2008-12-01T23:43:00.003-05:00

After discovering a Waldenbooks in a nearby mall, I’m finding that I’m reading more and more new authors. Of course, I’m elated that they carry print books from Ellora’s Cave, Samhain, and Kensington Aphrodisia. An entire section with erotic romance. :D Talk about being in hog heaven. Of course, I’ve got loads of e-books here on my computer, but being a writer, there are just days I don’t even want to look at this screen a moment longer. However, I’ve broken down and ordered me a e-book reader. It should be here next week, so I’ll be able to break this tie from my laptop and tell you about all the great books I have here.

Okay, on to my next newfound author. Charlene Teglia. The title of this book got my attetion. Wicked Hot. Oh, and the man’s torso on the cover help catch my attention too *wink* But her tag line also sealed the deal. Two immortal warriors, satisfying her every need…

Wicked Hot is enough to give any woman a wet dream. *pant* Edana, aka Beelzababe, is a succubus sent to lure the soul from a troublesome Nephilim, Eli. Instead, she ends up being bound by her target, his every order carried out, including doing the dishes. Then throw in Dal, Eli’s brother, and we’ve got the pieces for some hot, wicked sex.

And let me tell you, if you like sex, threesomes, sex, anal play/penetration, and more sex…yeah, this is the book for you.

I really enjoyed this book, however, I have one complaint. It’s written in first person, which I have no trouble with. But all through the book I kept asking “What’s going on in Eli’s head?” He was so controlled and showed such little emotion except for possessiveness toward Edana, that it personally bugged me that I didn’t have more insight. But that is just my own personal opinion on this book and my own nagging hag in my brain wanting more.

I highly recommend this book for some hours of hot fun.
~Marty

Wicked Hot
By Charlene Teglia
Publisher: St. Martins Press
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Purchase: Amazon and Borders

Blurb:
Two immortal warriors attending to her every need…The struggle between good and evil is about to get…Wicked Hot
Edana is a succubus—a breathtakingly beautiful demon who offers men their most decadent fantasy in exchange for their souls. No one can get close to her without being destroyed..until she meets Eli and Dal. Both men are Nephilim, immortal warriors who bind and banish demons. Edana’s mission is to arouse their lust and steal their souls before they can destroy her—she never expects to fall in love. Shared by two virile lovers and lost in a world of sensation, Edana begins to fall for one of the warriors, jeopardizing her mission. Only he has power to save her, but first she must give him power over her heart—and her destiny…

Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read:
Charlene Teglia has turned something old into pure gold with her unique voice and talent at characterization. I highly recommend this sensual feast to erotica lovers everywhere.” - Fallen Angel Reviews

Love's Evolution by Ally Blue

2008-11-25T14:45:00.002-05:00

I’m familiar with Ally Blue and her books as she is also part of the Slash and Burn blog which we both belong to centering on Manlove. However, I’d not gotten a chance to read any of her books. I can’t say that now.

Love’s Evolution is more than a love story. It’s as the title implies. The evolution of two lives as they meet, fall in love, and discover the ups and downs of life together. Each man growing along the way.

This book made me think back to the time when my husband and were engaged. He told me one day that I’d change. I was 21 and thought I knew anything and protested that idea. I didn’t really take his warning seriously even though he’d been married once before. After marriage, came children, and within five years I had to admit that he was correct. I’d changed. My view on life, my perspectives, and my way of thinking. It shifted from myself to the ones who were closest.

Chris and Matt’s relationship grew in a similar way. It was easy to fall for the two characters and their fun loving ways. I especially enjoyed Matt’s kinky and wild desires. It definitely pushed the heat level of this story and made it a lot of fun to read.

I fully recommend taking the journey through life’s gifts and heartaches with Chris and Matt.

~Marty

Love’s Evolution
By Ally Blue
Publisher: Samhain
Format: e-book and print
Genre: Gay romance

Purchase: Amazon, Borders, Samhain Publishig

Blurb:
Chris Tucker is a cultured and sophisticated gentleman. Matt Gallagher is a pierced and tattooed wild child. Not exactly the pair you’d expect to become a couple. But the sparks fly between them from the moment they meet, and the fire never goes out.
Through the first rush of attraction to falling in love, through jealousy and sexual experimentation and a life-threatening injury, the bond they share grows and deepens. Come along with Matt and Chris on their journey, and share their joys and heartaches, from first hello to happily ever after and everything in between.

For more information on Ally Blue and her other books, visit her website - www.allyblue.com

Nicholas by Elizabeth Amber

2008-11-11T00:25:00.002-05:00

This is my first Elizabeth Amber book and I’m hooked. Her style is smooth and I loved the creative idea behind the Lords of Satyr. The warning on the back of the book says: Warning! This is a REALLY HOT book. Uh, yeah, definitely.

The Lords of Satyr series is about three half human, half Satyr brothers who live in Tuscany, Italy. They own a large, successful vineyard, which also holds an entrance to ElseWorld. A note is delivered from the dying King ordering the three brothers to find his half human, half faerie daughters and marry them. Whether they want a wife or not.

This first book of the series focuses on Nicholas. The eldest of the Lords. He’s a dominant, arrogant, controlled man who made many women swoon. I could understand why if I ever met someone like this in person. *whew* Though I’m not sure I, personally, would want this type of man paired with me. I’ll wait until after I find more out about Raine and Lyon before picking a favorite brother. *drool*

Jane herself is a handful as she doesn’t know of her heritage and believes she’s a freak. Her only concern is to find a cure for her little sister before she comes “of age” and get them away from an overbearing aunt and their drunkard father.

Of course, Nicholas coming into the picture really changes things and ups the danger level all around. I won’t give away all that fun conflict, but this is a great book, full of great characters and suspenseful moments.

In fact, I’ve got Raine, the second book, sitting right here waiting for me to crack open. Oh, and have you seen the cover?!? H-O-T!!!

Marty

Nicholas
By Elizabeth Amber
Publisher: Aphrodisia Kensinton
Genre: Historical Erotic Paranormal Romance
Purchase: Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Borders, and other bookstores

Blurb:
The last in a fabled line of otherworldly aristocracy, the Lords of Satyr are born to wealth, power, and a talent for sensual delight that mere mortals only dream of. Commanded to marry, these passionate men will travel to Rome, Venice, and Paris—and along the way will explore desires both shamelessly wicked and blissfully divine…

HE HAD SWORN TO TAKE A PROPER WIFE. HE HADN’T BARGAINED FOR MEETING HIS MATCH…

Nicholas looks very much like what he is—a handsome, successful heir to a vineyard in Tuscany. But Nicholas is much more for he is one of the last in an ancient line of Satyr men. And the dying king of ElseWorld wants him not only to marry, but to wed one of the king’s own daughters—a half-human, half-faerie woman unaware of her heritage. Nicholas won’t shirk his duty to produce heirs to guard his race’s legacies, but he never planned to make his bride his only lover. A Satyr’s sexual hunger and sexual skills are legendary. One woman will never satisfy him.Or so Nick believes until he meets Jane. As spirited as she is fey, as beautiful as she is innocent, she is nevertheless determined to make her new husband hers alone—and she’s eager for him to teach her every deliciously carnal secret he knows.

For more on Elizabeth Amber and her books, visit her website - www.elizabethamber.com

Dark Curse by Christine Feehan

2008-10-15T22:03:00.004-04:00

I’m a big fan of Christine Feehan’s Dark series. I’ve read nearly all of them. I think there are two that I’ve still not gotten a hold of. This one didn’t disappoint. In fact, I think this one would compare to Dark Demon, which is the one book that drew me to the series.

Dark Curse focuses on one of the De La Cruz brothers, Nicolas, and Lara Calladine. A female that carries the blood of Dragonseeker, Carpathian, and Mage. The daughter of Razvan, twin brother of Natalya from Dark Demon. The chemistry between the two sparks and explodes like firecrackers.

Ms. Feehan does a wonderful job with characterization and depicted an abuse victim very well as Lara suffers flashbacks of her childhood.

If you are a fan, this is a must read as the Carpathians find the cause of why few of their children survive…let alone thrive after birth. I won’t spoil the book, but I can’t wait to see how she has the characters solve this new obsticle.

If you’ve never read any of these books, I would recommend them.
Marty

Dark Curse
By Christine Feehan
Publisher: Berkley
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Purchase: Amazon, Borders, Barnes & Noble, and other bookstores.

Blurb:
Born into a world of ice, and slave to her evil father, Lara Calladine knew only paralyzing fear as a child—and escaping with her mysterious gifts unbroken would be the only way to survive her great Carpathian heritage as a Dragonseeker. Human, yet mage, she was of the blood of three species yet belonged to none. She walked her chosen path alone, guided by the wisdom of her aunts—to blend in and let no one know of her ancestry and powers. And never trust anyone. For beyond the frozen hell of her youth was a world of even greater mysteries and dangers.

Today Lara is the leading expert in the field of ice cave study around the world and the healing microorganisms that thrive in them. She’s also in search of something else: the source of her nightmares—the cold dark corners of her childhood. Only one man has the will and the powers to help her: Nicolas De La Cruz, for whom centuries of hunting and killing have long since taken their toll. Dangerous and arrogant, he still longs to feel sensual love without the hunger for blood. Now, between Lara and Nicolas, a tenuous trust has emerged, and a passion neither has ever known before as a melody of dark promise begins.

But as each scales the treacherous land of the Carpathian in search of their past, they also harbor a secret that could save or destroy them. And as each may be desirous of a new beginning as lifemates, they are also haunted by the unknown dangers of a dark curse.

For more information on Ms. Feehan's books, visit her site: www.christinefeehan.com

Sins of the Night by Devyn Quinn

2008-10-08T23:20:00.003-04:00

I’ve had the privilege of reading a few of Ms. Quinn’s books, and I’ve been happy with every one so far. She’s got a writing style I enjoy.

Sins of the Night is definitely a darker themed story. I fell easily for Adrien and his torturous past. Though, at times I wanted to shake some sense into him and yell to get over it. But then, that’s what makes his character so attractive. *sigh*

I’ve also found why Ms. Quinn’s favorite character, Morgan Saint-Evanston, is so much fun to write. He’s a trip.*lol*

If you like dark vampire stories, this is one to read.
Marty

Sins of the Night
By Devyn Quinn
Publisher: Kensington Aphrodisia
Genre: Paranormal Romance (Vampire)

Purchase: Barnes & Noble, Kensington Books, and Amazon

Blurb:
Once, Adrien Roth was a Shadow Stalker – a hunter of vampires called the Kynn. Captured, he was forced to pay a devastating price, to become the very thing he despised. Over a century has passed since that time and Adrien’s revenge against the creatures who tainted him is almost complete.

Little does he know that his thirst for justice will turn on him.

Foiling an attempted rape, Adrien is stunned by his attraction to the would-be victim.

Cassie Wilson is a vibrant woman, obsessed with living for every moment. Though he knows better, Adrien begins to fall in love with her. But Cassie hides a terrible secret: he cancer is incurable.

When he and Cassie are captured by his enemies, Adrien is given a choice. Should he choose death for himself, or life for Cassie by making her one of the clan he’s shunned for too long?

For more information on Devyn Quinn and her books, visit her website: www.devynquinn.com

Hot Property by Carly Phillips

2008-09-22T23:10:00.002-04:00

This was my first Carly Phillips book, but not my last. The cover was what caught my attention, along with the baseball theme of the book. After I bought the book, I realized it’s part of a series. The Hot Zone series. Now, I haven’t read any of those books, but I found that I didn’t need to in order to follow the story line. Ms. Phillips did a wonderful job of introducing the characters from her other books so anyone who did as I did, knew who was who.

John Roper was a handsome and very likable character. Amy was funny and I could so relate about having to deal with a wacky family. This was a great story filled with interesting characters and it made me laugh. I’m looking forward to reading more books from Ms. Phillips.
Marty

Hot Property
By Carly Phillips
Publisher: HQN Books
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Purchase: Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and other places books are sold

Blurb:
Just one short season ago, major league center fielder John Roper had it all: the looks—and personal life—of a sports hero and the public's adoration. But this hot property's lucky streak has run out. After a World Series disaster, fans diss him, shock jocks mock him and his dysfunctional family hassles him for money he really can't spare. Now it's up to him, and Hot Zone publicist Amy Stone, to get his life back on track.

Amy finds it's easier said than done. What with the constant intrusions of his nutty family, a crazed fan playing stalker, and Roper's refusal to put his own needs first, she's starting to think that life in the fast lane isn't all it's cracked up to be. But when the two retreat to a secluded lodge, the sexy center fielder throws Amy a curveball—one she never saw coming...

For more information about Carly Phillips and her other books, visit her website: www.carlyphillips.com

Asian Spice by Dana Littlejohn

2008-09-21T18:48:00.003-04:00

How about a little cultural exchange to add to your TBR pile? Asian Spice by Dana Littlejohn gives you a wonderful glimpse in some of Japan's most famous locations while sharing a mutual fling that turns into something unexpectedly more for our hero and heroine. Taniea finds something truly sweet and spicy in Michael as she lets herself explore new possibilities in her life and sensual side. This is truly a story not to be passed by!

Stephanie

Asian Spice
by Dana Littlejohn

Publisher: Phaze

ISBN# 978-1-60659-007-2

Genre: Contemporary, Interracial (BW/AM)

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Taniea is dumped by her boyfriend for being too bold, too aggressive and too mouthy. Throwing herself into her new job she traveled to China and met Michael Shen. She convinced him that a fling while she was in his country would be time well spent for them both. Would two weeks of Taniea be too much for Michael to handle or will he leave everything he knows to have a thousand more with her?

Excerpt:

Taniea drove her car frantically along the downtown streets of small town Anna, Ohio. Screeching to a stop in front of the Chase One building, she stomped across the lobby and tapped her foot while she waited for the elevator. She reached her floor and stomped down the hall, walking right up to the cowering secretary who sat frozen watching her approach.

“Where is DeMarcus?” she demanded.

“He’s, he’s in a meeting, Ms. Onyx, but—“

She turned on her heel and headed down the hall as the rest of the secretary’s words faded behind her. Taniea listened at the different conference room doors as she walked by them, and when she heard voices she pushed the door open with a hard slam.

“DeMarcus Green, who do you think you are?” she yelled.

The stunned men at the table with DeMarcus turned to her and then back to him as he jumped to his feet.

“Taniea, what are you doing here? I’m in a meeting.”

“Yes, I can see that you’re in a meeting.” She looked across the table at the men and scoffed.

“This isn’t a meeting, this is you and your boys trying to figure out where to go for lunch,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

He smiled. “It’s still a meeting, Taniea, and you’re interrupting it.”

She waved her hand to dismiss what he said. “Who do you think you are? You leave a message on my voice mail dumping me? What kind of punk does that?” she asked with her hands on her hips.

DeMarcus looked at the men then back to Taniea. “Can we discuss this later, Taniea?” he asked in a low voice.

“No, if I wanted to discuss it later, I would have come later. I want to discuss it now.”

He sent them another look and spoke calmly. “Well, I didn’t want this type of confrontation, Taniea. That’s why I left the message.”

“You didn’t want a confrontation? You didn’t think that message would lead to a confrontation? What kind of crap is that?”

He chuckled softly and shook his head. “Okay, you know what, gentlemen, will you excuse me? It seems I have some pressing business to handle before we can continue with our meeting in peace. Go ahead to lunch; I’ll catch up with you.”

The men nodded and left as Taniea tapped her foot watching them leave, then turned back to him. “So what’s your real problem, DeMarcus? Now that you don’t have people to front in front of you can tell me the real deal.”

He smiled. “Okay, Taniea, I will. I heard you were up for that expansion project leader position at Honda,” he said and sat back down. “Is that true?”

She sat on the table and shrugged. “Yes, it’s true. It’s between me and Robert Jackson actually, but it’s all unofficial. So what.”

“I have no doubt that you will get it, Jackson isn’t a people person like you are.”

She wrapped her arms around her chest. “What’s your point, DeMarcus?”

“My point is if you get that job your income will take a major jump going north on the dollar scale. I don’t want to be in a relationship with a woman that makes more money than I do.”
She dropped her arms and her mouth fell open. “You’re not serious, are you?” she asked with a disbelieving chuckle.

“Oh, yes, I’m very serious. I have noticed in my experiences that no man wants a woman whose income is greater than his. A man should always make more money than his woman because he is the man and should be able to handle everything. If your woman makes more than you, she’ll think she’s wearing the pants in the relationship, and that’s not a relationship I would care to be in.”

She stared at him for a moment than shook her head and that disbelieving chuckle escaped her again. “Okay, let me get this straight. You dumped me because I’m up for a position that could possibly bring me more money than what you make? Is that about right?”

He nodded. “That and you are just too demanding. I simply don’t have time to give you what you want from me.”

She rubbed her temple. “So, my wanting you to date one woman at a time and spend some quality time with me so our relationship can grow was demanding? It was asking too much from you?”

He thought for a moment. “Yes, that about sums it up.” He laughed at the confused look on her face.

“So what are you saying, you thought I would stay at my current position forever? You knew I wanted more when we hooked up. Why did you pursue me in the first place if you knew I would eventually seek more money and a better position? Did you think I was so demanding then?”

“Because you’re fine, that’s why. You have a pretty face and a banging body. Every man wants a fine woman on his arm when they’re out and about, so his boys can give him props. Look, I realize you’re probably devastated over loosing me, but the bottom line is I don’t want you anymore. The ends and outs are irrelevant and so is whether you agree or disagree.”

She was stunned. “What?”

He continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “But I will give you some helpful advice because I think you’ll need it. Back down a little, you’re entirely too aggressive for a woman. No man wants a woman on the same lines as he is. Even in bed. You’re just too damn aggressive. You women say you want to be equal, but you don’t, you want your man to dominate over you. Stop trying to be the man and back it down a little.” He looked into her shocked expression and continued. “If you backed down, as fine as you are with that fine-ass body of yours, you can have any man you want. I may even consider taking you back.” He picked up the phone.

“Security, yes, can you send someone up to the main conference room on the eleventh floor? I have an unwelcome guest.” He hung up and leaned back in his chair smiling at her. “So, as you can see I’m a very busy man and I don’t have time for drama. Security will be here shortly to escort you out to the pavement.” He chuckled as he picked up his glass.

She hopped off the table and tapped the bottom of his glass before it touched his lips dumping the contents into his lap.

“Nobody wants a punk ass man who’s afraid of a strong, independent woman, anyway,” she said crisply and stomped out of the room.

Angry and confused she drove back to the Honda plant, stopped at the bathroom to freshen her tear streaked make up and drop some Visine into her eyes before going to her office with her best smile in place.

“Hi, Taniea, Mr. Barkley called to speak with you.”

She groaned. “Really? What did he want?”

He didn’t say, but he did ask that you call him when you returned from lunch.”

“That’s just great, thanks, Betty. Can you get him on the phone then transfer it to me?”

“Sure thing.”

She closed the door and sat heavily in her chair with a sputter. “Who needs him? He couldn’t kiss, anyway...slobbering and what not all over my face.”

“Taniea, Mr. Barkley is on line one,” Betty’s voice said over the speakerphone.

“Thanks, Betty.” She took a deep breath and picked up the receiver. “Hello, Mr. Barkley. How

are you today?” she asked pleasantly then paused. “That’s good, I’m fine, too. So, Betty said you wanted me to give you a call.” She paused again. “Of course, I can. I’ll be there shortly.” She put the phone back in its cradle and sat back.

“Okay, let’s see if this day can be recovered or if it goes down in history as my worst work day ever,” she muttered as she left her office. “Betty, I’m going upstairs to have an impromptu with Mr. Bradley. I don’t know how long it will take so just hold the fort until I return. If it goes badly you’ll see me sailing past the window at ninety miles per hour. I’m having one of those days.”

Betty chuckled nodding as her boss left. Taniea took the elevator to the third floor. The employees called it Suit Row because all executives had their offices on the third floor. As she went down the hall to Mr. Bradley’s office, she saw Robert Johnson coming toward her.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Taniea Onyx...the competition,” he said with the biggest grin she’d ever seen.

She stopped in front of him and gave him her best practiced smile. “Hello, Robert, how are you? Did you have a meeting with Mr. Bradley, too?”

“As a matter of fact I did. It went very well, too. It seems he’s found the man for the position as manager over the expansion project that he wanted.”

She kept her gaze steady concentrating on keeping her smile in place and not letting her jaw drop, then she realized he was waiting for her to say something and forced the corners of her mouth higher.

“Oh, well, that’s great, Robert, congratulations.”

His smile seemed to widen too. “Yes, well, thank you, Taniea. I guess the best man won after all.

So, you’re about to have a meeting with Mr. Bradley, huh?” He watched her nod blankly and wrapped his arms around his chest. “What do you think your meeting will be about?”

Her smile faded and she twisted her lips, but took a deep breath before answering him. “I don’t know, Robert. Why not get out of my way so I can find out.”

“Of course, of course, but you be sure to let me know when you find out,” he said with a flip of his hand and continued down the hall laughing.

Taniea rolled her eyes. “Jerk.” She continued down the hall shaking off Robert’s comments before knocking on Mr. Bradley’s door.

“Yes, come in!”

Mr. Bradley was an older man, large and intimidating in appearance. He was at his desk with his glasses low on his nose going over a folder when Taniea poked her head in.

“Hi, Mr. Bradley, it’s Taniea.”

He smiled. “Yes, yes, please come in, Taniea.”

She closed the door behind her and sat in the chair in front of his desk. “So, what’s this little meeting about, Mr. Bradley?”

He removed his glasses and closed the folder. “Taniea, I’ll come right to the point. You probably have heard the rumors that you and Johnson were the lead candidates for the supervisor position on the expansion project.”

“Yes, sir, I heard about that,” she replied shifting in her chair.

“Yes and I’m guessing from your demeanor that you passed Johnson in the hall and he couldn’t wait to tell you that I offered that position to him. Am I right?”

She shifted again. “Yes sir, he did mention that bit of information. So what is this, my official let me down easy session? Sorry you weren’t chosen, but we picked the better man for the job or a man for the job?” she said with a snappy edge to her voice.

Mr. Bradley smiled. “Absolutely not. The reason I gave that job to Johnson is because I didn’t think he could handle the job I’m about to offer you.”

She stopped avoiding his gaze and her head swung back to him. “Excuse me?”

He chuckled. “Honda has chosen to open a new plant in Greenburg, Indiana. It was announced just recently. This plant has been asked to supply them with a competent person to help open the new site, get the training started and eventually assist the lead trainer train all other employees.”

She listened to him explain the job to her and though she had questions for him, her brain and her mouth seemed to have lost their connection.

“We’re not the only plant supplying personnel, of course. Other plants will be asking their staff if they’d like to relocate, too. Someone from the main plant in China will be relocating over here as well to work at the plant as the other trainer. That’s the position I want you to take, Taniea, trainer. You and the person from China will be doing the training for all of the employees together. This way we have someone representing both countries running the plant. You will have to go to China and train for two weeks, at Honda’s expense, of course.”

With minimal connection returning to her brain she could only nod as he spoke.

He chuckled and continued. “With this new position you would be required to relocate to Indiana directly after the training in China is over. Do you understand?”

The partial connection gained potential as what he was saying to her started to sink in, but all she could manage to get out was, “Uh-huh.”

“It would mean a promotion to Plant Trainer and a considerable raise, of course. In fact, it pays more money than the expansion supervisor position does because of the relocation,” he added with a wink.

Suddenly full cooperation was restored to the connection between her mouth and brain and she sat straight up in her chair.

“Wait a minute. Let me see if I understand what you’re asking of me. This position would mean I leave Anna and live in Indiana?” She watched him nod. “Okay, but before I do all that I first have to go to China for two weeks to train and they pay for all that?”

“Yes, but acceptance of this position would also mean several other trips to China during the year, at least four, to keep the plant employees updated on any changes that they may have in their policies.”

She eased back in her chair. “Hmm...”

“I’m aware that taking this position would be a life altering decision. I can give you some time to think---“

“I’ll take it.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ll take it. I accept your offer.”

“Taniea, wait, maybe you should take a little time to think it over. Why not sleep on it or perhaps discuss it with your family, significant other or—“

She laughed. “Mr. Bradley, there is no significant other and the only family I have is my parents, and they’re in Florida. Flying to them from Indiana won’t be any different than flying to them from Ohio.”

He chuckled. “Well, that is true.”

“Besides Mr. Bradley, I’ve been here all my life and even though I like my job this is the chance to go for something new and believe me, I’m due for a change.”

“Excellent!” He opened his top draw and pulled out a folder sliding it across the desk to her.

“Here is some information you will need about the job, some other stuff you will need to

once you’re in China and also some information for you to help you to relocate more quickly. Since you agreed so quickly, I can call them and have the training set up to start next week. You leave in three days.”

“Three days?”

He smiled. “Yes, I was going to give you those three days to think it over, but you sound like you’re ready to start a new life. Three days is enough time for you to get your affairs in order, isn’t it?”

She flipped through the folder and smiled. “Three days is plenty of time.” She stood and extended her hand as her smile expanded. “Thank you, Mr. Bradley, for everything.”

“You’re very welcome, Taniea, and good luck. My secretary will contact you at week’s end with everything you’ll need to leave.”

Taniea floated back to her office to give Betty the good news and get her to work on relocating her. She sat in her chair heavily for the second time in one day, but this time her mood was the opposite as she spun around in circles laughing.

Review:

I enjoyed reading this story. It made me to want to read more about Taniea and Michael's relationship and how their cultural differences endured through the years.~ 5 HEARTS!
Margo Arthur, The Romance Studio

Lover Enshrined by JR Ward

2008-09-16T23:56:00.005-04:00

From the first book of this series, Dark Lover, I was hooked and have eagerly waited for each book released. I’m a fan of Christine Feehan and Sherrilyn Kenyon’s vampire series and was expecting something very similar to it. I’m glad I was wrong. The world Ward has created for this series is intriguing and I can easily picture each place described. The author also goes very deep into the character’s tortured personalities. I also love the fact that she also pays attention to all the other characters and subplots as well. And, the author just loves leaving the reader with cliff hangers at the end of a chapter.

Lover Enshrined is full of emotion and action. Ward delves deep into the life of a drug addict and rape victim. One character also faces the fact that he’s gay. Some harsh realities of what these people face are brought to life. There are spots in the book that are hard to get through, but I applaud Ward for writing it.
Marty

Lover Enshrined
By J.R. Ward
Publisher: Signet Eclipse
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: Book six of The Black Dagger Brotherhood

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Blurb:
Fiercely loyal to the Black Dagger Brotherhood, Phury has sacrificed himself for the good of the race, becoming the male responsible for keeping the Brotherhood's bloodlines alive. As Primale of the Chosen, he is to father the sons and daughters who will ensure that the traditions of the race survive and that there are warriors to fight those who want all vampires extinguished. As his first mate, the Chosen Cormia wants to win not only his body but his heart for herself- she sees the emotionally scarred male behind all his noble responsibility. But while the war with the Lessening Society grows more grim, and tragedy looms over the Brotherhood's mansion, Phury must decide between duty and love.

For more information on J.R. Ward, visit her website: http://www.jrward.com/

Nothing But Trouble by Jamie Hill

2008-08-31T11:12:00.007-04:00

This story came to me at a difficult time in my life. Part of the situations mirrored my own life so closely that it was difficult to keep my mind straight on the editing. The emotions from the writing were beautiful yet heartbreaking to read, as I too had to watch my mother rapidly succumb to cancer. But I forged ahead and I'm so happy I did. Seeing Adrian and Graham come to terms and struggle with their love and eventual relationship was a thrill. Ms. Hill has written another exquisite short story for us to enjoy.

Stephanie

Nothing But Trouble
by Jamie Hill

Publisher: Phaze

ISBN#978-1-59426-512-9

Genre: m/m, contemparary

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Adrian Scott doesn't expect to fall in love with his employer after spending one night with him. Graham Elliott is handsome and exciting, a very wealthy man, not in Adrian 's league. But their night together was intoxicating, and Adrian can't shake the thought of making a life with this older man. As per their arrangement, they have two more nights together. Will that be enough time to convince his boss they belong together, or will the deal prove to be nothing but trouble?

Excerpt:

“I want you to spend the night with me. I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars.”

Adrian Scott blinked, wondering if his employer was serious. He’d never heard of such an offer, except in the movies. “Excuse me?”

“Do you really need me to repeat myself, or are you simply mulling my proposal over?” The man’s bright blue eyes twinkled. He always seemed to have a spark of mischief about him, along with a genuine smile that he displayed often. Today was no different. He seemed amused by Adrian’s reaction to his shocking statement.

Adrian had always found the man attractive, but never let his thoughts go past that. He ignored the thick, wavy blond hair, and handsome, chiseled face. The muscular physique of the man’s body looked like it belonged to someone in his twenties, rather than forties, making it hard to ignore. But Graham Elliott was not only his boss; he was also a very wealthy man. Way out of my league. Elliott owned the Las Vegas casino where Adrian worked as a waiter and sometimes bartender.

Tending bar was more prestigious and paid better, but nothing could beat the tips waiters made on busy nights. He’d pocketed several hundred dollars on many occasions. To Adrian, it was all about the money.

“What about Celina?” He was curious how Elliott’s live-in girlfriend might feel about the proposed arrangement. A stacked beauty— she had flowing red hair, tits out to there—and was a fixture around the casino. She and Elliott shared the penthouse apartment, which by all accounts was one incredible showplace. Adrian wouldn’t know; the man’s grand office was the closest he’d ever gotten to his employer.

Elliott flexed his fingers. “Celina and I have an understanding. I don’t worry about how much she spends on her daily shopping sprees, and she doesn’t worry if I don’t come home at night. I keep a suite on the floor below the penthouse for, shall we say, special occasions.”

Heat flushed through Adrian’s body. He knew his face was probably bright red. Even with the year-round tan afforded him by the strong Nevada sun; he blushed like an idiot when embarrassed. “Is that what I am? A special occasion?”

“I hope so. I’ve been watching you, Adrian. I like the way you look in the tight, black pants you wear to work. Makes me very interested to find out what lies beneath.”

His mind raced. He wasn’t seeing anyone, so that wouldn’t be a problem. But he really liked his job, and worried that if things didn’t go right, he might suddenly find himself out of work. “I’m concerned this could interfere with my job.”

“If you say no? Of course it won’t. All I ask is your discretion. Keep quiet, and things go on as usual. If I discover you’ve told anyone about our conversation, you’ll certainly be let go.”

It occurred to Adrian, he’d never considered saying no. “And if I say yes?”

A slow smile spread across Elliott’s face. “Nothing that happens between us will put your job in jeopardy. Again, all I ask is discretion—and a blood test. Hate to be crass, but I need to see the paperwork from a test done on today’s date, or after. I’ll provide you the same courtesy.”

Adrian looked him in the eye. “And fifty thousand dollars.”

The man’s eyebrows rose.

“For two nights. Eight at night to eight in the morning, I’m all yours.”

Squinting before he nodded, Elliott added, “I’ll accept those terms, in part. Make it three nights, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

Adrian stood. “Agreed.” He extended his hand.

Graham Elliott took his time rising and reaching out to shake. His hand was warm, his grip firm.
The man squeezed his fingers, making a tingle zip down Adrian’s spine. He imagined those strong hands caressing other parts of his body. It was enough to harden his cock, right there in the office. He tried to speak, but his mouth was dry.

Releasing his grasp, Elliott reached for a business card. “Call me when you’ve got the paperwork. We’ll arrange a date to meet.”

“I will.” He tucked the card into his pocket. “Thank you, sir.”

With another nod and a very quick wink, Elliott turned and walked out the back door.

Adrian glanced around the office, taking a moment to compose himself before returning to the casino floor. Who would have thought it? Graham Elliott was gay—or perhaps bisexual, if he’d sampled the wares Celina flaunted around the bar and gaming tables. It was an incredible turn of events. And perhaps the most amazing stroke of luck he’d ever encountered.

* * * *

There was an inexpensive clinic near the Vegas strip where Adrian had his blood tested regularly. He didn’t mind doing it again for Elliott, actually thought it was a pretty astute request. He’d still ask for condoms, but since the boss was paying, he wasn’t sure how much control he’d have over the situation.

Dressing for their ‘date’, the whole thing felt surreal. It had taken two days for the test results, another five before Elliott had the time to schedule him in. Adrian wasn’t sure if he felt more like a whore, or a piece of meat. Either way, he’d get over it. He’d never sold his body before, but fifty thousand dollars was a lot of money. First time for everything.

Showering and dressing carefully, he poured himself into the tightest black slacks he owned and a crisp white shirt with the casino logo on the chest. He didn’t have to dress as if he were going to work, but it felt like he was. Besides, he could explain his presence there more easily if he looked like he was working.

After shampooing, his thick black hair sprang into tight ringlets. Adrian had always liked his curls, and in high school, discovered the girls liked them, too. Trouble was, that was about the same time he realized he didn’t like girls. Guys wearing tight skivvies in the locker room turned him on, and he had to be careful not to show it.

Running gel through his hair, he let it dry naturally. Satisfied with his appearance, he took a moment to phone his mother before leaving. He tried to check in with her every day, and felt guilty cutting the call short. It was seven-thirty, and it’d take fifteen minutes to walk to the casino. There were times he wished he had a car, but he usually enjoyed walking. He was glad not to have many expenses. His tiny room in the run-down boarding house was evidence of that.

Walking toward the strip, he allowed his mind to wander about how he’d like to spend fifty thousand dollars. A nice apartment with clean hallways and plenty of hot water topped his list. A sporty Harley Davidson motorcycle would be great transportation in the city that never slept. Both were fantasies. The money was already spent. He had no illusions about that.

He spotted the Graham’s Aces casino a block away. The sheer magnitude of the building sent a chill through him, as it always did whenever he paused long enough to admire it. Imagine having enough money to own that. It was mind boggling, and rather than dwell on his miserable lot in life, he walked on.

As instructed, he found Elliott’s assistant, who would take him up in the hotel’s private elevator. He’d seen Carmen Gray around the casino; a blonde knockout like her was hard to miss. She’d always seemed efficient, right there on top of Elliott’s business needs. He’d wondered once if that was the only thing she was on top of. He chuckled now at the misconception. Perhaps she was there purposely, another cog in Elliott’s wheel of deception.

She greeted him pleasantly, but skipped the small talk as the elevator ascended. Adrian longed to ask her how many other men she’d escorted to the private suite, but thought better of it. She wouldn’t tell him, and he really didn’t want to know.

“First door on your left,” she instructed, when the lift glided to a stop.

“Thank you.” He stepped out, and the doors started to close between them.

“Have a nice evening,” she said softly, before disappearing.

“You too.” It was meaningless, she was gone. His nerves jangled, and he stood there staring, as if she might come back.

Several minutes passed before he moved. His watch read eight p.m., it was time to knock. Two sharp raps on the door she’d pointed out, and then Adrian waited. His heart thumped so loudly, he hoped people on other floors couldn’t hear it.

Graham Elliott opened the door wearing a deep blue silk robe. “Good evening. Come in.”

“Thank you. Hope I’m not late.” He stepped into the suite, and the man closed the door behind him.

“Right on time. I was opening a bottle of wine. I thought perhaps we could enjoy it in the hot tub.”

“Allow me.” Adrian moved to the bar, slipping in behind, where he felt more at ease. He picked up the smoky-colored bottle. “A very nice vintage.”

“I like it. Hopefully, you will, too.”

He worked the cork loose, setting it aside. Pouring the red liquid into two glasses, he put the bottle down, and looked up. “I’m sure it’ll be great.”

Elliott chuckled. “Why do I think we’re not talking about wine anymore? You look so nervous, Adrian. Relax. I’m not into anything kinky.”

His heart skipped a beat and he knew his eyes widened. How naive was that? That idea hadn’t entered his mind. He’d never done anything kinky, ever. It would have been one hell of a surprise if Elliott liked whips and chains, or something equally unusual. “That’s a relief.”

“I’m sorry. We should have talked specifics—”

“Not necessary.” He shook his head. “Oh, this is for you.” Adrian pulled the blood test results from his pocket and handed the paper over.

“Thanks. Here’s mine.” Elliott reached into his robe, retrieving a similar slip. “I’m assuming we’re all good.” He pocketed Adrian’s paper without looking at it.

“We are.” He did the same with his employer’s results. Not looking at it seemed like a sign of trust, one he didn’t want to breech. Picking up the two glasses, he looked in the man’s eyes.

“Where shall I take these?”

“The hot tub is on the balcony.” He led the way through a large living area, decorated in the hotel colors of maroon, black and white.

It was more spacious than Adrian’s whole apartment. He found it rather gaudy for such an obviously expensive suite. The hotel didn’t want people spending time in their rooms, though. The casino was where they made their money. “This is amazing,” he said politely, as they passed into the large bedroom.

“It’s okay. Sometimes I get tired of seeing the same colors every day. A little purple might be nice. Vivid splashes of orange here and there.” He stepped through a double set of sliding glass doors, onto a large balcony off the bedroom. A roomy hot tub was waiting for them, water steaming and bubbling. The tub looked big enough for six people, or two who wanted to spread out. It had thick, padded rails. Adrian smiled at the man’s words.

Setting the wine glasses on the edge of the tub, he turned to Elliott. “You’re going to love this.” Holding the man’s gaze, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.

“I already do.”

“Hang on.” Kicking off his shoes and socks, he unfastened his slacks and lowered them.
Elliott blinked, and burst into laughter.

“Not the reaction I usually hope for, but this time it’s okay.” Adrian glanced down at his purple and orange briefs. He looked back up at his boss, a grin on his face.

“That’s priceless. I guess it goes to show, I almost always get what I want.”

“Almost?” Adrian looked at the man.

Elliott stared back, a lustful expression on his face. “Never say never, or always. But, I do know—I’m getting what I want tonight.” His gaze dropped to Adrian’s briefs, and stayed there.
Blatant desire in the older man’s eyes caused his cock to stir. It’d been a long time since anyone had looked at him so hungrily. The thought aroused him, and his briefs tented uncomfortably. “These are getting pretty tight. I should probably take them off.”

“Please do.” He watched Adrian lower the garment, kicking it away. Satisfaction gleamed in the man’s eyes as he examined the erection that sprang up before him. “Very nice. Better than I’d imagined.”

Adrian stepped into the warm water. “You’ve imagined what I looked like naked?” The thought surprised him.

Elliott chuckled. “Don’t look so shocked. I’ve had my eye on you for quite some time.” He peeled off his robe and sank into the hot tub.

Catching a quick peek of tanned torso and thick cock, Adrian raised his eyebrows. “Interesting.” He’d had no idea his employer thought about him that way. It was disconcerting, but flattering, in a slightly creepy way. He reached for the wine glasses, handing one to Elliott.

“Thanks.” He raised his glass in the air. “I always like to toast to…possibilities.”

Adrian tapped his glass against the other. “To possibilities.” He sipped, allowing the wine to pool in his mouth a moment before swallowing. “Very nice.”

“I’m glad you approve. So, Adrian, tell me about yourself. Where are you from?”

“I grew up in southern California. My parents and I moved here when I was in sixth grade. My father had always wanted to deal blackjack. He worked as a dealer for ten years, before he died.”

“I’m so sorry.” Elliott watched his face as he spoke. “How did he die?”

“Lung cancer. Back in the day, no one minded smoking in the casinos. When my father wasn’t smoking on his break, he was inhaling fumes in the gaming room while he worked. Not sure his lungs would have recognized fresh air.”

“I remember those days. I smoked for a few years, myself. Now, I can’t stand the odor.”
“I hear you.” Adrian tossed back the last of his wine.

“So what about your mother? How is she getting along? Does she work?”

“Mr. Elliott, I’m not that comfortable talking about my family. Besides, I don’t think you brought me here for small talk.”

Elliott shrugged slightly, then nodded. He finished his wine and set the glass aside. “Just making polite conversation.”

Adrian looked him in the eye. “I’m simply telling you, you don’t have to. Be polite, that is.”
“Whatever you say.” With a shrug, the man was on him, pressing his shoulders back against the edge of the tub. His mouth found Adrian’s and both opened at the same time, tongues darting, tasting.

Adrian groaned as the kiss deepened. He couldn’t move his hands so he thrust his hips forward, cock rubbing against the other man’s leg.

“Oh, yeah,” Elliott murmured as he took a breath. “As luscious as these lips are, there’s something else I’ve been dying to taste.” He pressed his leg into Adrian’s groin.

“Whatever you desire,” Adrian replied breathily.

Elliott’s mouth moved lower, tracing a wet path down the jaw to his neck. “It’s a good thing we have all night, then. Because I desire you, Adrian. All of you.”

Elliott suckled one of his flat nipples, sending a shiver down his spine. All night sounded good to him, too. The man grazed the wizened nub with his teeth, moving to the other side, forcing Adrian to inhale sharply. “I’m, uh, open to possibilities.”

Elliott chuckled, nuzzling his way down Adrian’s flat stomach. “If you’re not, I think you will be when I’m done here.” Stopping a moment to reposition Adrian’s legs, the older man raised him up so he floated on the top of the water. Elliott knelt and supported Adrian’s hips, so he had clear access to the flagpole of an erection sticking out of the water. “Oh, my,” he murmured, burying his nose in the coarse, dark pubic patch before touching anything else.

Adrian squirmed. The man obviously knew his way around a cock. His was rock hard and oozing pre-cum by the time Elliott finished teasing the surrounding area. “Please.”

“Mmm…please, what?” He sucked Adrian’s puckered ball sac into his mouth, rolling the orbs between his cheeks and tongue.

“Suck my cock.” Adrian could barely utter the words. The warm mouth felt so heavenly, he feared he might come the minute his rod finally received some attention. The teasing was torture; the outcome would undoubtedly be sheer bliss.

“Anxious, boy?” Elliott let his nose nudge the pulsing staff. “Mmm, you’re throbbing already. Tell me, Adrian, what’s your pleasure? Would you prefer to stick this gorgeous cock in my ass and fuck me with all your might? Or do you like to be on the receiving end? I’ve got ten inches I could ram into your sexy little hole and fuck you senseless.”

Another drop of sticky white seed pooled in the slit of his cock. Elliott’s tongue flicked out like a serpent and devoured it. Adrian gasped. “Oh, Jesus. I want both, sir.”

Reviews:

NOTHING BUT TROUBLE is a wonderfully sensual m/m romance. Jamie Hill really nailed all the emotions of the characters and kept me feeling like I was actually living their story. Adrian and Graham were so real to me. The romance is totally heartfelt, it has a very emotional story line, the sex scenes are divine and I was left with a feeling of utter completion after finishing this story. ~ Amanda, Dark Angel Review, 5 DAR Pixies

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Throw two men together like Adrian and Graham and you get a very hot story. Jamie Hill puts a very different spin on the classic office romance story...Once you pick it up you won’t want it to end and you’ll only want to read more. ~April, Fallen Angel Reviews, 4 FAR Angels!

Cold Fire by Nicole Gestalt

2008-07-21T17:08:00.003-04:00

Running for your life can lead to some interesting situations...just ask Alice. This Alice has nothing on the Alice of Wonderland that's for sure. Running for her life, Alice attracts the attention of someone very special, so special in fact he saves her from the hoards of dogs and men wanting to punish her for disobeying their lord. Only in the end they end up saving each other from the different circumstances of their lives.

This is a Terrific story that will take you away for a quick trip across the universe in just a matter of hours. Kevalan found his mate when he wasn't looking, let him show you how to look for the unexpected.

Stephanie

Cold Fire

by Nicole Gestalt

Publisher: Phaze

ISBN #978-1-59426-828-1

Genre: Fantasy

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In his ice palace Kevalan spends his time visiting different planes bringing cold and ice at certain times of the year. On a brief visit to one he rescues a young woman. He carries her to his palace for her safety all the while worried about his feelings for her. He only has one night on this world is it enough to form a strong enough bond, and why does she look upon him so fearfully?

Excerpt:

The trail ahead was dark. Now that she was in the forest, she could no longer see the ground in front of her. Stumbling, she fell, her foot catching on a tree root. Crying out in pain, Alice forced herself to get back up and continue to run. In the distance dogs barked, and she could hear the sounds of her pursuers breaking through the undergrowth.

Straining to breathe, Alice ran on, stumbling at almost every step. Moving through the forest was hard going, every movement causing sharp pains to shoot through her bare feet. Sweat dripped into her eyes, making them sting and her vision blur. Wiping it away didn’t help, yet she kept on running.

Alice had no idea how much time had passed as she ran, nor in which direction she was headed. It was a moment before she noticed that the forest in front of her was beginning to thin and grow lighter. Running towards the area, she felt the earth underfoot quickly become wet and soft, then grow hard and bitterly cold. She began to lose all feeling in her feet as they pounded against soil that steadily became frozen the further she ran. The dogs sounded closer and she heard the men shouting. Turning, she caught a glimpse of their torches before her foot caught on an unseen obstacle, twisting underneath her. She hit the forest floor hard. Pain shot through her foot and up her leg, as she clawed at the remains of the fallen leaves, writhing in the cold. She rolled over to face the men as their shadowy forms moved through the trees towards her.

The dogs burst out of the surrounding trees, closely followed by the men. The burning torches lit their faces, twisted with hate and bitterness. Using her good leg, she pushed herself backward and continued to crawl slowly onward. Her heart raced, and she knew it was all going to be over soon. One of the men moved closer, barely holding his dog back, allowing it to bark and growl at her face. The beast’s saliva dripped onto her shoulder and she flinched away as it snarled at her. Alice closed her eyes as the rest of the men approached, not wanting them to see the fear that glimmered there in her unshed tears.

The dogs’ barks echoed, making them seem to be everywhere at once, and Alice waited for what was to come. She wasn’t sure how long she sat, nor could she say when everything went still, only that she slowly became aware that she was encircled by a deathly silence. Sitting still, the only noise Alice could hear was her heart beating. A shiver ran through her, and when she dared to breathe in, the air was icy cold. She felt chilled to the bone, and as Alice listened nervously, trying to hear anything, she thought she caught the sound of a gentle tinkle that reminded her of watching the frost forming on her windows in the dead of winter. The ground around her froze and grew icy under her fingertips. Alice couldn’t say what it was, but something didn’t feel quite natural about the whole situation. Scared, she blindly tried to back away from the peculiar noise, but as she began to move her hands slipped and she fell, causing her head to connect with the frozen ground. The last thing she heard as she slipped into unconsciousness was the tinkling growing deafeningly loud.

* * * *

Kevalan heard the commotion before he could see it. He waited, hidden by the foliage, as a panicked woman fell through the trees closely followed by a pack of baying hounds and many men. He knew of the village that they had come from, but it was the first time he had seen any of the people in many years. Anger filled him as he watched them chase the woman. When she fell, the men and their dogs quickly surrounded her. Only then did he step forward from the shadows. He gained a small amount of satisfaction at the fear and panic that flashed briefly across the men’s faces. As one, they all turned and ran, their hounds following closely behind, though it seemed more out of obedience than fear. Once they had gone Kevalan turned his attention to the young woman, now unconscious on the ground. He picked her up, noticing her blood-coated feet and the scratches covering her body. She weighed almost nothing in his arms and carried her easily as he carefully walked back to his home.

Over the years, many visitors had taken up brief periods of residence at his palace, but never anyone he had had to rescue. As Kevalan took her to one of the guest bedrooms, he wondered why she was running. Her clothes seemed nothing but rags, and readily fell apart at his touch. Laying the young woman down, he moved to clean her wounds and then gently bound them with soft cloth. Her skin was slightly tanned, and she had the look of someone who had worked outside her whole life, although she was painfully thin.

Kevalan looked upon her. He had pulled the covers up over her so she wouldn’t get cold. Hopefully she would wake after receiving the rest she apparently needed. However, as he gazed at her, he felt a stirring deep inside.

Kevalan was an immortal being. His task, since time immemorial, was to travel to different planes, bringing the ice and snow that the worlds needed. The plane he was currently on, he visited only once a year, at their winter solstice. He kept to himself, and although occasionally village elders would attend a meeting with him to discuss a problem they were having. In more recent years, with magic fading, this had become an increasingly rare occurrence. Most of the people he met were in fear of him, or thought he would do them harm in some way. Now, as he watched the woman sleep, he felt a longing to be touched, a need for companionship and a fear that he would once more be left alone.

Filled with the urge to lay down with her and keep her safe, but frightened at the thought of scaring her and being left alone once more, Kevalan left the room. He walked around the palace for a time, unable to get the image of the woman out of his mind. He found everything about her tantalising; when he had picked her up she had smelt of the trees, her warm body had caused tingles to run through his own, her breasts had pushed up against him, causing his body to react to her closeness. Without realising it, Kevalan found that he had stopped just inside one of the central rooms in the palace. The walls were lined with mirrors through which any and every room could be seen, heard, and even scents smelt at will. Kevalan wasn’t sure of the purpose of this room exactly, just that it had always been this way. He rarely entered this room since he was on his own and it only served to remind him of that loneliness. However, now, as he looked over the mirrors, he located the one that portrayed her room and his heart leapt at seeing her.

At the furthest point from the mirror he could see her sleeping form. She had obviously been moving in her sleep; the covers had slipped a little from her body and he could just make out the gentle curve of her soft breasts. He could just smell the trees and her own warm scent as if he was still holding her. He wanted to kiss her ruby red lips, to take away the pain from her injuries and to hold her in his arms before lying her down and making love to her.

Visions of her naked body swam in front of him. Their bodies entwined as he pushed his cock deep inside her. Unconsciously, his hand had slipped into his breeches and he had taken hold of himself, as the images consumed his mind he began to move his hand up and down, pumping it faster.

She screamed out his name as they made love, raked his back with her nails and thrust her breasts up for him to suckle. Keeping her in his tight embrace, he pushed himself deeper into her; with each thrust, their passions overriding anything else, forcing them to act solely on their desires and physical needs. He kissed her passionately as he exploded inside of her, his body tensing before they collapsed and held one another lovingly on the bed.

Kevalan let out a cry of pleasure as he came, then a swift wave of guilt at losing control and playing with himself to her image flooded through him. Still, he stood for a short while, looking at the mirror. His eyes prickled with tears as he thought of her leaving. He knew it was strange to see her as part of the palace ,since she had been unconscious and hadn’t even seen him, but he hoped perhaps she would stay. There was just something about her that made him feel complete and he knew that he would feel more acutely alone if she left.

He wanted to be there when she woke up, to try to explain how it was that she came to be in a palace of ice. Once he had sorted himself out, he swiftly made his way to her room.

An Arrangement Among Gentlemen by Jennifer Mueller

2008-07-13T17:56:00.004-04:00

Looking for a hot little adventure? Perhaps with a historical twist? How about something with a flair of the dramatic of an arranged marriage? Upon the death of her father, our heroine learns he has arranged a marriage with the son of an old friend. Said son has recently returned from the horrors that is WWII and selling his fair share of wild oats along the way. His father agrees to the arragement thinking his son needs a stable influence in his life. Needless to say when Olivia arrives neither are getting what they expected!

If you're looking for a quick read with a different look at the past this is the story for you! The details and characters are written wonderfully and take you along for a fun ride.

Stephanie

An Arrangement Among Gentlemen
by Jennifer Mueller

publisher: Phaze

ISBN #978-1-60659-004-1

Genre: Historical, Erotic

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Left with just enough to make the trip after her father dies Olivia travels across a dangerous ocean during WW1 to marry a man she never met. Even worse, Cort was never told until the morning they went to go pick her up at the train station that an arrangement has been made. Now the entire family seems to be trying to keep her from even talking to the man they want her to marry while a younger brother just wants her for himself. All that changes when a blizzard traps them together with no family to interfere. With a childhood accident leaving Olivia to walk with a cane she finds Cort has no problems with her scars but his own black past. Then it's time for them to make an arrangement of their own.

Excerpt:

Late in the winter of 1916, a train rolled to a stop in the snowbound rail station in the middle of Alberta, Canada. The station was small, but of picturesque brick with a slate roof. Two men in heavy wool shirts and pants and thick fur coats stood waiting for the train. They looked nervous. No, on second thought, one looked nervous. The other looked furious.

"Please, Miss Olivia, let me help you down the steps?" The porter asked after several people had disembarked. The two men perked up at the name and watched as she took the porter's arm. The younger man watched not her face, but the foot that emerged from under the skirt that was lifted for descent. Once down the stairs, the porter handed her a stout silver-capped walking stick. Both men could only stare. Olivia had thick black hair and dark eyes that made her pale skin stand out. Under a full-length seal coat, she was dressed in the latest fashion.

The men walked over to the train. "Olivia Thatcher?"

She raised her eyes. They weren't black as they first thought, but a deep blue-gray that reminded them of a horrendous storm over the mountains. It didn't bode well for the present situation.

"Yes."

The older of the two men walked forward and offered his hand. "I'm George Garrett and this is my son, Cort. I'm glad you could make it in this weather."

"Funerals make no plans concerning the weather."

"I'm sure you won't find my son so much trouble we need to worry about funerals."

Her eyes flickered annoyance, and the storm in them grew. "I'm rather surprised, seeing as you arranged this fiasco that you wouldn't consider my being here as proof that my father died last month. I won't have his death thought of so lightly. Martin, could you show Mr. Garrett where my things are?"

George could only stare in disbelief at the way she had spoken to him.

"Of course, Miss Olivia. Come with me, Mr. Garrett. I'll have you out of here right away," the porter answered.

She was alone with Cort as they rounded the building. Olivia began to walk away to get some exercise after being on the train for so long. She had made it only a few feet before she began to fall. A strong arm caught her easily. She looked over and saw Cort clearly for the first time through her anger. He had longer, sun-streaked light brown hair, and a hint of stubble on a rugged and quite handsome face. He was tan and staring at her with bright green eyes. Olivia suddenly felt very uncomfortable with the position she found herself in and tried to pull away from him.

"Careful. This snow is slick if you're not used to it," Cort warned.

"It's not the snow. I suppose my father forgot to write that this stick isn't just for show. Not being able to walk much the last few days has made it worse than normal."

Cort ignored her attempts at leaving his side and slipped her arm in his to keep her from falling again. "We'd best walk a bit then. The ranch is another three hours by car in this weather." There was a strained silence as they made their way down the station platform.

Olivia opened her mouth several times to say something, but she finally had to force it out. "I'm going to get this out of the way now. If I don't meet your expectations, tell me now, and I'll head home, consider this a tour of your beautiful country, and inconvenience you no further. I have no intentions making either of us miserable with this blasted arrangement."

Cort started to smile, and Olivia's heart caught in her throat as she waited for an answer. That smile was disconcerting. He was either smiling because he approved or because he was glad she gave him an out. He stopped walking and turned to her. His hand gently traced her cheek, the calluses of his hands rough against her skin. Then he kissed her cheek gently in welcome.

"If you're worried about my expectations, never fear. You've already greatly exceeded them."

"And, if I remember the letter I read, all that means is I have a pulse and some semblance of looks," she snapped, annoyed. She was not one to be won over so easily, despite his looks. Or maybe it was that her heart betrayed her and pounded furiously in her chest. She only hoped he couldn't tell her voice had become huskier since his kiss, peck on the cheek that it was.

There was only that smile again. "My father did me a great injustice then, as he never met any of my women. Their semblance was anything but vague, and their pulses quite rapid." His hand found her wrist and searched out her own pulse. "Like yours is just now." He started walking again, half-grinning at her annoyance. Then the grin faded. "I'm sorry I shouldn't joke when you're still grieving your father."

"Thank you," she murmured.

"Your father's letter was rather wrong as well. Fine looking doesn't begin to describe you properly. Magnificent is what comes to mind."

"I'm a cripple." Olivia announced, as a matter-of-fact.

"Crippled is my mother who spends her time in a chair all day because it hurts too much to move. Do you mind my asking how you came to need the stick?"

She kept her face straight ahead. Her jaw tightened; she was not sure she could say it out loud, even after all those years. Then, to her amazement, her voice broke the silence. "I fell off a horse when I was eleven. That's not quite descriptive enough. It rolled on top of me with my leg pinned between it and a tree. My leg was shattered badly. They thought, after it happened, that they would have to remove it completely. I was back on a horse as soon as I was able. It was the only way I could get around. They told me I would never walk again. It took me two years to work up to just walking across the room. I'll probably always have this limp, slight though it looks after nine years. The main problem is my knee gives out quite easily. It's easier to walk with the stick than to fall on my face twenty times a day." The silence returned as the wind blew fiercely. Her clothes were not suited to the weather. Olivia pulled the coat around her tighter.

"I just can't figure out why a woman would have to have a marriage arranged. I can understand it even less now that I've seen you. You're not plain by any means, your eyes match, and your fingers aren't webbed."

"For that matter, why do you? If your experience is as well rounded as you claim, you should need it less than I." Olivia saw that one hit home, and Cort flinched.

"I was told only this morning that I was engaged. I thought my father had more respect for me. I guess I know how he feels about me after this."

"Then we're both thrilled with this arrangement, aren't we?" she snapped. His jaded father had written a reply without ever telling Cort of the decision, just as her jaded father had written the letter claiming she was in need of a knight in shining armor.

As they slowly made their way to the car, letting her get the full enjoyment of being off the train, they said little. Perhaps they both knew at that moment that, if they said much more, they would begin fighting over something that was neither of their faults.

"Took your own sweet time now, didn't you? We've got to get back," George snapped as they reached the car.

"Just shut up and leave us be, now that the damage is done," Olivia hissed as she climbed in. Cort was grinning, trying not to let anyone see. Somehow, from that small gesture, she knew she wasn't the woman anyone thought she would be: she was headstrong, opinionated, determined, even tough. It was best George learn early that she was able to take care of herself; if the look on his face at her tongue was any indication, he wasn't happy about the real Olivia Thatcher.

They headed out of the station and town without another word. Despite the bumps in the country roads before they were barely a few miles out of town, Olivia's head fell to Cort's shoulder. She was sound asleep. It was the end of a long journey, and coming from England was no small feat in these times of war. Even though the United Stared had threatened Germany against sinking neutral ships after the Lusitania, it was still not uncommon for them to be blown out of the water.

No Strings Attached by Devyn Quinn

2008-07-07T23:49:00.005-04:00

The print book anthology titled Trio was purchased as research for the Aphrodisia/Kensington line. Little did I know that two days later I would be scheduling Devyn Quinn to be my first guest blogger on my blog. Oh, and did I mention that she has a story in this particular book? Small world, huh?

Anyway, there's this warning on the back under the blurbs that says Warning! hsi is a REALLY HOT book. (Sexually Explicit) The publisher wasn't lying. As we traveled this weekend, I read Devyn's story, No Strings Attached. LOVED IT!!!

Okay, when I opened to the first page of the story, I almost groaned. The location was Reno, Nevada. What is it about the books I've been reading lately that take place in big gambling towns? lol

Seriously. I wasn't sure if I'd like Lara or not. The beginning finds her not in a good position and I was really wodering if she was going to allow that ass (pardon my language) take advantage of the situation her ex put her in (grumble about that piece of dirt). She got Kudo points for lashing out at DiMarco.

But that's not the good part. That comes later when she meets and agrees to spending a week with Nick and Jared. (Hmmm, I have two main characters by those names that I absolutely loved too.) See how they distract me? :-P

Those to men were delicious. And the things they did to Lara...*sigh* Could I trade places with her?

Needless to say, Ms. Quinn had me well entertained with this very stimulating, sexy story. Her words were expertly written, drawing the reader into the story as if we were actually watching the scene unfold live. Oh, and let's not forget the little twist at the end. But I won't spoil it for those who haven't read it yet *evil laugh*

I'm still reading the other two stories...so far so good. But I'm also in the middle of Ms. Quinn's other menage book from Ellora's Cave...Three To Dance. Loving it.

You know the saying - You had me at hello. Well, Ms. Quinn had me at "God, you're perfect in every way:. :-D

Anthology Title: Trio
No Strings Attached by Devyn Quinn
Publisher: Kensington Aphrodisia
Genre: Contemporary/Menage a trois

This book can be purchased from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and Kensington Books

Blurb:
Dancer Lara Green stands to make a cool million if she agrees to be the main attraction at Nick Conway's scenic mountain getaway. All expenses paid, her job is simple: Fulfill his desires and that of his best friend in any way they desire. Easy money, hot sex, and two delicious guys? She says yes...

Also featuring Hot Pepper by PF Kozak and Bring It On by Jane Ledger.

High Stakes by Erin McCarthy

2008-07-01T20:14:00.004-04:00

This was not my first Erin McCarthy book to read. I believe I have My Immortal somewhere around here. However, I’d never read any over her Vegan Vamps series. As I’ve said in another post, I’m not huge on Vegas stories. I don’t choose books because that’s the location. This one just happens to be located there.

However, I’m glad I read this book. Alexis is a spunky, protective woman. I enjoyed her determination to save her sister from some bad people, even while her sister is determined to save the vampires’ souls from hell. Ethan is a charm. Easy to fall for and sexy as hell. I think I’d tell him to Bite Me many times in a day. ;-)

This story is full of wit and humor. The antics of Alexis along with Ethan’s reactions actually made me laugh out loud. There were times that I actually felt sorry for poor Ethan as Alex literally burst into his life like a storm.

I highly recommend this book. Even the subplots are fun and intriguing. It’s summer time. Pick it up and get drawn into the world of Vegan Vamps!
~Marty

High Stakes
By Erin McCarthy

Publisher: Berkley
ISBN-10: 042521978X
ISBN-13: 978-0425219782

Genre: Paranormal romance/light comedy

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Book 1 of Vegas Vamps series

He’s a bloodsucking freak of nature. But, unlike other politicians, Ethan Carrick is a nice guy – and a hot, casino-owning vampire. It’s election year for vamps, which means he’ll first have to escape his opponent’s hit men and then find a First Lady, like the smart and sweet Brittany Baldizzi. But when her protective sister, Alexis, steps in with a message for Ethan – Bite me – he realizes it’s no-nonsense Alexis who raises his stake. And as much as she denies it, she wouldn’t mind a romp in a coffin with him. But can a mere mortal make a centuries-old womanizer feel something new?
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Taken by Lillian Feisty

2008-06-25T10:36:00.003-04:00

I purchased this book as a matter of research. I’ve got a story in mind/working on that I’d like to submit as a Spice Brief at eHarlequin. I very much enjoy reading ménage a trios and that’s the genre of my WIP.

Now, I grew up reading my mother’s Harlequin romance collection. Sweet love stories that never used the words cock, clit, fuck, or any other word that I now use in my erotic romance stories. I am glad to see this new erotic line introduced as it’s brought this delicious threesome story into my collection.

I’m not a big fan of Vegas stories. Yeah, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Can’t that be anywhere though? However, Chloe’s naughty adventure intrigued me. I felt Ms. Feisty created Chloe realistically. She was nervous, excited, and aroused by the prospect of actually having a threesome. Something she had planned with Walker and Jo before hand. Speaking of the hunks…*whew* Yeah, can they come to my home for a night?

The voyeurism in this book was sexy as hell creating an erotic setting throughout the entire book. There was also an undercurrent of some male on male attraction between Jo and Walker. Chloe, having met them at a Chef Convention six months prior, noticed a closeness to their interactions with each other, however she never really pegged the exact nature of their relationship. As a gay erotic romance writer myself, this only sweetened the pot for me. There were no uncomfortable moments as the men lavished their “attentions” on Chloe or uneasiness, as their bodies were sure to touch as they were together. It also didn't have a happily ever after ending, but a happy for now ending. Does this mean we'll see more of this trio? I wouldn't be opposed to it :)

As the title of this line says, this is a Brief. Not long, but enough to get the heart pumping and blood heating. It gave me confidence and hope for my own WIP. So if you get a moment, check it out. You won’t regret it!

Taken
By Lillian Feisty

Publisher: http://www.eharlequin.com/
ISBN: 9781426818639
Genre: Erotic Romance/Ménage a Trois/Spice Brief line

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They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. But for Chloe, life in “Sin City” has been all business without a hint of the adventure and naughtiness alluded to in that slogan. Until now! With Walker and Jo in town, Chloe’s about to end her long dry spell and live her ultimate fantasy--a ménage a trois with the two sexiest men she knows. As the three of them plunge into wild sexual exploration with passion and inventiveness, Chloe soon discovers what new heights of sensuality can be experienced when so many hands, lips and organs work together to drive her beyond the limits of ecstasy.

Heart of the Wolf by Terry Spear

2008-06-24T17:15:00.003-04:00

Earlier this year, I took two courses taught by author Terry Spear. She’s a great teacher and uses examples from her own fictional works and others to make her point. To me, that really helped me in her courses. However, reading snippets here and there made me want to read her paranormal book, Heart of the Wolf.

I’ll admit, I was slow to get into the book. It was well written and intrigued me, but whether it was just my mood at the time of starting it, or that I was just a little distracted with my own edits at the time, I didn’t want to give up on it. And I’m glad I didn’t.

Ms. Spear made me hate Volan, one of the villains while falling in love with the hero, Devlyn. *dreamy sigh* He and Bella are a couple made for each other even though they tried and tried to fight their attraction as the pack laws hung over their heads. Ms. Spear held me in suspense as to who the killer was. Every time I thought I knew who it was, she’d throw another wrench into the plot.

On top of it all, Ms. Spear made the lupus garou come to life. It was easy to see that she researched true behavior of wolves and weaved them into her red and gray wolves.

I would highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys shifter fiction and to anyone who wants my opinion. :)
~Marty

Heart of the Wolf
By Terry Spear

Publisher: Sourcebooks
ISBN# 978-1-4022-1157-7

Can be purchased at Sourcebooks, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon

While searching for clues of a lupus garou who is killing women in the rainy Portland suburbs, Bella Wilder becomes the hunted. She had run away from the gray pack who had taken her in when she was she young. And she will do so again before the brutish pack leader can have her.

Devlyn Greystoke has a mission—return Bella to the gray pack for safekeeping before she exposes their kind and gets herself killed. But little red wolves are in short supply and high demand and Bella’s determined to be the bait to flush out the killer. Keeping her out of danger is only half the trouble Devlyn encounters as his compulsion to make her his mate grows and she fights being his, fearful the pack leader will kill him.

Volan Smith, the gray alpha leader, claimed Bella when she was young. Now that he has located her, he wants Bella back. And he will stop at nothing to have her.

Fallen Angels Review rated it 5 Angels and a Recommended Read
http://fallenangelreviews.com/2008/February/StephanieB-HeartOfTheWolf.htm

Eternal Pleasure by Nina Bangs

2008-06-21T14:08:00.008-04:00

I was lucky enough to be included in an ARC (advanced reading copy) giveaway for this story by this most Fabulous author!

You've heard of were--wolves, cats, horses and countless others. Now you can add Dinosaurs to the list too. But they don't shift by normal means, no, they use the layers of their 65 million year old souls.

God-like beings calling themselves the Lords of Time have come forth to cause chaos and distruction. Only there's a hitch, it's hands off the dominent spieces of Earth, being us lucky little humans. So they brib, lie and promise everything under the moon to gain blood-lusting minions in the the forms of demons, vamps, and anything were to do their dirty work for them.

Hence the need for The Eleven. These dangerous, dark yet uber-sexy men have been charged with keeping the balance of Earth's population at its status quo while taming their dino urges and 'learning' to become human. Something human females are bound to be glad to help out with...once they get over the whole scare factor.

Like one Kelly Maloy, she knows she should stay away from bad boy Ty, but the money her job pays to drive him around is as tempting as the man himself. And if he has a few quarks well they can work around them or she'll learn to live with them as they're the one thing that'll help them both save the world from the evil Nine.

I highly recommend this series. Not only is Kelly and Ty's romance an adventure of its own, but the whole concept is highly entertaining...and the secondary characters--i.e. Lust-inducing men with dino souls--are truly worth a peek at and looking forward to getting to know!

Stephanie

ETERNAL PLEASURE

by Nina Bangs

"Gods of the Night" series, Book 1

July 2008Dorchester

ISBN-10: 0843959533ISBN-13: 978-0843959536

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THE ELEVEN—an alliance of ultimate predators. Primal, lethal, irresistible.

THE PROPHECY—an ancient Mayan prediction that the world will end on 12-21-12.

THE PREY—where can you hide from pure evil?

Kelly Maloy opens her car door to much more than a great looking stranger at the Houston airport. Terror, desire, and a horrible truth climb in with him. She’s only supposed to drive Ty Endeka around the city for a few weeks. Too bad no one tells her that once day fades she’ll become part of a battle fought in the darkened streets with an enemy that isn’t human. And the sensual man who feeds her fantasies hides a soul that gives new meaning to animal magnetism.

Eleven Gods of the Night…

The only creatures more deadly are the ones they’ve been summoned to destroy.

Lascivious by Marty Rayne

2008-06-15T16:06:00.005-04:00

I'm proud to announce my best friend and blog partner Marty Rayne's first book in print

'Lascivious' !!!

In one bound book you're treated with two of her best stories to date. For those of you who've enjoyed the e-book form will be glad to know these scintillating stories contain new and sizzling scenes just waiting for your naughty side to devour.

So let Marty Test your Passion with a Journey to the Dark Side!

Stephanie

Lascivious

by Marty Rayne

Publisher: Phaze

ISBN 978-1-59426-686-7

Genre: Contemparary, BDSM

Price: $11

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Journey to the Dark Side: Serial killer Dante is targeting submissive males who frequent a fetish club, The Dark Side. Detective Monica Street is determined to end the killer's reign on the community and needs help. Enter sexy FBI Agent Jared Keller, who has the looks and ability Monica is looking for. And what's the best way to catch this killer? Draw him out by playing in the world of domination and submission. Only alpha-male Jared gets more than he bargains for as he is engulfed by Mistress Monica, whippings, and the trappings of a psychotic serial killer.

Testing Passion: Janet O'Neal enjoys her part-time job with Pandora's Box. She sets her own schedule, it's never boring, and at times, very exhilarating. Yes, being a sex toy tester can be stimulating. But when her boyfriend dumps her, Janet hates the limitations that is forced upon the way she performs her job. Damien Richards seeks out his best tester. With a deadline looming, there is no one he trusts more than Janet and her studious testing skills. Of course, he has another motive when he knocks on Janet's dorr asking for her help. Being the owner of Pandora's Box, he's frightened that he's losing his best employee, the woman who has him intrigued and fascinated by the passion filling her reports. Can Damien talk Janet into spending a weekend with him working, testing passion, along with the toys? Will Janet welcome the stranger into her most secret fantasies?

Excerpt: (some never before scenes--editor's choice--Shhhh!!)

Testing Passion:

“You should write a book.” Janet broke the stillness several moments later.

“Really? About what?” He nibbled on the area connecting her neck and shoulder.

“Fifty ways to bring pleasure using a butt plug.”

Damien chuckled. “That was only two ways. I don’t think I’m that creative.”

Janet turned in his arms. “Remember how I said that I test a toy more than once?”

His left eyebrow rose. “Yeah.”

Her lips curved into a smile, the tilt spoke of mischief. “I’m sure we can find enough ways to fill a book.”

He rolled onto his back, right arm flung over his eyes. “You are really going to be the death of me.”

Journey to the Dark Side:

“I love your outfit,” he murmured against her skin.

Monica smiled. She knew the corset had turned him on the night before. And had hoped to do the same tonight. She’d worn what the catalogue had termed a military jacket made of latex. The low dipping neckline revealed her enhanced breasts, thanks to the black push-up bra she wore beneath. The four white chrome buttons closed the jacket just beneath her breasts then opened to reveal her belly button…which was pierced tonight with a diamond. She liked how the delicate ruffles at the shoulders and contrasting white trim kept the design feminine. The black latex mini skirt that hung low on her hips matched the top perfectly. To finish off the outfit, she wore thigh high stockings held up with a black garter belt and wore three-inch pumps made of black patten leather.

“I like yours better,” she sighed, her hands parting his leather jacket to touch his bare chest. He’d seemed happier with the leather pants than the shorts. The boots he’d worn the night before matched also. He didn’t mind the lace up gauntlets for his wrists, however those sinful lips tugged to his sexy scowl when she pulled out the chrome collar complete with a large D-ring in front and chrome chain leash. It took her a few minutes of seductive convincing, but he allowed her to lock it into place.

“You’ll look better out of it.” Jared pushed a breast free of the top and sucked the puckered nipple into his mouth.

Monica’s long manicured nails raked his chest making him hiss and release her. “I may be adventurous, but I think what I’d like to do calls for more privacy.”

Jared took the cue and grabbed her hand before pulling her down the hall to their room, unmindful that her breast was still out for all to see. Not that there were anyone in the hall. Monica laughed as excitement swept through her. It had been a long time since a man caused her heart to pound so hard and want so badly.

As soon as he pulled her into their room, the nearest wall came back into play but with a twist, as only her chest pressed to it so her backside was free for his fondling. After several hours of being submissive, the alpha-male beast was making itself known. Monica didn’t mind. She actually liked it. In her mind, it was fair play. A tit for tat situation.

Giving Chase by Jamie Hill

2008-06-08T11:10:00.004-04:00

Ms. Jamie takes us to Seattle to taste what life is really like there. No tourist traps here! We're talking delving into the birth of grunge and holding on tight in this fast moving affair. So hold on readers, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

Stephanie

Giving Chase
by Jamie Hill

Publisher: Phaze
ISBN (978-1-59426-819-9)

Genre: Contemporary, M/M

Price: $3

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Newly transplanted Seattle resident Martin Benson is on a sight-seeing tour of museums and the Space Needle when he meets handsome, heavily tattooed Chase Reed. They hit it off, and Chase offers to show Marty his Seattle: grunge rock and good times.

The men are total opposites, with only one thing in common -- an intense attraction to each other, which culminates in a weekend of white hot passion. Desperate to hang on to the new relationship, Martin attempts to change wild and crazy Chase into someone more responsible. Will he be able to give Chase the space he needs, and somehow strike a balance?

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Six hundred and five feet in the air, the flying saucer sat atop massive steel beam legs. Martin Benson stared up at the structure with awe. The outline had been a recognizable part of the Seattle skyline for the past forty-five years, but he'd never seen the Space Needle up close. It was an amazing sight.

People said the view from the top was even more incredible, but he didn't intend to find out. The twenty dollar price tag didn't put him off, though that would buy him a week's worth of lunches. The internal elevator took only forty-three seconds from bottom to top, so time wasn't a factor. The problem was his lifelong, irrational fear of heights. He broke into a cold sweat just thinking about ascending the tower. He'd been in town for three months, and had never actually visited the popular tourist attraction.

Every weekend when he spoke with his mother in St. Louis, she asked what he did for fun. There hadn't been much to tell, and he felt a little guilty about it. She'd been so excited when he graduated college and took a job on the west coast. His family wanted to hear about the city, not the view from his desk and computer screen.

It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday, so he decided to take advantage and see some sights. Summer would soon be over, and while it didn't get as cold in Washington as it did Missouri, he heard it could be incredibly wet and nasty at times.

There was a lot to see, more ground than he could cover in a day. The Seattle Art Museum, with its outdoor branch on the banks of Puget Sound, interested him. It would probably require a day all on its own, so he left it on his list of things to do.

Something drew him to Seattle Center, the large festive area around the Space Needle. There was plenty to do there, all within walking distance. There were dozens of souvenir shops in the courtyard, and he browsed through several. A lot of their stuff was on the junky side. Cheap t-shirts, key chains, and shot glasses seemed the normal fare. He knew his mother and sister would like anything he got, but hoped to find something decent.

The last shop he passed had some t-shirts displayed that seemed nicer than the others. He window-shopped for a moment, then went inside. The shirts were a better quality than he'd seen before, and reasonably priced. A pink one with the Space Needle logo looked perfect for his sister. He found a lavender shirt with Seattle embroidered across the front, and smiled. It looked exactly like something his mother would wear.

Scooping up the two shirts, he headed toward the dark-haired man standing behind the cash register. Just as he got there, the phone on the counter rang. The clerk smiled at him apologetically. "Hang on one second?"

"Sure, go ahead." He nodded, watching the man take the call.

"Broad Street Gifts. Yep. Oh, hey." He turned his back to continue the conversation.

A flash of irritation struck Martin, but as he noticed several very large tattoos on the man, irritation turned to intrigue. A tight black tank top didn't hide much; it was hard not to stare. He couldn't quite make out the design, but the ink spread from the man's upper back across both shoulders, and ended at his biceps.

The muscles alone were stare-worthy. The guy definitely had the physique to wear the tank—the really tight tank. Martin looked away, self-conscious, then slowly back again. The clerk was still on the phone, oblivious to him, so what could it hurt to ogle a little? He was in the middle of a long, dry spell.

Dating in a new town was always tough, but even trickier for a gay man. Office romances were out of the question. He'd done some nosing around and discovered a couple of gay bars, but both were sleazy as hell. They were the kind of places where men met in the bathroom for quick hook-ups. He wasn't interested in that at all.

"Thanks for calling." The clerk hung up, then smiled at him again. "I'm really sorry about that. Hope you weren't in a hurry."

"Not at all." He forced himself to speak coherently. The man was even better looking from the front. His thick, shaggy black hair framed his face, hitting just above his collar. When he brushed the bangs from his eyes, Martin noticed a silver bar pierced through the guy's right eyebrow. "Wow. Did that hurt?"

"What?"

"The eyebrow thing."

He touched the bar absently. "Shit, I forget about it. Nah, it didn’t hurt. Not as much as this one." He stuck out his tongue, where a round silver stud shone from the center.

"Jesus!" Martin muttered.

The other man laughed. "I'm not afraid of a little pain."

"Apparently not!" His eyes darted to one bicep, where from the front he could make out a hunter with a bow and arrow.

"I love tattoos." The guy grinned. "I have eleven. Some in places that might surprise you."Martin felt his face flush. "Eleven, wow. I'm impressed."

"That's why I do it, to impress the guys." He chuckled.

Martin tried to read the meaning behind the comment, but couldn't tell if it'd been sarcastic or not. This guy was gorgeous—a little out there, sure, if he really did have eleven tattoos. But his eyes were dark brown saucers, deep and soulful looking. There was a cleft in his chin. Martin didn't know exactly why, but it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He was sure most women thought the same. This fellow could have anyone he wanted, no doubt about that.

"You ready to check out?" The clerk glanced at the t-shirts.

"Oh, yeah." Martin laid them on the counter. "You have nice stuff in here. Some of those other places were pretty cheap-looking."

"Thanks." He folded each shirt, ringing the prices into his register. "That'll be thirty-two fifty."

Martin handed over his credit card, and the man completed the sale.

"Sign please, and here's your receipt. Thank you."

"Yeah, thanks." He took his card, reinserting it into his wallet. Reaching for the bag, he hesitated, not in a hurry to leave.

Seeming to sense it, the man asked, "Where you visiting from?"

"I, uh, live here now. I'm from St. Louis."

"No kidding? What brought you all the way out here?"

"I got a computer job here after college."

"Ah, Silicon Valley. They suck a lot of people into their web—I mean—they hire lots of folks."

Martin smiled. "They pay pretty well, though the cost of living is higher out here. I can't believe the price of soda pop."

"I can't believe you called it soda pop." He rolled his eyes, grinning.

"Sorry. You can take the boy out of the Midwest…"

"Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. So what are you doing in the tourist district, if you live here now?"

"I've never done any sight-seeing stuff, and I figured it was about time. Decided I'd make a day of it. I went to the Science Fiction Museum—"

Nodding, the man asked, "Go up in the Needle?"

"Not yet. I was going to go 'Ride the Ducks'." The World War II amphibious vehicles were huge, and painted yellow. It was a little cheesy, but supposedly a pretty good tour of the area.

He made a face. "That's lame, man. Unless you're ready to say 'quack, quack' all through town."

Martin's face drooped. "They make you say 'quack quack'?"

"Or pay two bucks for a quacker. They're big on group interaction, kind of a kiddie thing. If I were you, I'd skip the ducks. What else do you have planned?"

"Well, there's Pike's Place Market, and I haven't been to the art museum yet."

The man made a motion like he was strangling himself. "You've got to be kidding! Who are you with, your eighty-year-old grandma?"

"I'm alone." He shrugged.

"If you want to get a feel for the real Seattle, you need to take in some clubs, hear some bands. You know we're the home of grunge rock music, don’t you?"

"I thought grunge rock was dead."

"Are you crazy? Pearl Jam released a new album not too long ago, and Nirvana will never go out of style."

"Nirvana? I know Kurt Cobain's dead."

"Cobain's like the Beatles, man. Dead or alive, the music lives on. Those are just some mainstream names. We've had some great local talent here, too. Alice in Chains, Green River…classics."

Martin smiled. "So grunge isn’t dead, Seattle's just hiding it from the rest of the world."

"You got it. I could take you places you wouldn't believe."

No truer words were probably ever spoken. He glanced at the man wistfully. It was crazy thinking about going out with a perfect stranger. And going out where? Seattle was a big city, he wasn't used to the same things this guy obviously was. He could find himself in a bad situation.

The man eyed him, seeming to get that he was wrestling with himself. "Tell you what. I'll give you an address. If you feel like listening to some music, be there about nine o'clock. I'll leave your name at the door; you won't even have to pay to get in. It'll be fun, I guarantee it. My friends are great."

"Maybe." It sounded simple enough, perhaps he could consider it.

Picking up a business card from the stack on the counter, the clerk wrote a name and address on the back. He handed the card over. "Here's the address. Easiest thing to do is take a cab. There's my name. Ask the bouncer for me."

He glanced at the card. "Chase Reed." Then he looked up. "That's you?"

"That's me. How about you? What name should I leave at the door?"

"Martin Benson." He shuffled his feet nervously.

"Okay. So, whaddaya say, Marty? Think you'll be there?"

"Nobody calls me Marty."

Chase grinned. "Nine o'clock?"

Until that moment, he hadn't been sure about going. The whole idea made him nervous. For some reason, Chase's smile reassured him. "Yeah, nine o'clock."

Blood Noir by Laurell K. Hamilton

2008-06-07T21:02:00.005-04:00

Yes, I know, I've been really bad about not posting. Life has been CRAZY! And honestly, this blog was put on the back-burner. But now that school is out and summer is here, I'm going to try to do much better with my posting - as summer time I get most reading done ;).

Okay, are there any Anita Blake fans out there?? Well, LKH has just released the sixteenth book in the series! It took me three days to read it (only because of all the stuff going on in my life). It was really hard to put down.

I was apprehensive when I bought it. I enjoyed the books in the beginning, but being an erotic romance writer, I'm a huge fan of her great sex scenes. Her last book had what? A total of two, maybe three scenes in the entire book? I know she gets grief from those who say that she's been putting too much sex in her books now, and then grief from those like me when she doesn't put enough *lol* I've found that you can't please EVERYONE!!!

Anyway, as I was saying. When I started reading I almost groaned thinking that this was another Micah book. She goes away with Jason (oh, baby. He and Richard are tied to be my favs) and has sex, sex, sex. Just a filler to have a book out to calm any complaints from fans.

Gladly, it didn't turn out that way. Yes, Anita goes out of town with just Jason. Yes, they have sex. :D Yes, they have some very in depth conversations and realizations (My baby boy is really growing up). BUT...there's lots of other things going on. Some paranormal happenings (Mommy Noir and some were-tigers) and yet others were completely human related.

Overall, I really enjoyed the book. My lovely Richard even "came to the rescue" though in the end, he and Anita still end up arguing a lot and deepening that love/hate relationship. *sigh* I'd love to shake some sense into that man, then chain him to a bed, then...oh, wait. I'll be good *evil laugh*

I've seen both good and bad things on the web about this book. Again, you can't please everyone. I liked it and thought my money was well spent. That's all that matters to me. You'll have to form your own opinion.

Oh, this sounded like a review, didn't it? Oops. *lol* I would recommend this book.
Book can be found at most major book stores and Amazon.com

Website- http://www.laurellkhamilton.org/

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Hot Couture by Tilly Greene

2008-05-18T17:07:00.006-04:00

New York, London, Paris…Fashion and passion collide in this elegant print collection by Tilly Greene! So use the good fashion sense God gave you and buy a copy TODAY!!

Stephanie

Hot Couture
by Tilly Greene

Publisher: Phaze
ISBN e-book: 978-1594260483 paperback: 978-1594267161

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance - Bondage, D/s and Ménage a Trois

Price: E-book $6
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When fashion and passion collide, love ignites and Haute Couture becomes Hot Couture.

The Leather Bride: Mimi St. John is an intelligent, successful, woman in a committed relationship, or so she thought. After dropping hints and finally getting a small taste of what she truly wanted from her lover, being bound and taken, he leaves. Rick Milston has known from the first moment he saw his lover that she was the only one for him. They suit each other perfectly. As they make the steps to start down a new path, life rears it's head and turns everything upside down. Will the lovers find their way back to where they'd left off? Is the runway a good place for reuniting lovers?

Taming Marie Antoinette: Liana Trudeau has moved to Paris in pursuit of her doctorate. While her mind has been working hard, her body has been ignored. Knowing what she wants, Liana attends the Depravity Dance and connects with two men who can perfectly read her needs, both physically and mentally. Unfortunately it's for only one night, or is it? Thornton and James Michaud have spent the past couple of months focused on a project in conjunction with the French government. With all the signatures necessary to move forward, they're out to celebrate and indulge their desire for a woman. By the end of the evening they find she has only one fault, leaving before they were finished. Can they find her to complete what they'd started in a city as large as Paris? October in Paris is romance and the Depravity Dance, what could possibly be next?

The Gilded Cage: Work is what makes her happy, so she keeps going until her body demands she take time to see to it. Gabrielle Porter sees Succulent as the perfect place to spend time doing just this. There are no surprises when she takes a night to allow her submissive soul freedom, until she answers one man's call - now she's all in.

After having made a success with local governments and businesses alike, Max Stephenson has received the call of a lifetime. The new Prime Minister has asked for consultations to see how Britain is doing with it's environmental initiatives. Being a silent partner in a private club is a side benefit and one he's glad to have when he lays eyes on the busty brunette on his first night back.

The club brings Gabby and Max together, but what about out in the real world, can they make it work out there?

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The Leather Bride: http://phazebooksexcerpts.blogspot.com/2008/02/leather-bride-tilly-greene.html

Taming Marie Antoinette: http://phazebooksexcerpts.blogspot.com/2008/02/taming-marie-antoinette-tilly-greene.html

The Gilded Cage: http://phazebooksexcerpts.blogspot.com/2008/04/gilded-cage-by-tilly-greene.html

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Gold Fever by Missy Lyons

2008-05-11T16:26:00.004-04:00

Sparks fly when Barbara Lane inherits her absentee father's gold mine in more ways than one. Those sparks turn to flames when she meets his partner, Vincent Waverly, and then turn to a passion that burns so bright it threatens to burn out before they can express their love.

The Old West like you've never seen it! Ms. Missy has written this little gem with a sexy flare that give new meaning to Wild West. Let her take you on this erotic ride to the past.

Stephanie

Gold Fever
by Missy Lyons

Publisher: Phaze
ISBN 978-15926-878-6
Genre: Historical, menage (f/m/f)
Price: $5

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Taming the Wild West--Or taming wild men? Neither should be left to young virgins. After Barbara Lane inherits a gold mine, she travels to California, only to find she has an unwanted partner waiting for her. Vincent is the kind of bad boy she knew to stay away from. Instinctively, Barbara knows if she stays, she won't be innocent for long.

Vincent was no gentleman, and he had no intention of changing for any woman, let alone the spitfire who moved in and made herself at home. He wasn't about to give up his whoring, or his gambling, and definitely not his bed. If Barbara wanted to stay, she would have to learn to share.

What will Barbara do to win his heart? Or perhaps the question should be what wouldn't she do...

Excerpt:

Barbara cleaned for hours, scrubbing the wooden floors, dusting off the worn furniture, washing down the windows, until she fell onto the bed, exhausted. The quilted down comforter enfolded her in its warm folds. She didn't mean to close her eyes, but the physical fatigue consumed her. It wasn't long before she drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Darkness settled over the new frontier and went unnoticed by Barbara as she slept on the bed. It was not until much later, she was startled awake by the sound of the door swing open and closed. Heavy footsteps broke the silence of the night. Her heart froze in fear as she realized she had forgotten to lock the door. It was pitch black in the cabin, and so quiet she could hear the stranger's breathing across the room from her. She was a woman in a strange place. A wild land, full of Indians and cowboys. Outlaws walked among everyone else freely. The law of the west was about who carried the bigger gun. It wasn't safe for her to be alone like this. What had she been thinking?

Silently she lay still frozen in place on the bed, agonizing over what to do next. She couldn't see him, but he sounded big. She imagined it was his coat that just fell to the floor. He sat down on the chair, loosening his clothing.

Good Lord! He was undressing!

Barbara hoped he didn't plan to join her in the bed. He didn't know she was there yet. Perhaps if she was quiet she could slip out unnoticed. Then she could go get the sheriff to throw the trespasser out. She moved one leg slowly to the edge of the bed, trying not to make a sound. She imagined he just took off his shirt as she stood up in the darkness. Revealing a bare chest that no lady of good society should be seeing on any man except her husband.

The soft material barely made a sound as it was tossed on the floor. He began to whistle in the dark as he worked to undress. One shoe hit the floor with a thud, and then another. What was he doing now? Working at his belt perhaps? Goodness sake, she was going to be in the room with a naked man soon. She heard another item of clothing hit the floor with a clink. There was not much left to remove but his pants, so she wasn't surprised when she could hear the sound of the material being removed as he pulled it off his legs.

Desperation hit her. She had to get out of here now! This was incredibly dangerous. Being alone with a man who was both a stranger and naked was a recipe for disaster. No one even knew she was here alone to worry about her if she went missing. There was no one she knew that could help her. Nowhere that she could go. Stealthily she crept to the door and towards safety.

The floor creaked under him as he stood up and came towards her. Panic seized her heart and suddenly in a frenzy, she threw the door open, running for her freedom.

* * * *

"What the hell?" Vincent Waverly heard the door slam and the sound of someone running out of the cabin. That wasn't the the wind. His heart pounded with a mixture of anger and fear. What was that person doing in here? Why hadn't they spoken a word to him? He didn't know who it was, but he did know he wasn't going to let that someone get away from him.

* * * *

Barbara could hear him curse before running after her. His breath came hard as he pounded the soft earth behind her. She pushed herself to run faster, lifting her skirt up out of the way of her feet. Unrelenting he refused to allow her to escape.

Suddenly he was upon her, his strong arms locking around her chest, imprisoning her arms and using his bodyweight to knock her to the ground. The soft earth and grass broke her fall, but it momentarily knocked the wind from her lungs. She struggled against his arms, pulling at him until he cursed again.

"Let go of me!" she demanded, wriggling under his body.

* * * *

"You're a girl?" his deep voice said in disbelief. His hands were on her ripe breasts, feeling the fullness of them as if to be sure of her sex.

"Not a girl." She puffed out her chest indignantly, arching away from him. "I am a woman. Now get off of me, you big oaf."

He wasn't about to argue with her there. She was most definitely a woman, with very womanly curves. However, he wasn't about to remove his body from hers until he had some answers, and even then he wasn't sure he wanted to get off her. His body was already responding to being in such close contact and she was a perfect stranger. His powerful body pinned her to the ground, and in a most ungentlemanly like manner. This was not a situation he anticipated. His conscience dictated that he should be removing his body from hers, but there was still another matter to consider. What was she doing here in the first place?

He growled out, "Not so fast. What were you doing in my house?"

She seemed indignant when she responded, her voice lined with restrained anger, "Your house? It belongs to me. I am Joseph Lane's daughter."

"Who?" He didn't recognize the name, but instinctively knew she wasn't the burglar he originally suspected. She really did think she belonged here. He turned her body over, kneeling above her. Her disheveled hair was strewn about her shoulders. His cock was hardening in response to her feminine curves, straining against the confines of his pants. Vincent always had been a sucker for a beautiful woman. There were too many women in his memories. He couldn't remember half of their names, but this one…

"Joseph Lane." Barbara paused a moment. If this stranger belonged here at all, he would recognize the name. "He owned the gold mine here and built this house, and I have come to claim it now that he died. You are the one that is trespassing," she gritted out between clenched teeth.

The man cocked his head studying her in the moonlight. It was lighter out here than in the house and he could see the resemblance now. She looked like his old friend, Buster. He stared deep into her stormy eyes. Her eyes were a prettier shade of blue than her father's, only accentuated by her anger. He let his gaze trail down her face to her heaving breasts, making her even more tempting. As if she sensed where his mind was headed, she let out a small growl.

She was a spitfire, to be sure.

"What is your name?" he asked.

Her fighting spirit captivated him. Even overpowered, she wasn't about to give up her escape. Her lips pursed in resentment of her confinement.

"Barbara Lane." Her angry voice sounded almost sexy with its raspy tone.

"You're Buster's daughter?"

"No. I just told you. I am Joseph Lane's daughter. Do you have a hearing problem?"

Apparently she never knew her father was known around these parts as Buster, not Joseph. He smirked at her comment, chuckling to himself. That snippy attitude would help him keep his cock under control. She was far too tempting under him. He could feel every curve of her, his groin nestled into hers as if it belonged there, and the way she wiggled made him loathe to make a move to get off her.

Begrudgingly, he got off her, and noticed she was suddenly aware of his near naked state. She gawked at him before turning away with a blush to stare at the ground. He stretched out his hand to help her up to a sitting position and she reluctantly took it.It was plain to him that she was an innocent. She looked at him as if she had never seen a naked man before, and Vincent didn't mind the way her gaze had drifted curiously over his body. He knew he turned most of the ladies' heads, but she was different somehow in the way she tried to keep her eyes modestly avoiding him. Though he could tell her body was reacting to his as well, and not from fear.

He pulled her close to him, but not touching her intimately. Making him acutely aware of her body.

"It's my pleasure to meet you, my dear. My name is Vincent Waverly."

Wicked Games by Jade Falconer

2008-04-27T19:11:00.003-04:00

How about a historical with a new twist? This sexually charged story will guarantee to have you squirming in your seat, as well as wanting to yell at these two charmingly HAWT men to get a clue! Let yourself be trasported to Regency England to watch these two men learn love is worth taking any risk.

Available in e-book and soon in print.

Stephanie

Wicked Games

by Jade Falconer

Publisher: Phaze
ISBN 978-1-59426-773-4
Genre: M/M, Regnecy Historical
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Niels got more than he bargained for when he broke into a certain townhouse in the fashionable section of London. The arrogant and dictatorial lord who caught him red-handed was more than willing to take advantage of the situation. Temporarily forced into a unique form of servitude, Niels learns more than he ever expected to about the decadent ruling class that he wants so badly to emulate. Masquerading as a foreign nobleman is easy for the charming Fin who grew to manhood on the streets of London, abandoned by the only family he had. But will his experience at manipulating people and winning their confidence help him with Richard? Or get him into even more trouble?

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My Immortal by Erin McCarthy

2008-04-14T15:14:00.005-04:00

This one has been sitting on my shelf for some time now. I picked it up at a used book store because the blurb intrigued me...then Damien had me snared *swoon*. The author did a supurb job using old letters as the flashbacks into the past. I was as infatuated with each letter entry into the past as I was with the present plot. Luckily, I did some traveling this weekend which allowed me some great reading time :D I would recommend this book to anyone who likes the paranormal genre.
Marty

My Immortal

by Erin McCarthy

Publisher: Penguin

Format: Print

Available: Amazon, Books A Million, and many other book stores

My life... My love...My Immortal

In the late 18th century, a spoiled, selfish plantation owner struck an unholy bargain with a fallen angel: an eternity of servitude for the gift of immortality. For over two hundred years, Damien du Bourg has held up his end of the bargain—by inspiring lust in everyone around him…

Stumbling upon Damien’s plantation on the outskirts of New Orleans while searching for her missing sister, Marley Turner enters a world of shocking decadence. Drawn to the tortured man at the center of it all, Marley feels a powerful sensuality stirring inside her. For the first time, it’s Damien who can’t resist the lure of a woman. But his past sins aren’t ready to be forgotten—or forgiven…

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Shoon Joining by Jude Mason

2008-04-13T16:00:00.003-04:00

Well Ms. Mason has done it again! Her creative mind has traveled to the future and the far reaches of outer space in this entertaining and too hot to handle story!! The Shoon are a peaceful race out to share their knowledge with as many open-minded beings as possible. Too bad the Federation sees themselves as superior to all and are out to concur any who get in their way.

You'll want to join this peace 'lovin' race once you treat yourself to a lil alien lovin!

Stephanie

Shoon Joining
by Jude Mason

Publisher: Phaze
ISBN 978-1-59426-868-7
Genre: Sci-Fi
Price: $3

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Coerced into negotiating with the alien race, the Shoon, Earthman Ambassador Trevor Sloan finds himself tossed into a scenario never before faced. Imprisoned by a corrupt bureaucracy, then rescued by his lover, they fight together, along with the Shoon, to end the ills of humanity .

Excerpt:

Trevor eased forward, his cock slowly sinking deeper into the soft, wet folds of Amanda's cunt. Growling, he clenched his ass, straining to control the speed and depth of his thrust. "Hold still, babe," he whispered, arching his back. Sweat trickled off him and onto the lush curves of the woman beneath him. Her thighs tightened around his waist, but thankfully didn't pull him in.

Amanda, her dark eyes gazing up into his, smiled and clenched her inner muscles, as if tempting him to let go. Encouraging him to lose control and plunder her, like he would some outlander whore. He balanced on his knees and one hand; the other went to her breasts, the nipples like beacons, calling for attention. He tweaked the puckered nub closest, dragging a moan of pleasure from her, then shifted to the other where he administered the same teasing pinch. Softly at first, but wanting more reaction from her, he tightened his fingers and thumb until her moan grew to just the right pitch.

"Damn you, Trevor Sloan," she snarled in that sweet sexy voice he'd learned to love, "fuck me. Hard. Now!"

Chuckling, he slammed himself in deep, and had to bite his lip to keep from shooting. He kept still, one hand on her breast, the fingers digging into the soft mound, the other beside her shoulder on the bed. The orgasm he fought to hold off lunged nearer. His balls tensed, moved higher in their sac readying to loose a stream of come that he'd too long held at bay.

"What's this?" he asked in a voice much calmer than he'd dared hope for. "Trying to give the Ambassador orders, are you?"

"Bastard!" she groaned. Digging her fingers into his hips, she tried to guide him. Urged him to pull out, then slam back into her clutching pussy.

Trevor relented and eased out of her, then thrust back in. His body trembled, the lust mounting ever higher.

"Ambassador Sloan," the voice seemed to come from all around him, frantic, commanding, not to be ignored. "Ambassador Sloan, you're needed at the ready room, now! This is no drill. You're needed now!"

Trevor lunged ahead, desperately trying to ignore those words. He needed to come. He was near the moment of being able to deny the animal need. But, again the call came, louder, more insistent. "Ambassador Sloan. Respond please. Respond immediately."

With a roar of frustration, Trevor pulled away from the clutching woman beneath him and rose from the bed.

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Something touched his arm, awakening him from his much-needed slumber. TTrevor stretched, and rolled onto his back to look up at AAmanda. Her eyes shone with excitement. Her smile lit up her entire face, and the space around her/them. Naked, she stood at his side, facing him unabashed as she never would have before the Joining. High breasted, slender of waist, and with an abundantly round bottom that made her hips seem slightly too large until you actually got hold of her, his memory of their lovemaking came to the forefront of his mind.

She must have caught some of his thoughts because her smile broadened and she swayed her hips from side to side, as if encouraging him to reach for her.

"They never left," she said, drawing his attention to her face, her lips. She turned, twirled, reveling in the symbiosis.

He felt her emotions, caught most of her thoughts as she was so near. "No, they never left. We never left. We're part of them now, AAmanda. You and I, and the myriad of other races Joined with the Shoon. They shifted out of phase with the rest of the universe. The ship was here waiting all the time."

She paused, as if digesting what he'd said before adding, "Yes, I understand. But…"

He sat up, his hands going out to her. Stroking her outer thighs, he pulled her closer and rested his forehead on her hip. The soft tendrils on his face mixed and mingled with those on her leg, causing him to quiver. "But," finally he urged and leaned forward to kiss her thigh.

She looked down at him, and with a wistful sigh, stroked his head. "But." She eased her leg forward, moved her foot so it pressed against his leg. "They didn't have to ask for a meeting. They're…" She stopped, thought a moment then went on, "We, the Shoon, are immensely more powerful than the Federation."

"Yes, but, power isn't the answer, is it?" He shifted onto his knees and wrapped his arms around her hips, drawing her closer. He buried his face into her silken pubes. The scent of woman surrounded him, enveloped him, and he inhaled deeply trying to get every last ounce of her essence. Dampness touched his nose when he burrowed deeper. Tilting his head back, he ran his tongue along her inner thigh until he encountered her curly locks, and puffy folds of her cunt. The sensation was amazing. Not only his own, but he got a second blast from AAmanda when he sent his mind out to her. She clenched on the tip of his tongue when it slipped inside, and he felt lightheaded with lust. His cock ached with that dull need he'd thought only happened when he was denied release for weeks. He climaxed just a short time ago, yet he felt as if he was about to explode any second.

Naked Dragon by G.A. Hauser

2008-04-09T15:25:00.004-04:00

I've purchased this book, but haven't had time to read it yet. Looks good so I thought I'd share.
Marty

Naked Dragon
By G.A. Hauser

Publisher: Linden Bay Romance
ISBN # 978-1-60202-065-8
Genre: Contemporary, GLBT (m/m)
Price: E-Book - $6.99
Print - $14.99

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Police Officer Dave Harris has just been assigned to one of the worst serial murder cases in Seattle history: The Dragon is hunting young Asian men. In order to solve the crime it’s going to take a bit more than good old-fashioned police work. It’s going to take handsome FBI Agent Robbie Taylor.

Robbie is an experienced Federal Agent with psychic abilities that allow him to enter the minds of others. You can’t hide your secrets and desires from someone that knows your every thought. Some think what Robbie has is a gift, others a skill, but when the mind you have to enter is that of a madman it can also be a curse.

As the corpses pile up and the tension mounts, so does the sexual attraction between the two men. Then a moment of passion leads to a secret affair. Will their love be the distraction that costs them the case and possibly even their lives? Or will the bond forged between them be the key to their survival?

Excerpt: (from publisher's website)

Just as he began to doze off on the couch the phone rang. He jumped, startled, then hopped up to answer it. “Hello?”

“Hey, gorgeous.”
Instantly his skin covered in goose bumps.

Laughing nervously, he replied, “Hey, Robbie.”

“You called? I just walked in and got my messages.”

“I…I just wanted to say hello. If you’re busy—”

“Not busy at all. Hello.”Dave could hear the smile in his voice. He felt completely tongue tied and anxious. “So, uh, crazy case, isn’t it?”

“You don’t want to talk about that.”

“I keep forgetting you can read my mind,” Dave laughed, then sat down at the kitchen table and toyed with the phone cord nervously.“I can’t wait to get my hands on you. You are absolutely fantastic.”

“Wow. I never thought I was.”

“You are. Believe me. You lift weights, right?”

“Yeah…a little.”

“A little,” Robbie answered with skepticism in his voice. “How much you bench press?”

“Two-eighty. Forget that. So, Monday night? After shift? You want me to stop by?”

“I do. There’s a parking garage under the building. As you get close, call me and I’ll open the gate for you and show you where to park.”

“Oh. Cool. Should I bring anything? Beer?”

“Beer…rubbers…lube…and whatever else you like.”

“Christ, I have to buy lube?” Dave laughed. “You buy the lube, I’ll get the rubbers.”

“Okay, babe. I know this is your first time.”

“Not my first.”

“No? You ever have a boyfriend before?”

Hating to be wrong about something like this, Dave didn’t answer.

After a pause Robbie said, “You’ve had sex with women, you mean.”

“Yes. That’s what I meant. Stop reading my damn mind!” Dave laughed again.“I’ll bet you can read mine.”

At the seductive nature of the comment, Dave replied, “Yeah. You want my cock.”

“See. It’s not that hard is it?”

“Wrong. It’s very hard.” When he heard Robbie burst out laughing on the other end, he wanted him tonight. Now.

“I would come, babe, but I’m very tired.”

“Stop it!” Dave teased. “You know this can be very dangerous!”

“I promise I won’t intrude on your deepest darkest thoughts. Or at least I won’t tell you about them.”

“On that note,” Dave smiled as he said, “Good night, Agent Taylor. See you Monday night.”

“I’ll be there. Hopefully we won’t meet up at another scene earlier, but if we do, so be it.”

Cringing at going to yet another massacre of a young man, Dave’s good mood vanished. “Hopefully not.”

“Don’t worry. You won’t dream about it. Get some sleep.”

“Thanks. See ya soon.” He hung up and stared at the phone. “I better not dream about it,” he warned himself. Then he reclined again on the sofa and stared at the idiot box, trying not to think dreadful thoughts.

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Breaking the Rules by Sage Burnett

2008-04-06T13:25:00.004-04:00

Another man in uniform here! But can he keep his cool when this vivacious woman manages to break not only a few laws but also past this deputy's surly demeanor?

Take a break to find out!

Stephanie

Breaking the Rules
by Sage Burnett

Publisher: Phaze
ISBN 1-59426-463-5
Genre: Erotica/Romance
Length: Heatsheet

Price: $2

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What happens when Montana law enforcement officer, Deputy David Burton, a stickler for following the rules, runs head first into Holly Ames, a provocative redhead that has a tendency to bend the rules? The redhead not only infuriates him because of her nonchalant attitude about breaking the law, she also makes his blood run hot with lust and carnal desire.

Holly Ames isn't a criminal, she's merely a free spirit. The hunky, go by the book deputy ignites erotic yearnings burning deep inside of her. Holly knows she can't keep disregarding the law to see the studly deputy again, so she comes up with a plan. Will Holly's seductive scheme entice the sexy cop into her bed?

Excerpt:

Back molars ground together for the third time since stopping her. "Ms. Ames," he repeated.

"I'm going to issue you a written warning this time." He'd buckled and damned if it didn't piss him off. "Next time, I'll issue you a citation."

Another bright smile lit up her face. If she didn't stop smiling at him, he'd damn well issue her a ticket for harassing an officer of the law. For the first time he noticed a small dimple in her left cheek. Just one, not two, which made the one dimple all the more sexier.

Straightening to his full height, he flipped open the ticket pad and proceeded to write out a warning.

"That's so generous of you, Deputy. I wouldn't want to ruin my good driving record."

Without looking at her, he said. "You will if you keep speeding."

"This was a one time thing."

His gaze darted down, noticing the innocent expression on Holly's face. Yeah, right. He had no doubt a woman like Holly Ames always got her way with men. Add another notch to her belt concerning him. If he didn't stop grinding his teeth together so tight, he might ending up cracking them.

David signed the slip and tore it off the pad. Bending down, he held it out. Holly took the paper without a word. Not giving the written warning the attention it deserved, she tossed it on the passenger seat, which added to his teeth grinding problem.

"Thank you, Deputy Burton."

If she smiled at him again, he would demand the warning back and write out a real ticket. Holly seemed to sense his mood because her expression turned serious. "I promise to behave." Several seconds later a twinkle sparked in those green eyes. "Scout's honor."

"No walking on the lake."

Placing her hand on her chest, she looked at him. "Oh...please. I learned my lesson the other day."

"Uh...huh."

Their eyes locked and held like two magnets stuck together. Before he had a full fledged hard-on, David straightened away from the vehicle. She poked her head out the window, cheeks painted a becoming pink.

"Have a great day, Deputy."

Jaw tightening, he said through clenched teeth. "Keep to the limit."

"Yes, sir."

Reviews:

By creating characters who steal your heart and also giving them intriguing storylines, the books by Sage Burnett constantly satisfy her readers. In this story about a strict police officer and a carefree woman, the situations which arise around them are frequently amusing yet sometimes rather frightening. Several of the situations had me chuckling, especially when the unsaid thoughts of the characters are divulged. Though neither David nor Holly let their innermost thoughts be spoken aloud, their actions regularly reveal how they truly feel about the other, sometimes with fiery results. The instance David is met, I was drawn to his take charge attitude which hid the more relaxed side he never wanted disclosed. Holly, on the other hand, seemed to not have a care in the world, but she actually often felt vulnerable. Ms. Burnett certainly knows how to give readers a well-developed story, one full of sincere emotions, combustible sexual tension and heated passions. BREAKING THE RULES combines a heartfelt romance with passionate moments and the perfect humorous situations to create a stirring story.
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Straw into Gold by Nina Merrill

2008-04-01T14:50:00.004-04:00

Straw into Gold

by Nina Merrill

Publisher: Amber Quill

ISBN: 978-1-60272-133-3

Genre: Erotic Fairy Tale / Fantasy / Witchcraft / Magic / Historical / Rubenesque / Voyeurism

Length: Novella

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When the king overhears Bella's drunken father boasting of her prowess with spindle and wheel, he imprisons her until she spins straw into gold. If she cannot do as her father claims, her life will be forfeit.

Desperate to keep her head, Bella makes a series of bargains with a voyeuristic kobold, who will spin the straw into gold—for a price. Bella has nothing to trade. Nothing, that is, except her body.

The handsome captain of the guard also desires Bella from the moment he arrests her. At first, Rumpelstiltskin is content to watch the intimate encounters between Bella and her captain, but soon enough, he wants to touch, and then to taste. And the king, whose greed calls for more and more gold, is also interested in this quick-thinking, sexy lass.

Bella can't tell which would be worse: losing her head, losing her heart, or the depraved touch of the kobold...

Excerpt: (from publisher website)

...He’d come for her, just as I’d thought he would. I’d expected a longer chase, but she played the coquette for only a few minutes before he kissed her.

She liked leather, did sweet Bella. Her hands went to those long boots time and again. They undressed each other turnabout. He untied her sash and tossed it aside before unlacing her. His forefinger tugged at the drawstring neck of her gown and his hands delved within, surfacing with those heavy, rich breasts cupped one in each palm. Her chest heaved as though she’d run all the way from the mountains, and when his thumbs rubbed back and forth over her peaking nipples, her eyes closed and she groaned aloud. My cock, already hard, pulsed to hear her voice thickened with passion.

They were too self-absorbed to hear me breathing heavily high in the shadowed rafters. I slipped to the center of the room, where I had a better view. I settled into the angle where a crossbeam met a pair of trusses, and opened my cod.

The gown was loose enough that, without its bindings, a simple shrug sent it puddling around her ankles where she stood in the pale gold of the straw.

Her skin was flawless, except for a small sprinkling of freckles on the angle of her shoulder blade. The silk of her hair, the color of rusty iron ore, hung loose down her back. He put his hands in it and lifted it forward, arranging it carefully over her breasts, only to explore their peaks through the long strands with his mouth. Bella caught hold of his shoulders as if his mouth on her nipples—the nipples that would have made warm, sweet milk for me, had she only agreed, the bitch—took the strength from her legs. I held fast to the nearest truss with one hand, while I wrapped the other around my rigid cock.

After a few moments of this nuzzling, she lifted his head from her breasts and began stripping the leather laces from the placket of his shirt. He laughed at her impatience, but did not help her. When the neck was loose enough to pass over his head, she knelt at his feet, rising slowly with the hem of his shirt in her hands, bundling the fabric as she rose. He obliged when she murmured, “Lift your arms.” His linen shirt joined the pile of clothes, and she kicked away her gown when it tangled around her feet. The whiteness of her pantalettes glowed, but against her skin the cloth looked harsh.

Her mouth followed her hands.

She kissed her way upward, from his navel along the furred furrow of his midline. She caught first one nipple in her mouth—biting, from the look of him as he gritted his teeth and clenched his hands in her hair—and then the other.

She was no innocent, was lovely Bella. She knew that a little sting made the wet heat of her mouth something dangerous but irresistible.
I slowly stroked my cock from base to leaking tip. Just one stroke. More, and my pleasure would not keep pace with theirs, and I could be discovered. It grew and firmed under that one touch, and I panted hard.
When his shirt was gone, she turned her attention to his codpiece. The closing was complicated, it seemed, but then I saw she was teasing him, brushing her hands over the fabric, scraping her nails around each button. His pelvis jerked toward her with every touch, and she laughed softly.

It was a wicked laugh.

A knowing laugh.

The laugh of a woman who knew how to fuck, and liked it...

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Demon's Triad by December Quinn & Anna J. Evans

2008-03-28T14:23:00.004-04:00

Sorry for the break. Deadlines can be a bitch. However, I've enjoyed browsing through the publishers to create a new list of books I've found. Some are familiar authors, some new. All in a variety of genres. Keep stopping by to see what book I've posted for the day.
The book today looks very intriguing and is on my list for the next spending trip to Ellora's Cave.
Marty

Demon's Triad
By December Quinn & Anna J Evans

Publisher: Ellora's Cave
ISBN #9781419912542
Genre : Paranormal / Menage a trois or More Book Length: Plus Novel

Price: $6.49 (e-book)

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What's a witch to do when her coven has been cursed with a celibacy spell?

Break it. By any means necessary. Aleeza dips into gray magic to scratch the itch that's been driving her crazy. She never dreams deviating from the "white magic only" policy of her coven will land her in the middle of a serial-murder investigation…or in the arms of two magnetic men.

Ferrin and Dorand plan to find their woman's murderers and make them pay — with their lives. But when a spell to communicate with her spirit awakens a forbidden lust, their quest to catch a killer becomes even deadlier. A legacy of demonic evil two thousand years in the making is about to begin. One misstep and innocent passion becomes tainted desire, and three true lovers…a demon's triad.

Reader Advisory: Contains scenes of male/male sexual contact. This book is not for the faint of heart and contains non-gratuitous scenes of rape and incest.

EXCERPT: (from publisher's site)

“Can we just get to the briefing so I can go home and clean up before I head into enemy territory?” All that training paid off. Lies came so easily to her now.

“They’re not my favorite coven either, but they’re the client and I expect you to treat them with respect. Amiantos might not be our friends, but neither are they the enemy.”

“They might as well be.”

“You can’t really believe that, Al. Sometimes it works out between the Gunera and the Amiantos. Just because your father—”

“Damn it, Gavyn, are you going to brief me or not?” She stood up, anger suddenly boiling in her chest. How dare he, how dare he talk like this? Who did he think he was? She wanted to hit him, to punch him, to slice his throat with her nails and let his blood run—the desire was so strong for a minute she thought she’d done it. She saw Gavyn’s limp body on the floor, saw herself standing over him, laughing, sucking his power into her body…

What the hell?!

“Aleeza? Aleeza! Are you okay?” Gavyn’s hands squeezed her arms so hard it hurt. Her vision cleared and she saw that his face, only inches away from hers, was thankfully unmarked. Had she really seen that? Goddess, had she really imagined doing something so terrible to Gavyn, her coven leader, her friend?
Her legs shook as she sank back into the chair. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“I am, I’m just…I’m just tired. Could you get me something to drink, please? Preferably something with caffeine?”

“Caffeine might not be a good idea if you’re unbalanced today,” he said, actually looking as if he might regret having given her such a hard time. “I have—”

“Just anything. Please.” Please, let him leave her alone for a minute. He needed to leave her alone for a minute. Because the image of his broken body still shone in her head like a bright new penny and she had no idea why, but the thought of hurting him made her pussy throb.

Something was definitely wrong, horribly wrong.

The feeling of foreboding didn’t disappear when Gavyn brought her some orange juice and started briefing her on the new job.

“Three witches murdered,” he said. “All on Fire Festivals. The first was Rimer Lorcan, at the Spring Equinox. Rimer was a loner, a petty criminal. He’d been covenless for years, and pissed off more people, super and human, than you can count on two hands. Everyone assumed it was a revenge killing until they did postmortem.” The picture she pulled from the file was so lurid with blood Aleeza had to close her eyes for a second. “They found evidence of ritual murder. Magical symbols carved into his organs—the ones they didn’t take, anyway.”

Aleeza swallowed hard.

“Next was Carantha Smoler, on Beltane. This one was better documented than the first, more pictures, close ups of the symbols in the organs.” A picture of a woman’s battered, broken body seemed to leap out of the file at Aleeza. Tears sprang to her eyes. The woman was lovely—had been lovely. For a moment it was almost as if she could see her smiling, laughing…Aleeza shook her head. She was more tired than she’d thought. She’d never had psychic flashes like these before.

Unless the sex spell had opened her up somehow. She didn’t even want to think about that, couldn’t think about things like that until she was far away from Gavyn.

Whatever that odd flash was, it didn’t happen with the next picture.

“Lymera Brown.” Gavyn shifted on the arm of her chair. “Lammas. The Amiantos have no leads. Since the murders all took place in the forest, they’ve been the ones responsible for investigating, even though only two of the victims—Rimer and Carantha—were theirs. Lymera was Phillias coven, but she was going to marry an Amiantos, so they feel she was theirs too.”

“And now they want us to find the killer?”

Gavyn nodded. “Not only that. They want us to prevent the next murder, which if the perps follow their pattern will take place on Samhain…not quite a month away.”

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At the Mercy of her Pleasure by Kayelle Allen

2008-03-17T08:01:00.004-04:00

At the Mercy of her Pleasure

by Kayelle Allen

ISBN 1-59578-035-1

Publisher: Liquid Silver Books

Cover Artist: Laura Givens

Genre: Sci-Fi

Length: Full length

Price: $5.95

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The beautiful rebel NarrAy Jorlan hires professional thief Senth Antonello to retrieve a vital piece of data the Conqueror killed her scientist parents to gain. When Senth nabs it, the Conqueror turns the tables and holds his brother hostage to coerce him into returning the item.

NarrAy must choose between completing her mission to provide the rebellion with a device that will win their freedom, or allowing Senth to save his brother's life. Her duty is clear. But how can she let the young man she's come to love lose the brother he only just discovered he had? Or is there a totally different option. . .
Once he tastes her passion, he'll always be At the Mercy of Her Pleasure.

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Find more of Kayelle Allen's books at her website - http://www.kayelleallen.com/

Saving Will by Stephanie Vaughan

2008-03-16T18:54:00.004-04:00

Looking for a few good--if not hard-headed--men in--and out--of uniform? How about your own personal navy seal! This heroine has her work cut out for her but this soldier is out to win the on Love in the end!!

Stephanie

Saving Will by
Stephanie Vaughan

ISBN 978-1-59426-804-5
Publisher: Phaze
Genre: Romance - Erotica - Contemporary

Price: $6.00

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Will Bruschetti's life is simple. As a Navy SEAL he trains hard, works hard, and plays hard. Experience has taught him not to trust anyone outside the teams -- a woman least of all. But Will never expected to meet anyone like Lee Ann.

Newly relocated to San Diego, Lee Ann Hunt has traded in her expensive lifestyle as one of Hollywood's top entertainment attorneys to do something that matters to her. Smart, sexy and caring, Lee Ann is the epitome of everything Will ever wanted in a woman.

Burned before, Will knows the military life is a relationship killer, and vows to enjoy what the lovely lawyer has to offer while keeping his heart safely out of play. But for once, safe is a lonely place to be. Can Lee Ann save Will from himself?

Excerpt:

The sound of a woman's high heels on his driveway drew him slowly back from his reverie of self-pity. Jesus, if this day got any worse he'd have to shoot himself. Although, as much of a son of a bitch as he'd been to his teammates lately, he didn't think there would be any lack of takers for someone to just do it for him. Hell, he could probably sell tickets to the show and make a pile. Of course, he'd be dead and the money wouldn't do him any good, but that was sort of the point. Wasn't it? Just someone to fucking take him out so he didn't have to deal with it all any more?

Christ, Bruschetti, he thought, listen to yourself, could you be any more pathetic? Even he was sick of listening to himself bellyache. Sick of feeling shitty. Sick of his life. Sick of himself.

A five-mile swim in the pre-dawn hours, immediately followed by the day's usual load of PT had left his arms and legs exhausted and his lungs burning. Usually the outlet of the physical training that was so integral to his life and work was his best source of relief. Alcohol was stupid and self-destructive, and sex was out of the question. Today he'd swum, then lifted weights, and finished off with a longer-than-usual run--and he was still pissed off and not fit to be around.

But the sound of what was undeniably a woman coming up his driveway and the smell of something infinitely female had him pulling his head out from under the hood of his classic BMW and wiping his hands on his jeans as he turned to see what new torment was about to be added to his day.

Ah, if it wasn't his new little neighbor. They hadn't met yet, but he'd noticed the moving truck last week. And he'd sure as hell noticed the legs she showed off every night, climbing down out of an SUV that cost more than he made in the last two years, in her tight little suits. If he'd been a total lowlife, he'd have given in to the temptation to get out some binocs and see what kind of underwear she wore underneath those ass-cupping skirts she must paint on. Thong, he'd be willing to bet. It would just be a confirmation of what he knew in his gut, though. Oh yeah, she was definitely a thong kind of woman. But he considered himself only a moderate lowlife, so he'd settled for staring hard through his window and willing her skirt to--just this once, sweet Jesus--split.

He sized her up from her high-heeled feet to her buttoned-up suit coat to her upswept wheat colored hair. Uptight didn't begin to cover it. He was surprised it took the sound of her heels to alert him to her presence. The squeaking of her ass cheeks should have been enough. He kept his expression neutral, but seeing her up close just confirmed what he'd known instinctively: that she was exactly the kind of woman that chapped his butt royally. A hot little package, perfectly displayed to showcase something no man was ever going to get his hands on.

She smiled and thrust out a hand, as if to shake. "Hi. I'm your new neighbor. Lee Ann Hunt. Nice to finally meet you."

He held up his hands and shrugged, indicating the grease on his hands; as though that was the reason he declined to shake her hand. These days he did his best not to touch any woman, unless he absolutely had to.

"Will Bruschetti. Pleased to meet you, too, ma'am."

She looked across the street toward her house, and he could see through the big picture window that the moving boxes no longer obscured the view.

"I finally got everything put away and I'm..." She looked back and her voice trailed away as her gaze flickered over him. She stopped at his chest, her eyes going slightly wider for just a second.

He wondered what her problem was. What? She'd never seen anyone actually working on their own car? In her world, no doubt, underlings in greasy jumpsuits whisked away any vehicle that had the bad taste to malfunction to the never-neverland of broken things. They would be returned later, but only after the problem had been solved and they were once again trouble-free. God-forbid she should be inconvenienced or--perish the thought--chip a nail fixing it herself.

He glanced down to make sure his fly wasn't open. That wasn't it. No, her eyes were definitely fixed on his chest. It was an okay chest--women, especially, usually didn't mind looking at it. And--bingo--there it was.

He hadn't cared what shirt he'd pulled on when he'd come home and realized the water pump on his twenty-year-old BMW--that he'd been hoping would make it one more pay period--had finally given out. The dirty, sweaty, pain in the ass job was going to take up what should have been his last day off for the foreseeable future. But it figured a princess like her wouldn't appreciate the sentiment expressed in the one-line slogan on the shirt his hand had pulled at random from his drawer: "Let the fucking begin".

Will fought a smirk as she put on her game face and struggled to pull herself together. Her eyes narrowed briefly, before she began again.

"Uh ... I'm having a few friends over for a house warming tonight. And I just wanted to say that in case the music gets a little loud..."

Her voice trailed off again and he almost chuckled out loud at the way her eyes slid away, only to return again and again to his chest. He hadn't felt this sense of childish delight since the time he'd let loose with a championship-quality fart during mass and the priest had nearly given himself whiplash doing a double take, trying to pinpoint the offender. The sensation was so strong, he braced for his mother's elbow to his ribs. But she had it together again, and continued on.

"So if the music gets a little loud, just come bang on the door. We shouldn't be going very late, anyway. Or, if you're going to be around, why don't you come by for a while? We'll have food and beer. Nothing too exciting, but if you're not doing anything, we'd love to have you."

He had to give her credit. Whatever she did for a living not only paid well, but required her to think on her feet and keep her cool. Probably some advertising executive downtown. He could just see her, pitching ideas for soap commercials for two-hundred dollars an hour. What must that be like? Being paid forty-thousand for thinking up "Zoom, zoom," or "Can you hear me NOW?"

And the entire time she was standing up in front of the boardroom, rattling off sales statistics and ripping through her Power Point presentation, she'd be fingering the top button on her blouse. No doubt she'd crank up the air-conditioning so that her nipples were perky and make sure her shirt gapped open when she bent over to point out some completely obvious point in the handouts. She'd use that sweet body to sell her catch phrase and have some dumbass corporate stiff completely stiff for her. Mr. Corporate-type would be so enthralled thinking about having her bent over the boardroom table, that he'd nod like a bobble-head doll and fork over the big bucks that paid for her big bucks wheels and thousand dollar suits.

"Thanks for the heads-up, but don't worry about the noise, ma'am. I can sleep in a war zone. A little music won't bother me."

What probably sounded like gross exaggeration was truer than blondie would ever know. He really could sleep in a war zone--and had on more than one occasion. He just wished he could sleep anywhere else.

"Well. Okay then." She paused to look down at his shirt one more time. "It was nice to meet you, Will. And please come by for a little while, if you can. I really would like to have you."

She turned to go and Will felt his eyes drawn irresistibly to the princess's seriously luscious backside. Long, lean legs with good definition to the muscle were shown off perfectly by her high-heeled shoes. And that ass, well ... he'd dream about that little darlin'. If he ever got to sleep.

"I really would like to have you." No, she didn't repeat herself; he was just hearing her words echo in his head like a shot fired in the eerie quiet of the desert. Oh, sweet thing. Not like I'd like to have you. Up against the wall, hard and fast. Stretched out on a bed, nice and slow. He could think of a half-dozen ways he'd like to have her--and that was just the first day. He didn't have to like her to want a little taste of what she had. Good thing it looked likely that the team would be shipping out any day now. Otherwise he had a feeling he'd find himself obsessing over some high-maintenance ass and rethinking this whole 'no sex' thing.

* * * *

Well. Hadn't that just been a little slice of heaven? She'd been called 'officious', 'prickly,' 'controlling,' and 'difficult' in her short but otherwise unremarkable career and those were just the ones actually said to her face. One could only imagine what went on behind her back.

She had faced down outraged professional athletes who hadn't been shown the money and rock stars in full tantrum because some hapless stoner groupie hadn't brushed her teeth three times before giving him a blowjob. She'd even stood up to her mother the year she'd had the audacity to choose to spend the Thanksgiving holiday weekend with a boyfriend in Colorado, rather than put in the requisite appearance at the family table.

But she couldn't ever recall experiencing quite the mix of embarrassment--and she wasn't sure what--she had just struggled through. What was so difficult about introducing yourself to a neighbor? Piece of cake. She met and dealt successfully with every difficult personality type on the planet for a living. So why could the previous five-minute interview now be included among the top ten most difficult of her life?

Oh, come on, sistah. Don't try to play yourself. Okay. So maybe it had to do with the little fact that Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Grumpy pushed buttons you didn't even know you had. One look in those big brown eyes and you were a goner.

Lee Ann shook her head to herself and kept on walking. She needed to get home and check a mirror to see if she had actually been drooling during their little tête-à-tête. Control was a core value for her and she'd never felt more out of it in her entire life; she had been caught in the grip of the most powerful personal charisma she'd ever come up against. That was saying something, considering she made her living babysitting half of People Magazine's Fifty Most Beautiful list. She'd spent time around enough of the firm's clients to know good looking when she saw it. But she'd never before experienced that helpless feeling of instantaneous, total physical attraction.

Will Bruschetti. My God, he was beautiful. There was no other word for it. She'd never met anyone so perfectly gorgeous, or ever been so embarrassed in her life. She'd frozen to the spot when he turned around and she'd gotten her first good look at her new neighbor. Well, the whole street was full of new neighbors to her, but that was beside the point. When she'd gotten her first up-close look at this particular new neighbor, that is. She'd only seen him from afar up until a few minutes ago and, aside from being able to tell he moved with an athlete's unselfconscious coordination and appeared to be well put together, she'd simply had no idea she had just moved in across the street from the planet's most attractive man.

It might help if I knew what I said to him. Lee Ann realized she had absolutely no flipping idea what they'd talked about. He fastened the most penetrating stare on her she'd ever experienced and she'd been mesmerized. She remembered his shirt, though. 'Let the fucking begin.' Oh my God. Like she'd needed a visual prompt to fantasize about him once she'd looked into his eyes and gotten a look at that body. That had been written on his shirt, hadn't it? It hadn't been some weird Carrie-like manifestation of her thoughts. Had it? Or worse, all in her head?

How utterly and totally humiliating. There had been an almost out-of-body quality to it. She had realized--as it was happening--that she was completely physically attracted and was just as equally helpless to do anything about it. Deer in the headlights, butterfly on a pin, glued to the spot; choose your analogy--that'd been her. She'd stood there looking at him and his perfectly proportioned, gorgeously muscled hardbody, listening to herself babble about God knew what ... and had had zero ability to do a damn thing about any of it.

Maybe she'd catch a break and find out he drank a lot and wouldn't remember anything about it the next time they met. No! They couldn't meet again. What if it wasn't some weird hormonally induced freak thing and it happened again? No, she just must be ovulating and her body was simply responding to some super-charged pheromones her sex-on-a-stick neighbor gave off. Yeah, that sounded good. Better than the alternative, certainly.

As she reached her front door, she consoled herself that at least she hadn't let it show on the outside. The only thing keeping her from marching inside and calling the moving company back to pack her things right back up again and move out was that she didn't think she had tipped her hand. At least her legal training, not to mention the lessons she'd learned at her mother's knee, had spared her the final humiliation of having her new neighbor realize exactly how attracted she'd been.

She gave thanks, and not for the first time, that at least mental telepathy and mind reading only existed in fantasy and science fiction books. She could still settle in and go about her life because her new neighbor couldn't have been reading her thoughts when she'd been gazing sappily into his eyes and thinking how wonderful that hair, that looked so soft and was cut so short on the sides, would feel caressing her inner thighs. "Let the fucking begin." "Now, please?" She'd almost blurted.

Reviews:

I loved this book. This author has a way of telling a story which captivated me and made me want more. There are surprises throughout the book, especially at the end. I recommend this book to anyone who loves to read about second chances, military or just a charming story with a beautiful ending.

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Readers can’t go wrong with Saving Will as it encompasses all the things a great romance story should. I’ve heard it said that Saving Will is a step away from Stephanie Vaughan’s norm. As this is my first book by her, I can only say that typical of her or not, I would not hesitate to read anything else that had her name on it. Hence my 5 Angel – Recommend Read rating!

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Predatory Game by Christine Feehan

2008-03-14T07:34:00.005-04:00

I'm a huge fan of Christine Feehan's Game series. I love the concept of the Ghostwalkers, along with all the intrigue and mysterious revelations about themselves and what Dr. Whitney did to the soldiers and the innocent orphans he experimented on. Mrs. Feehan just delves deeper and deeper into the psychotic mind of the Doctor who did this to his 'subjects' in a way that the character doesn't even have to be in the book.

Of course, I liked Jesse Calhoun the first time I met him a few books back. He showed strength and loyalty when he was captured and tortured, never once giving up his fellow Ghostwalkers. So I felt it his due to be paired up with a very special woman. I'm glad my wish was fulfilled.

If you are a fan of this series, her newest release is a must read. If you haven't read the series....what are you waiting for? :)
Marty

Predatory Game
by Christine Feehan

ISBN: 0515144282
Publisher: Jove

Available in Stores across the country

Print book

Saber Wynter is running from her past when she meets Jess Calhoun, an ex-Navy SEAL who is physically and emotionally compromised by his own mysterious and violent history as a GhostWalker. What Jess senses in Saber is a kindred spirit, a lost soul desperate for sanctuary. He offers her a home, job, and a haven where she can safely reveal the secrets that shadow her. But danger follows her, too. Now, the riddles of both their pasts are about to collide, shattering the promise of their future with the ultimate betrayal.

Read the first chapter here

For more information on Christine Feehan and her other series, visit her website - http://www.christinefeehan.com/

Dark Resurrection by John A Karr

2008-03-13T22:47:00.006-04:00

Dark Resurrection

by John A. Karr

ISBN: 1-59998-449-0

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

Cover art by Anne Cain

Genre: Horror

Price: $6.50

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Surgeon Victor Galloway kept death at bay in the operating room–now death has claimed him. Resurrected against his will, he must fight for his family and his soul.

Victor Galloway is a prominent surgeon and family man. When he suffers a heart attack, he claws his way to the phone and dials 911. The paramedics arrive, smile down at him and quickly administer a lethal injection.

Victor’s life is ending, but his nightmare has just begun.

Close to death and strapped to a gurney, he’s offered an unholy deal by Tobias, H.E.L.L.’s CEO: Use his surgical skills to harvest the living to feed the undead in exchange for immortality.

Refused but not to be denied, Tobias presses his unwilling recruit into the ranks of the undead. Whether by chance or divine intervention, Victor is different from the others. He is a monster with a conscience, a force for good ensnared by evil, and the only one willing to stand against Tobias and his burgeoning nest of zombies. He must destroy them, but doing so risks the lives of his family and the last hospital employee with a pulse.

This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.
Warning, this title contains the following: dark themes, graphic violence, language, gore, and a smattering of explicit sex.

Excerpt: (from Samhain site)

Victor whipped around, his back to the elevator doors. Jack stood thirty feet away, in the center of the hallway. His suit was unruffled and clean, without a drop of water on it, though he’d landed on the wet floor. And though Victor knew he’d tagged the guy pretty good with the punches, there were no marks on Jack’s face. Victor glanced left and right, desperately seeking a way out.

No stairs. No emergency exits.

Only walls. Walls of stone. The tunnel ran into infinity before him, sloping ever downward.

The lone avenue of escape was at his back. If he could pry open the doors, he could climb the elevator cables to the ground floors. But first he had to get rid of this “Jack O’Feliz” before it changed into that beast again.

Jack strolled toward Victor. His hands in his front pockets caused a fold in his suit jacket around the middle. His tie hung arrow-straight. Take away the glowing scarlet of his eyes and he could have graced the cover of Businessman’s Weekly.

Victor tensed, ready to spring.

Jack smiled, and now long fangs showed. “Really, Victor. I do admire your tenacity. Usually the rejects Tobias sends down here follow me around like puppies, begging and whining to be released. Not you. Oh, no, not you. You have the testicular fortitude to challenge me.”

He threw his head back and laughed, his glowing eyes squinting into flat crimson lines. His laughter was the same high-pitched sound Victor had heard when he was first rolled into this hell-tunnel. Maniacal laughter. Laughter that sprang from an insane mind.

Now.

He rushed the smaller man, hoping to take him by surprise. He didn’t want to wait to find out what treatments Jack might have in store for him. From ten feet away, Victor launched into the air the same way he’d done as a linebacker in high school. But just as his shoes left the wet floor, Jack’s form shimmered before his astounded eyes. Clothes disappeared. Black fur sprang over a bestial body. The thing that had been a short, slender man was suddenly huge—a mass of muscle and sinew and slavering jaws.

It leaped at Victor.

The huge head and shoulders and claws filled Victor’s vision. In mid-air, he collided with the beast. The impact threw Victor backward as if he were straw.
The beast enveloped him. It snarled and growled, sliced him open with its claws and sank its fangs in him again and again in a whirling blur of motion.

He had no chance to fight back. Victor heard his bones crush, his tendons snap, his flesh rip apart. In rapid succession, the beast tore Victor’s arms and legs from his body. No pain, but instant power loss.

From a far away point of sentience, Victor wondered if this beast would kill him after all and disregard Tobias’ wish to merely “straighten him out”.

Victor prayed so.

But the beast backed off and squatted on its haunches. Slaver oozed as it held Victor’s detached left leg between its jaws. It watched Victor with eyes narrowed to burning slits of rage. The tendons of Victor’s leg hung like wet spaghetti to the femur bone. The beast shook the leg violently, like a wolf shaking a rabbit to snap its neck, then gobbled it down in three massive bites. Victor could see the bulging outline of his leg as it traveled down the beast’s throat. He wanted to turn away, but he could only watch in sickened awe.

Jack answered to no one. That much was clear.

Somehow Victor remained aware of his surroundings. He could see the tunnel and the way the beast filled it.

Jack laughed at him through the throat of the beast. “You have no arms or legs, Victor…and yet you’re not dead. Isn’t that a wonder to you?”

Victor stared.

“Speak!” The beastly voice rumbled from the depths of its massive chest. “You can still talk. You still have the life-sustaining stomach within your chest cavity. Properly nourished, it will create the black energy that will power your undead body. Speak to me, Victor!”

The beast’s blackened lips drew back even farther, exposing row after row of long teeth in a vicious smile.

“Kill me and be done with it,” Victor cried.

“Ahhh…still he fights back. Good, good. You have a strong will, Victor. The strongest I’ve encountered in a long, long time.”

“Bastard!”

The beast blinked. “How did you know?”

A long moment passed.

“I could keep you like this, you realize. Give you just enough nourishment to keep you going in this pathetic state. I could keep you like this for eons.”
Victor knew the beast spoke the truth.

“But it is not my wish to do this,” the beast continued. “I do not serve Randolph Tobias—far from it—but we do have an arrangement. I break in his rejects, and he provides me with supply.”

“Supply?” Victor whispered.

The beast grinned. “Bodies and souls.”

Suddenly the beast shrank, changed, and in its place stood the human-looking form of Jack O’Feliz in that natty suit and tie, black-gloved hands clasped before him. “Get up, Victor.”

“I can’t. You tore my…”

“So I did. But that was a moment ago. Things can change quickly down here, you realize.”

Jack regurgitated Victor’s leg.

Victor looked down at what was left of his body, expecting to see only a torso and torn ligaments and tendons. Instead, his body was whole once more. His limbs had reattached in an instant…without his feeling anything. Mentally he commanded each arm and leg to move, and they did. Victor raised himself then stood just as easily as he had when he’d first come out of the grave. Even his clothes were restored.

This is insane. It goes against all the rules…medicine, nature, logic.
But the rules had changed, and drastically. New parameters had been added, old ones had been modified, and many quite simply no longer existed.

Jack brushed nonchalantly at a piece of dust on the shoulder of his suit. “I rebuilt you in the same instant I changed back into this human form. Power is everything, don’t you think?” He held up a gloved finger. “Never forget what happens to you down here. When you go back up, you will take part in Tobias’ plan. If you fail in that task, you will be returned to me, and then you will be mine for all eternity.”

Had he been alive, Victor would have been paralyzed by fear.

He existed at the mercy of this unholy being.

“Follow me,” Jack ordered. He turned and strode down the tunnel, away from the elevator and the passage to the world above. Victor followed. He glanced back at the elevator from time to time, and each time it got smaller and smaller, until it completely disappeared from view. They continued down the scarlet hallway, their shoes echoing wetly before and after them. At some point they passed doors, large metal doors, all painted black. Victor heard moans emanate from behind some of them, silence behind others and screams from still others.

Victor didn’t want to know what horror they were experiencing.

He and Jack walked on, seemingly for hours.

At some point, Jack halted before a similar black metal door and turned to face him.

“Yours,” Jack said.

Victor eyed the black metal door. It had a latch handle with a keyhole and a large bolt thick as his wrist above that. The purpose of the bolt and metal door was immediately apparent—they were meant to keep people in. There was a small opening in the door, around head-level. Three small vertical bars ran over the opening.

A jolt of power crackled through the air. The lock clicked open and metal screeched. The bolt turned itself upward then shrieked through the metal containment holders. The door swung slowly open.

As with Victor’s manacles, Jack hadn’t physically lifted a finger to get the door open.

A small cell. Not much larger than the walk-in closet of the master bedroom of his house. No cobwebs, no signs of rats. No furniture. Barren. Four walls, a ceiling and a floor hewn from rock. Victor considered another try for the distant elevator.

He wouldn’t make fifty feet before the beast would be upon him.

Jack gestured with a gloved hand for Victor to proceed inside the cell.
An invisible push helped him stumble in.

The door swung shut, the lock and bolt clicking and sliding into place. Jack’s glowing eyes peered through the barred opening in the door, so bright they lit the cell.

“Not quite like home, is it? Oh, I almost forgot,” Jack said, raising his index finger. “Just a moment…don’t go anywhere.” His insane laughter bounded off the stone walls and drilled into Victor’s ears. Outside, a rising tide of moans rose in response.

Blue Ruin 1: Some Kind of Stranger by Katrina Strauss

2008-03-11T19:17:00.006-04:00

Katrina Strauss is an author I recently chatted with during a Loose-Id chat day. She's very nice and I have found that I enjoy her writing style. It only took me one day to read Some Kind of Stranger. Her character Blue and Derek are intruging and drew me in immediately. Especially Blue *drool* This story is a yaoi with strong BDSM theme, especially Domination/submission.

I often wondered the difference between the gay erotic romance I write and yaoi. It's been explained to me by a couple of yaoi writers, and I've read some, but it never really clicked in my head until this book. Ms. Strauss has done an excellent job with the beginning of the series. Her characters are sexy and it's not just another book about sex. The plot kept me intrigued as she feeds you a little here and there on their history. I'm looking forward to more :D I strongly recommend this book.

Marty

Blue Ruin 1: Some Kind of Stranger

by Katrina Strauss

ISBN: 978-1-59632-609-5

Publisher: Loose-Id
Cover Artist: P. L. Nunn

Genre: Yaoi - BDSM - Contemporary

Price: $5.99

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Derek Graves's desire for the perfect sexual "prisoner" has left him with a dark reputation and a string of jilted lovers. He needs a partner who wants the pleasure and the pain he can give. After his search lands him on the wrong end of the fantasy at the hands of ruthless predator, Derek returns to his accustomed hunting ground of Blue Ruin with one purpose in mind: revenge.

He gets it, but he also ends up rescuing the predator's next intended victim, a homeless blue-haired waif who is just Derek's type. He brings the incoherent young man home, needing to find out what he saw, and ensure he won't tell anyone. The scenario couldn't be more perfect to service Derek's dominant fantasies --

Shane "Blue" McGowan wakes up groggy, blindfolded, and chained to a stranger's bed. Upon finding himself in luxurious surroundings, the cunning Blue realizes two things: he has no desire to return to a life on the streets, and his handsome captor stirs strange and unfulfilled longings in him.

Manipulating the terms of his own "imprisonment," Blue swings a place to stay in exchange for his silence about a second stranger left beaten and unconscious behind Blue Ruin. To sweeten the deal, Blue agrees to become Derek's submissive. But as their relationship progresses, Derek finds himself wondering whether Blue is truly at Derek's mercy, or is Derek at his?

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: BDSM (including bondage, Domination/submission, spanking), homoerotic sexual practices (male/male), masturbation, strong violence..

Excerpt: (from Loose-Id site)

How y’all bitches doing tonight?”

With a toss of her ebony curls, the statuesque black diva greeted the crowd. The modest gathering of men seated near the stage hooted and wolf-whistled back.

“That bad, huh?” she asked, deadpan, hand on one hip. The crowd cheered louder. Her rouge red smile widened in approval as her hand fluttered against her ample breasts. “Yes, honey, much better, much better. Show me your love.”
She strutted and sashayed across the small stage, her sequined gown accentuating her curves as her stiletto heels clicked in time to the sway of her hips. “I’m Miss Doreena Dee Vine. That’s Dee for” -- she paused, primping her wig, patting herself on the butt -- “delicious.” She peered into the crowd and held out her hand, open-palmed. “Wait a minute now. Hold up, y’all, hold up.” She pointed one lacquered red nail. “Girl, what have you done to your hair?”

The busboy looked up from where he was clearing a table, surprised for the moment to find the spotlight turned on him. He grinned shyly, then mouthed something toward the stage.

“What’s that?” Miss Doreena asked, cupping her hand to her ear. “You say that’s your natural color?” Her jaw dropped in disbelief as she scanned the crowd, then fixed her sights back on her target. “So does that mean you’re blue all over?”

At the crowd’s laughter, the boy blushed pink to his blue-tinged roots and quickly went back to busing tables. Miss Doreena turned her focus to another unsuspecting audience member and continued working the crowd.

From the corner of the dimly-lit alcove, Derek Graves took in the drag queen’s antics. Reclined in his chair, his long legs stretched and crossed at the ankles, he turned the chrome butane lighter in his hand and tapped it against the scratched tabletop. Turn, tap, turn, tap. With his other hand, he nursed his third drink of the evening.

He watched; he waited. Turn, tap, turn, tap.

He wasn’t sure what had snapped him out of his stupor, a misery fest of self-loathing that had lasted the past few weeks. He only knew it was time to act, time to seek…

Revenge.

If only he could remember the asshole’s face.

Certain a simple sighting would jog his memory, he peered between wisps of his shoulder-length auburn hair and scanned the club, the alcove affording a good view of the premises while its occupants remained discreetly tucked in the shadows.

Blue Ruin, his preferred haunt in the Oakwood district for a few years now, with watered-down well drinks, bad disco music, and all. He’d found so many willing young men here, taken in by his easy cash and sleek vintage suits, their appetites further whetted when he’d lured them outside to his black Porsche -- a cheap model which he drove courtesy of a low-interest lease, but his passengers never knew the difference. Pretty boys, skinny boys, all of them over eighteen but their hands stamped Under 21, his instincts to their natures confirmed once he’d gotten them back to his place, and they’d easily submitted to his every carnal whim.

As always, post-libido guilt had plagued him afterward. As always, he’d come back to Blue Ruin, hunting for new prey, his sadistic urges renewed. Nearing his thirtieth birthday, he’d searched in vain for the one who would stay with him and let him raise things to the next level -- one strong enough to take the pain, yet submissive enough to relish the role of hapless victim.

And then three weeks ago, the tables had been turned. He’d found himself on the wrong side of the fantasy, his part in it nonconsensual.

A clatter of glass and ice broke Derek’s reverie. From a closer vantage, he saw that Miss Doreena had not been exaggerating about the busboy. A shock of bangs, dyed cobalt blue save for a strip of pure white, fell from beneath the black scarf that held the young employee’s hair back.

Forgetting, for a moment, his purpose for coming that night, Derek peered over the rim of his drink and watched the new boy. He took in the eyes smudged with kohl, the cheap plastic bracelets that ringed one skinny arm. Pierced ears added to the youth’s disaffected vibe, the row of studs on his left ending at the cartilage on top.

Despite the seedy surroundings, Derek assumed the owners only hired ages eighteen and up. Yet the boy’s lush, full lips and soft, cherubic features lent him a younger aura. Draining his drink, Derek plunked the glass down. Ice rattled around wedges of lime.

The ruse worked. His attention caught, the busboy stepped into the alcove. As he approached, Derek noted his build. Just his type, roughly five-foot-eight, making the boy half a foot shorter than he, with a pale and slender frame -- at least what Derek could make of it, given the oversized black T-shirt and wide-legged carpenter jeans.

In the shadows now, the busboy greeted him with a shy grin. “I’ll get those,” he offered, swiping Derek’s empty glasses into the plastic tub balanced at his hip.
Derek nodded and lit up another cigarette.

“Smoking’s bad for you,” the boy said, wiping the table with a damp rag. Derek noticed he used his left hand.

“So is breathing,” Derek countered, studying him intently.

The boy laughed, casting him a sidelong glance, then bit into his lip. He began to scrub the table more vigorously. Even in the dark, Derek could tell he’d just blushed. Reaching out, he placed his hand over the boy’s wrist and stopped him. The boy flinched in surprise, but he didn’t pull away.

“Tell the waiter I need another drink.” Derek gave the boy a pointed look. “I’ll be here a while.”

The boy darted out his tongue, just a little, and licked his lips. “Sure.”

Standing straight, he held Derek’s gaze a moment longer before turning to leave.
If he came back sooner than three drinks this time, Derek would take that as his cue and make his move.

He watched the boy walk away, his rhythm lithe and svelte beneath the baggy clothes. Derek entertained the prospects, the urges he’d repressed since his last visit to Blue Ruin rising full force. The things he could teach such an innocent, ripe for the plucking, perfect for training. With that enticing notion came an image of the skinny, blue-haired busboy, naked and tied to his bed, moaning in pleasure, crying in pain.

Instantly, his thoughts were bombarded with another vision. A bright flash of light. His own hands tied to a stranger’s bedposts, the rope cutting into the flesh of his wrists as he’d been pummeled from behind. The drug in his blood, the belt at his neck. He could barely breathe…another snap, another flash of white…
Derek sat straight, stifling the gasp that had nearly burst from his throat. He crooked his finger and loosened his tie.

“No,” he whispered. Never again would he take another in such a fashion; never would he do what had been done to him. And he was here to make sure it never happened to him, or anyone else, again.

A volley of boos and hisses erupted near the bar. Derek peered through the smoky din of the lounge and caught the muted television screen that hung above the drink rack. The late-night recap of the local news featured District Attorney James McGowan addressing the press at the courthouse steps on some latest ruling. His office had earned a reputation for its anti-gay bias in how certain cases were prosecuted, if at all. Combined with the policies of his equally homophobic cronies on the police force, it made for one tense relationship between Oakwood denizens and city law enforcement. In fact, it was that very prejudice and ineffectiveness that had influenced Derek’s decision not to go to the police after what had happened.

At least that was what he kept telling himself.

He caught sight of the pretty busboy, stopped behind the bar to alert the waiter. The boy gestured toward the alcove, then stared up at the screen, his face twisting in a scowl. He dropped the plastic tub with a loud rattle and turned away. Wiping his hands on his apron, he stormed off and disappeared into the bathroom, the door slamming behind. While the DA certainly proved unpopular among the crowd, Derek found the boy’s reaction particularly curious. Somehow it seemed…personal.

Miss Doreena chimed in, never missing a beat. “Now I know y’all bitches aren’t booing at little old me!” She squinted across the club at the television, then tossed her glorious fake mane in contempt. “Oh, that asshole! Jimmy McGowan, this next number is dedicated to you!”

A bass note sounded, and the disco classic It’s Raining Men began pumping through the sound system. On cue, the crowd started clapping in time to the beat while Miss Doreena launched into campy, choreographed lip synch.
Another half hour passed; patrons came and went, some in pairs, others alone. The busboy tended the tables in between. Derek plunked his fourth empty glass against the table. His head spun, a buzz finally hitting him. He lit a fresh cigarette, inhaling deeply. Smoke scorched his abused lungs.

A face in the crowd caught his attention. Sitting straight, Derek exhaled a thick plume of smoke. Through narrowed eyes, he stared across the lounge at the man who had just taken a seat on the main floor.

Could that be him?

He had the same blond waves, pleasant features, spotless smile. But Derek saw something different in the eyes, something dark and cold and remote. Why hadn’t he seen it that night, before he’d allowed himself to get talked into going home with someone who normally wasn’t even his type?

Just a drink, the asshole had told him, so Derek had agreed, thinking maybe it was time to play with someone his own age.

His vision dimmed. Anger rising, he started to stand, then stopped short. Beside the tall, blond stranger sat the blue-haired busboy. Apron off, he shared a drink with the man, popping open a single can of orange soda. He looked in the general direction of the alcove, his smile gone from shy to sly, and raised the can in toast, apparently sensing -- or hoping -- Derek watched.

Cute, thought Derek, his alarm tinged with jealousy. And you chose to have a drink with him instead, because he’s sitting in the middle of the club while I’m lurking back here in the shadows.

He continued to watch and wait. If they went outside, he’d follow them.
Minutes passed, only a few by the clock, but the wait tedious. The boy chatted with the blond, his body language open and flirtatious, yet his eyes drifting back to the alcove. The blond went for the boy’s hands a few times, going so far as to gently pry one from the can, but the boy played coy each time and pulled away, his gaze shifting toward the shadows and Derek.

What is this scamp playing at? Derek wondered. If the boy had been sitting with anyone else, he would have marched over there and stolen him away.
He watched; he waited. He detected the boy’s movements growing sluggish, and his eyes seemed a touch unfocused.

Surely the asshole wouldn’t be so bold as to drug the boy right there in the club?
He hadn’t observed the blond slip anything into the can, but then he was admittedly distracted by the boy, his sense of concern mixed with an inexplicable desire to protect -- and possess.

Suddenly, the boy slumped in his seat, his eyes glazed. With a cool glance around the club, the blond rose swiftly, hefting the boy with him. Derek froze, rooted to his seat, his best-laid plans of action, of violence, of sweet revenge eluding him.

The boy’s head lolled against the blond’s chest, yet somehow, his gaze found Derek’s, through the smoke and the shadows, and their eyes locked. He managed to mouth a single word before his jaw went slack.

Help.

Cold Warriors by Clare Dargin

2008-03-04T14:07:00.005-05:00

Cold Warriors

by Clare Dargin

ISBN: 978-1-60168-050-1

Publisher: Aspen Mountain Press

Genre: Science Fiction/Futuristic

Artist: Tuesday Dube

Price: $4.90

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When Caitlin Driskoll is awakened from a cryogenic stasis, she’s got a lot of adjusting to do. It’s a new century and the planet is at war. Once married to a Navy JAG, she now experiences life from the viewpoint of a Jarhead, and the view isn’t pleasant.

Colonel Medoro Keegan lost the two most important things in his life during his Marine career: his wife to friendly fire, and his ability to fly combat missions. Now, he’s stuck aboard the Blanchard as the XO. The Corps is the only family he has left and he’s not about to lose the last thing he values.

Until he meets Caitlin, who isn’t shy about telling Medoro what she thinks about his Marines. How can such beauty wrapped in an icy body have so much fire?
It’s the future, and a new kind of prejudice has replaced the racial prejudice Caitlin experienced in the last century. After all, when you’ve been given a second chance at life, you are expendable.

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Happy Birthday Marty!

2008-03-02T14:39:00.003-05:00

This is a special birthday post to my fellow ex-Roswellian, writer, and most Importantly Best Friend Marty Rayne! Today is her special day as is this her special post.

To think all this started with a lil alien show just a few years...and some stick figures LOL That one person's vision could draw readers out from all around the globe to leave feedback to an unknown writer because her writing is so truly HAWT that they had to give her her due. To watch those same people urge her, along with her husband, to take the leap to try getting published and to be able to see it happen step-by-step has been a gift I will always treasure.

You will ALWAYS have my continued support my friend and may the ink continue to flow in your future...the sooner the better.

Stephanie (Marty Rayne's Personal & Profesional Editor)

Now for a little something special-the first book we both got to work professionally on together.

Happy Birthday Marty!

2008-03-02T13:16:00.006-05:00

enWrappture by Marty Rayne

Publisher: Phaze
Length: Frost HeatSheet
Rating: 5 Novas
Genre: Contemporary, BDSM, Gay, Christmas themed

The sexy follow-up to At the Edge!

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We first meet young, charming, and sexy Christopher O'Malley on Valentine's Night in New York City helping his friends Michael and Todd complete their most hidden fantasies. This night helped Christopher create his own flights of imagination where love and bondage were once just a passing fancy , along with an erotic BDSM book series written by Master Stafon.

Spending the Christmas holiday on the east coast, Christopher finds himself without family or friends. That is until he meets little Emily, her mother Devyn and her uncle Mason…a writer whose pen name is Master Stafon.

Christopher is instantly attracted to Mason, even before he discovers the man's profession. As Christmas draws near, the holiday looks more appealing as Mason gives Christopher the opportunity of a lifetime. To experience some bondage play first hand. Could this be the gift that keeps on giving?

Excerpt:

"Uh, what is it that you do for a living?" Christopher asked, moving on to another grouping of frames.

"I'm a writer."

Christopher took a look at the desk holding a computer and clutter of papers then back at all the frames on the wall. There were fifteen in all.

"You don't write as Mason Romero, do you?" He asked, but already he knew the answer.

"No, I don't use my real name." Mason spoke softly, his breath fell on Christopher's neck. When had he moved so close?

Christopher reached out and touched one particular frame. Under the glass was the cover for Darrien's Temptation. Beneath the lettering was a picture of a man's back, his arms pulled behind his back and secured together with rope. Only it wasn't just around the wrists, but it wound up until it almost reached the model's elbows. His fingers trembled slightly as it ran over the smooth glass and imagined the feel of the course rope beneath his fingers.

It wasn't a flashy cover, but it had gotten Christopher's attention the year before, enough to buy the book. It had taken him only a day to read it, which was unusually fast for Christopher, who normally disliked reading unless he was absolutely bored or was forced to. That one book had opened a small fascination with the author's other books. In fact, the latest one, Hunger's Kiss, sat next to his bed waiting to be read.

"You're Master Stafon?" It was a realization more than a question.

"You know my books?" Mason's voice dipped an octave lower.

Shivers slipped down his spine. Christopher nodded, unable to get his voice to work past the lump suddenly stuck in his throat. He couldn't believe he was standing in the same room as Master Stafon. Or rather, the mind behind those erotically charged books.

Mason chuckled and backed away from Christopher. Though he wasn't looking behind him, he felt the shift in temperature at his back.

"Are you in shock or debating on running out of here screaming?" There was no humor in his question. It was almost more of an accusation, as if both of what he suggested had actually happened.

"Surprised, really." Christopher finally found his voice again.

Master Stafon's books were surrounded with controversy. Many of the religious groups protested of the supposed pornography that was being printed and sold in bookstores around the country. Others, including the BDSM and gay communities, actively supported the works of fiction that Master Stafon crafted. The plots were original, all based on male gay relationships with strong BDSM themes. Yes, the scenes were graphic and very explicit, but they also drew out the emotions of the characters. He'd never read anything constructed that was both erotic and romantic, despite the often thought of as taboo theme.

Christopher turned around to see Mason sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him. "Since this is Florida, can't really expect a dungeon below the house." He smiled. Not only was this man a piece of hotness, but he was also the creator of the stories that had fed Christopher's dark fantasies.

Mason didn't reply right away, his eyes studying him, as if he were sizing Christopher up. Christopher's stomach clenched with nervousness. Had he said something wrong? He hoped not. The allure of the attraction he felt toward Mason increased now knowing along what lines some of the man's imagination ran.

"Perhaps another time I will show you my dungeon." Mason sipped at his wine before standing. "But I believe Devyn and Emily are waiting with dessert."

"Wait," Christopher stopped him from passing, his hand on Mason's shoulder. "You really have one?"

Mason smiled, the dimple deepening. "Of course I do. But I only let those willing to play see it."

Reviews:

enWrappture - 4/5 stars from Rainbow Review"Yet again this author has woven a truly beautiful story that had me both eager to find out what happens next, but at the same time not looking forward to when the story would end. The story was both erotic and romantic, not an easy thing to achieve, but forgive the pun, Marty Rayne has mastered it wonderfully." ~ British Bull Dog http://rainbow-reviews.com/?p=152

enWrappture - Joyfully Rieviewed"I was excited about this sequel and couldn't wait to read it. I was not disappointed." ~Ley http://joyfullyreviewed.com/reviews/December07/enWrappture.MR.html

Angel Eyes and Demon Lies by CJ England

2008-02-28T08:01:00.004-05:00

Angel Eyes and Demon Lies
by CJ England

Publisher: Restless Winds Publications
Genre: Angel/Demon -paranormal

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Anael spends her days bringing romance and passion to those mortals in her care. But love is an emotion that she herself has never experienced. That all changes when she meets Orias, whose existence and beliefs are in direct contrast to her own,

Orias has one purpose in life...to use his gift of prophecy and divination to further his master's foul schemes. But when he discovers a forbidden passion with Anael, his priorities are suddenly challenged.

What will happen when their desire is brought to the light? Will they lose all they have together? Or will their love and need for each other make a Valentine's Day miracle come true?

5 Roses
CJ England brings impossible elements to romance and truly makes dreams come true. Her writing is powerful and you too will get caught up in Anael and Orias tale of love. I can’t wait to read more by this wonderful author.
Sierra from My Book Cravings

Excerpt (taken from CJ's website):

It was pitch black in the cold, lonely, frightening tunnel. The only sounds heard were the sullen drip…drip…drip of water and the noise of her footsteps as they squished into the slime covering the stone floor. Feeling her way along the rough cavern wall, she shivered when her fingers touched something small and hard that moved. It skittered away from her searching hand before she could do anything other than shudder in revulsion. She tiptoed along, trying to keep utterly quiet, knowing if she was caught, it would be her doom. The loathsome smell of decay tickled her nostrils, making her want to sneeze, but no matter how badly she wished she could head back upwards into the light, she kept going. She had no choice…not any more. What was down here was far too important to her.

She glanced around behind her, suddenly feeling as if she were being watched. Her heartbeat increased as she searched the gloom for what made her hair want to stand on end. But after a few minutes of deadly silence, she sighed shakily. This horrible place always made her imagination run wild.

Biting her lip, she continued downward. Her agitation increased as she realized she’d come much further than ever before. What was actually down here in these deep, dark chasms? She prayed she wouldn’t run into any of the actual inhabitants of the region. If that happened, than all her plans would be for naught. She eased around the corner of a large boulder. Its surface dripped with foulness and death, but she tried to ignore it. Soon, she would find what she’d come for and then all would be as it should. If she didn’t believe that, then coming to this forbidden realm would be the most foolish thing she could do.

She paused to get her bearings and shuddered again at the thought of being caught. Her fearful eyes tried to peer through the gloom as she again had the feeling of being watched. She took a step backwards and stopped short as she came up against a hard male body.

Adrenaline rushed through her as an arm snaked around her narrow waist, while a second one covered her mouth so she couldn’t scream. Oh God! She’d been discovered! What would happen to her now? Tears filled her eyes as she struggled. She knew no one would help her in this terrible place.

“You are trespassing,” a dark voice hissed in her ear. “Do you know what happens to those who enter our lands without permission?”

She grabbed at the hand pressed against her lips, but it wouldn’t budge. The one who held her was very strong, very stubborn and by the feel of his body against hers…very aroused.

“We do not see many of your kind here,” he murmured, pressing his nose against the frantically pulsing vein in her neck. “And real women are scarce in this place. I wonder…do you know what will happen, now that I’ve caught you?”

Unable to answer him, she just continued her struggle to get away. She clawed at his hands and when that didn’t do anything, she reached behind him to grab at his hair. But before she could get a handful, the man holding her released her mouth and whipped her around to face him. Pulling her against his hard body, she only had time to take one deep breath before his mouth came down on hers.

She froze instantly, feeling much like a rabbit did when pounced on by a hunting wolf. His mouth was hard and demanding, leaving nothing to the imagination. He forced her lips apart and ravaged her sweet mouth. She finally struggled when his hand smoothed its way up her body and cupped a warm breast.

He growled low in his throat and gave the soft mound a threatening squeeze. Gasping, she stilled again, knowing he was too strong for her to fight against. As if taking her stillness for surrender, he chuckled. “Very smart, angel. It wouldn’t do for you to make me angry.”

“Please—”

“Don’t beg,” he ordered. “You came down here, knowing what might happen to you. I’m just fulfilling that expectation.”

“I—”

“Be silent!” He squeezed her breast again then ran his hand down her hip to the short tunic dress she was wearing. “Now then…what surprises do you have for me?” He eased under the garment and up her rounded rear, plucking at her skimpy panties. “Very nice. Are they lace?”

She pushed against his rock hard chest. “Don’t!”

He laughed again. “Why not?” He backed her up against the moss covered rock and held her so she couldn’t move. His hand continued its exploration, moving over her womanly hips and up her flat belly. He groaned as he touched the warm swell of her naked breast. He held her tightly as he flicked his thumb over the tip, making it pebble beneath his touch. “Very nice.”

She struggled again. “Please…don’t!”

“Your mouth says no, but this…” He squeezed a nipple between his thumb and index finger and she gasped. “This says you want me to go on.”

For more information on CJ Endgland's other works and where to find her on the web, visit her website -- http://www.cjengland.com/

Change of Plans by Jamie Hill

2008-02-24T11:40:00.002-05:00

The theme for this book is What if your fantasy became a reality? Could you deal with the mysterious consequences both hot and sexy or dangerous and scary? That is the question Ms. Jamie Hill poses us in this climaxingly entertaining read.

I can't wait to see what she has for me with her next story! Be it from any of the genres she chooses to write in they're all a fantastic way to spend time enjoy a new world. Ms. Jamie is truly a wonderful person and excellent writer so take the time and get to know her yourself!

Stephanie

Change of Plans by Jamie Hill

ISBN: 978-1-59426-852-6
Publisher: Phaze
Genre: Contemporary
Length: 42 pages

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A blizzard paralyzes Denver, stranding spring break traveler Kelsie Stanton with an airport full of strangers. One man in particular captures her attention. She spends the first night sitting up and talking with handsome Tom Smith. When she's finally able to get a hotel room, Kelsie and Tom act on the passions that brewed all night long.

TV weather reports are interspersed with breaking news of an escaped convict, loose in the area. She vaguely realizes that the description fits Tom perfectly, but Kelsie is overwhelmed with passion and a serious case of lust. Will she discover the truth before it's too late?hjjvj

Excerpt:

Kelsie Stanton stared at the flight schedule screen, not believing her eyes. Flight 232 to Chicago, delayed. Flight 1924 to San Antonio, delayed. Most importantly, flight 1746 to St. Petersburg, Florida, delayed. It was snowing, but she didn't realize the weather was bad enough to cause all the delays. Not one flight appeared to be leaving on time.

She approached the ticket counter, where a dozen other people fired questions at the clerk. "When will the Chicago flight be leaving? We were supposed to be boarding by now." An angry-looking man pounded his fist on the counter.

"Do you know how long before they'll give clearance?" Someone else asked, and the clerk raised her hands with a shrug.

"Please, everyone." The uniformed woman tried to gain control. "The snow isn't letting up, and several more inches are expected. We haven't been told when flights will be taking off again. Unless the weather cooperates, it might not be tonight."

"Not tonight!" Several frustrated people echoed her words.

Kelsie moved away from the crowd. She doubted the clerk could give her any information. She'd just have to sit down and wait the storm out. Pulling her rolling carry-on behind her and clutching a backpack, which held her purse and other valuables, she found a seat near a television tuned to the weather.

"It's the third crippling blizzard Denver has seen this season," the announcer stated. "With seven inches on the ground and another foot anticipated, the airport, having already closed twice in the month of December, may be looking at another shutdown."

"Oh, for Pete's sake!" Kelsie pulled her cellular phone from her bag and dialed home. "Hey Mom," she said when she heard the pick-up. "Have you seen the weather?"

"Kelsie, thank goodness! Where are you? There's a blizzard out there. They've closed Interstate Seventy west of Russell."

"I'm at the airport in Denver, Mom. It looks like I may be here for a while. My flight's delayed, with no indication when it'll be leaving."

"At least you're safe. I was worried you might still be on the road."

"Nope, I made it. It wasn't snowing that hard when I left Kansas. It got worse the farther west I drove. I still didn't think it was bad enough to ground planes."

"They know what they're doing. I'd rather have you safe, then flying in this mess."

She chuckled. "You'd rather have me home than going to Florida for spring break, admit it."

"I didn't mind you going," her mother said hesitantly, but Kelsie knew it was a lie. Since her father died ten years ago, her mother had been extremely over-protective. It got worse right before she went off to college at Kansas State University. The school was only two hours from home, but it was located in a city much bigger than the rural town she grew up in. Her mother tended to be paranoid. She said she knew what kind of things happened in big cities, to which Kelsie could only chuckle. Everything that could happen to her in a bigger city had already happened to her in McPherson.

"Look, Mom," she said into the phone. "I'm going to sit here and watch the weather. I'll keep my phone on, and let you know when something changes."

"Okay honey," her mother replied nervously. "You should call your cousin Cheryl and let her know you've been delayed. She was planning to meet your plane."

"Yes, I will. Thanks Mom. I'll talk to you soon."

"I love you, Kels. Be safe."

"I will. Don't worry. Bye, Mom." She disconnected the call and shoved the phone back into her bag. Her cousin wasn't expecting her for hours. If she waited to call, she might have news.

A loud group of about eight guys passed in front of her, depositing their carry-on bags in the empty seats next to hers. "Go find out what's going on!" One of them slurred to another, and Kelsie rolled her eyes. Great. Drunken college guys. She really hoped they weren't on her plane, headed to Florida and the same spring break destination she'd booked. They were rowdy and obnoxious, and she could smell booze on them.

"Hey beautiful!" One of the noisy group, a greasy-haired beanpole of a guy, dropped into the seat next to hers. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or do I need to walk by again?"

She looked at him with disbelief. "Does that line ever work?"

He grinned. "I guess not this time. Hi, I'm Dave. What's your name?"

"Not Interested. Susie Not Interested."

"Hi Susie!" He turned to one of his nearby cohorts. "Jeff, this is Susie Not Interested."

"You moron!" Jeff hooted. "Not interested! Get it?" He cackled and the rest of his group laughed raucously.

Dave had a strange look on his face as he repeated her name to himself, and then muttered "D'oh!"

A man appeared from out of nowhere. He lifted Dave by one arm and scooted him towards his group. "Off you go, Dave. That's a good boy." He dropped into the now-vacant seat. "I'm guessing it isn't Susie, either." His gaze met hers.

She smiled nervously. "No, it's not. Thanks." Her instincts told her to gather her things and move to another row, but there was something intriguing about her new seatmate. His dark hair was buzzed into a short military-cut style, but his three-day beard growth didn't say Army. It said something more like bad boy, and Kelsie couldn't resist a good bad boy.

His brown eyes twinkled as he looked at her expectantly.

For some reason she murmured, "Kelsie. My name is Kelsie."

Reviews:

Change of Plans was an amazing story! Full of romance, passion, action and adventure, this is a must read for everyone. I was engrossed from the very first page and I was terrified of what the outcome would be. Jamie Hill has an marvelous talent of keeping readers enthralled and dying to know what's going to happen next. Kelsie has always been raised a "good girl" so it was nice to have her wickedness come to the forefront when she took a chance on Tom. I have to say, Tom struck me kind of funny...I wasn't sure if he was truly a good guy or a masterful liar. The ending completely caught me by surprise and that just makes me want to read more of Jamie Hill's books very soon!

Written by Manic Reader's Reviewer: Amanda

Change of Plans details a fantasy many of us have of meeting someone and falling into a sexual encounter the likes of which we never imagined. Yet it also hints at some of the dangers inherent in that type of fantasy. Doubts about just who Tom is fill Kelsie’s mind and as the “evidence” seems to stack up against him, Kelsie starts to doubt her instincts even though sexually he has given her more than she ever imagined. Change of Plans is full of subtle twists and turns that grabs your attention rights from the start and keeps it throughout.

Written by Sensual eCataromance Reviewer: Trang Black

At The Edge by Marty Rayne

2008-02-12T23:27:00.007-05:00

Looking for a quick, hot, Valentine read? Try my Fetish Heatsheet from Phaze. :)

Marty

At The Edge

by Marty Rayne

ISBN 978-1-59426-592-1

Publisher: Phaze

Genre: M/M, bondage, male menage

Length: Heatsheet

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Valentine's Day. A day for lovers. A day for romance. A day for fantasies.

Michael loves Todd, but their relationship has been rocky. Taking a break from each other, Michael goes to New York with friends. But on Valentine's night Michael learns the pleasure of living out a long secreted fantasy he'd only dreamed about, along with helping Todd fulfill his own hidden fantasy.

Join this couple as they find new heights of pleasure at the edge of ecstasy.

Elements: M/M, BDSM, MMM menage

Excerpt:

Todd shrugged. "It's Valentine's Day. Shouldn't lovers be together tonight of all nights?" His voice was casual, but Michael could hear the bit of charm that Todd could exude.

Christopher slowly nodded and took a step back. "But why is Michael tied up? Gagged?" His glance went to Michael.

"I'm helping Michael fulfill a fantasy. Just as he's going to help me fulfill one. Aren't you,Michael?"

Michael's stomach lurched at the smoldering look Todd gave him. His pulse raced so fast that he thought his heart would burst right there in his chest. Christopher. The third to Todd's threesome. Someone they both could trust.

Michael nodded and felt a shiver of excitement rush his spine.

"Being tied up? Gagged? Like a bad…" Christopher stopped and his eyes widened. "Oh. Um…" His cheeks became flushed as he realized what he'd stumbled into. He took another step back toward the door, but his eyes were jetting back and forth between Michael and Todd. "Well, then, I guess I'll go then."

"Wait," Todd said, his voice smooth. Michael watched as he stepped around the bed and approached Christopher. "Michael will need help with my fantasy. We were just talking about it and thought you would be perfect."

Christopher swallowed hard and his eyes went to Michael. "Talking about it, huh?" He licked his lips and Michael saw that his fingers twitched nervously at his sides.

"Of course." Todd assured him. "Weren't we, Michael?"

Michael knew what Todd was doing. Todd wasn't lying to Christopher. He just omitted the fact that he was the one doing all the talking. Michael nodded.

"Are you interested?"

Christopher eyed Todd with uncertainty. Michael understood his apprehension. He wanted to warn his friend but couldn't. What did Todd have in mind? Whatever it was Michael was sure that both he and Christopher would be surprised by it. Especially after having to go through such lengths to get Michael where he was.

"What do I have to do?"Weariness sounded in his question.

For more information about Marty Rayne, visit her website -- www.martyrayne.com

Escape by Jade Falconer

2008-02-10T17:50:00.000-05:00

Looking to sweeten your imaginations before V-day comes without the calories? How about a lil m/m to help burn up them off! This is my first m/m from Phaze and I must say Mr. Falconer is not on to be missed. He puts his own twist of fate to these lovers the likes of which they'll never look to another again.

Stephanie

Escape by Jade Falconer

ISBN 1-59426-957-2

Publisher: Phaze
Genre: M/M
Length: Heatsheet
E-book: $2

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A Phaze Fury Release!

Derek was stuck in a rut. His wonderful boyfriend, Jeremy, was too wonderful. He catered to Derek's every whim, but when it came to passion, Derek craved a lover that wasn't quite so gentle and understanding.

Angry and frustrated, he sought revenge. He was lured into the anonymous world of online hook-ups by a friend. He found a man who called out to his naughty, raunchy inner slut. But Jeremy might not be the only one surprised to find out about Derek's 'casual encounter'.

Excerpt:

"Um ... A couple of weeks, I guess. No, wait. It was three weeks. We had sex on opening night." Derek pulled his velvet blazer closer around him and adjusted his scarf before wrapping both hands around the paper cup filled with hot chai tea. It was still chilly, though the sun was bright for February.

"Jesus. You sleep in the same bed, don't you?" Johnny asked. "Three weeks. Damn. I'm not in a relationship and I've had more sex than that."

Derek pouted a little. "We work different shifts. I'm at the theater until kinda late. He goes to the studio kinda early. I keep hoping he'll get another Broadway show, so he'll be working the same as me, but it doesn't seem likely any time soon. He's composing for some independent film, and they all work nine to five." He shrugged. "It's no big deal, anyway." It didn't really feel like 'no big deal' to him, but he didn't want to sound bitter.

"No big deal? Derek. You're a fabulous gay man in a fabulous city. You should be getting laid every night."

Derek's scowl turned into a frown. "Actually, we're kinda in a rut, anyway. It's always the same. I mean, I know Jeremy loves me. He's always so..." He wrinkled his nose. "Tender."

Johnny grinned. "And you want hot, dirty fucking, don't you. Why don't you put an ad on Craig's List? Go have some anonymous fun. It'll be good for your relationship. Do something really kinky and hot and get it out of your system."

Derek had to admit that it was true. He loved Jeremy, but he wanted that kind of passion, that desperation. The more time passed, the more he started to feel resentful about it. He deserved that, and Jeremy wasn't providing it.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" Johnny said. "Good. You should. It's not right for you to live a celibate life. It's just not right."

Derek changed the subject. He was thinking about it, and the more he did, the more it appealed to him. In a little while he headed home to shower after their yoga class and get ready to go to the theater. He loved acting, and he was fortunate to have landed his role. He knew he couldn't give it up for anything, because the more exposure he got, the better his career would be in the future.

He'd met Jeremy in the theater, when the sweet, shy composer was working on a play that Derek was auditioning for. Jeremy had spent some time working with the chorus, and Derek had caught his eye. When they'd started dating, they'd instantly become inseparable, and for a time, their schedules matched perfectly. They would make sweet, gentle love until the early morning hours and then lie in bed half the day before they had to drag themselves out.

Now, though, they barely saw each other most days. He wanted Jeremy, but ... he wanted more, too.

Reviews:

Escape was an eccentric and stimulating story. Jade Falconer really knows how to captivate a reader right from the beginning. The characters are easy to relate to with everyday problems. This is definitely a recommended read. – Sensual Reads

Escape by Jade Falconer is a highly erotic, M/M short story that will have you wishing for a cold shower. There are sub-themes of some mild fetish behaviors, including spanking and light BDSM elements. This is a very hot little tale, and the plot twisted just enough to keep readers on their toes. While characters are not highly detailed, the smoking-hot eroticism certainly is, and will heat up a cold winter’s night. At just over twenty pages, it’s exactly the right length for a quick, heated read. While this story was a bit too over the top for my taste, I can still appreciate the plot and passion that is evidenced in its pages. Four Angels!
– Fallen Angel Reviews

Jilted by Leigh Ellwood

2008-01-21T23:11:00.000-05:00

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.
Marty

Jilted
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.

Into the Heat by Kate Burns

2008-01-20T06:36:00.000-05:00

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.

Stephanie

Into the Heat by Kate Burns

ISBN: 1-59426-999-8

Publisher: Phaze

Genre: Contemporary
Length: HeatSheet

E-book: $2

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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.

Excerpt:

"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.

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“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.

Catnipped by Dakota Cassidy

2008-01-16T16:41:00.000-05:00

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!

Marty

Catnipped
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?

Reviews:
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 www.changelingpress.com)
“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.

For more information on Ms. Cassidy's books, visit her website - www.dakotacassidy.com

It Takes A Thief or Two by Sherrill Quinn

2008-01-15T16:22:00.000-05:00

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

It Takes A Thief Or Two

by Sherrill Quinn

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

Publisher: Amber Heat

Genres: Contemporary / Ménage (M/F/M) / Paranormal / Ghosts / Hauntings

Length: Novella

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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)

Find more of Ms. Quinn's books at her website - http://www.sherrillquinn.com/ or visit her blog for free reads and news - http://www.sherrillquinn.blogspot.com/

Contract Bride by Ayn Amorelli

2008-01-14T00:03:00.000-05:00

Contract Bride
by Ayn Amorelli

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

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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."

Summer of Fire by Nicole Gestalt

2008-01-06T08:09:00.000-05:00

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.

Stephanie

Summer of Fire by Nicole Gestalt

Publisher: Phaze
ISBN 1-59426-477-5

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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.

EXCERPT:

"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.

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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.

Merry Christmas!

2007-12-25T07:21:00.001-05:00

No new book today, but I just wanted to say Merry Christmas from Steph and I. Have a great day and stay safe!

A Lick of Frost by Laurell K Hamilton

2007-12-24T00:10:00.000-05:00

Today I took some time for me. That means to do some reading for enjoyment. Something I rarely do anymore *sigh* Well, as I knew it would happen when I started this book last night, I'd get hooked and in less than 24 hours it was completed. Now I have to wait about a year for another one *double sigh*

If you read the Merry Gentry books, you'll enjoy this one. I will warn that there are maybe a total of two sex scenes. Very, very low compared to her last Merry book, Mistral's Kiss. It isn't until Ch 15/pg 154 that Merry gets intimate with one of her men. Some of her readers can't complain this time around about all the sex poor Merry is having (though I'm not one to complain as I stare at awe at the great sex she's having *lol* )

This books deals a lot more with the plot going on around Merry and why her Uncle is so insistant on seeing her. I won't spoil the plot for anyone but there are several twists that I didn't see coming and several I did. Her Aunt is such a bitch and her uncle a loone. But there is both great joy and sadness toward the end of the book. I admit, I cried like a baby. The title was appropriate.

This is a great book, but make sure you have time to get drawn into it as it sucks you in from the first chapter.

A Lick of Frost
by Laurell K Hamilton

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To be crowned queen, I must first continue the royal bloodline and give birth to an heir of my own. If I fail, my aunt, Queen Andais, will be free to do what she most desires: install her twisted son, Cel, as monarch . . . and kill me.

My royal guards surround me, and my best loved–my Darkness and my Killing Frost–are always beside me, sworn to protect and make love to me. But still the threat grows greater. For despite all my carnal efforts, I remain childless, while the machinations of my sinister, sadistic Queen and her confederates remain tireless. So my bodyguards and I have slipped back into Los Angeles, hoping to outrun the gathering shadows of court intrigue. But even exile isn’t enough to escape the grasp of those with dark designs.

Now King Taranis, powerful and vainglorious ruler of faerie’s Seelie Court, has leveled accusations against my noble guards of a heinous crime–and has gone so far as to ask the mortal authorities to prosecute. If he succeeds, my men face extradition to faerie and the hideous penalties that await them there. But I know that Taranis’s charges are baseless, and I sense that his true target is me. He tried to kill me when I was a child. Now I fear his intentions are far more terrifying.

The Gift by Rob Graham

2007-12-22T15:07:00.000-05:00

Looking for something special to give that loved one? Give them the pleasure of showing how freeing BDSM truly is by sharing Mr. Rob Graham's The Gift. They'll gladly give control over to you for some steamy holiday nights!

Stephanie

The Gift by Rob Graham

Publisher: Phaze

ISBN 1-59426-478-3
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Charlene Raleigh knows where she is going in life. She knows she won't get there without jettisoning a lot of useless baggage. Things like pleasure, joy and sex are things she's leaving out of her life until she succeeds in reaching her goal.

Then she meets Tom Jackson. Although Charlene tries very hard to deny it, her emotions flare when he's around. For once, she has no control. And to her surprise, she enjoys this very much.

Step by step, Tom leads her, guides her, draws out of her all the feelings and drives Charlene thought were of no use to her.

When Charlene is ready, Tom gives her a gift. The gift of herself.

EXCERPT:

Going behind her desk, Charlene sat down. "So, what can I do for you today, Mr. Jackson?" A touch of frost rimed the edges of her words.

"I need you to set up a trust fund for me," was his reply.

Inwardly Charlene rolled her eyes. This man couldn't possibly have much money for such a thing, and a small trust was almost as much trouble to set up as a large one. "And how much money is available for the fund?" She dreaded the answer.

"Twenty-five million dollars."

The amount completely derailed Charlene's train of thought. Not possible flashed inside her. She stared at Mr. Jackson for several long seconds.

"And where will the funds for this be drawn from?" Charlene finally managed to ask. I'm going to have to see the color of your money, sir, echoed through her mind, with a touch of sarcasm on the 'sir'.

Mr. Jackson pulled a wallet from his jeans, reached into it, and took out a folded sheet of paper.

He handed it to Charlene. It was a bank statement showing that this particular account did indeed contain twenty-five million dollars.

She blinked at it. What was happening was too strange. The paper in her hands and the man behind it couldn't mesh in her mind.

After another pause she managed to ask, "And the purpose of this trust?" Charlene's words were no longer frosty. Instead, they were a little unsure.

"I want to set up scholarships for inner city kids, the type who normally wouldn't get to go to a good university."

What?!

"But Mr. Jackson! Surely there other strategies you could use the trust for. The tax avoidance alone is…"

"Ms. Raleigh." His voice wasn't raised but it stopped her dead. She looked at him and quailed inside. That force that had affected her earlier was back. Without any physical change save a narrowing of the eyes, power filled him.

This was not a man she should question. "Are you going to do what I ask?" Mr. Jackson went on.

Without thinking Charlene answered, "Yes, sir," and lowered her eyes.

Thus she didn't see his expression change. The strength there became curiosity. After a moment it transformed again and he smiled, a smile of anticipation. It faded just before she raised her eyes again.

"All right then, let's get to work," he told her.

Over the next hour Charlene outlined what she wanted to do. Mr. Jackson approved her ideas for the most part. His only quibble was to add extra security in the form of an independent auditor, plus more for investigation. She thought that a bit much, but he was the boss.

Soon they had the basics decided on and Mr. Jackson rose to leave. Charlene also came to her feet. "Thank you, Ms. Raleigh," he said, "you can be quite competent when you're not trying too hard to be strong."

Charlene blushed for a second, happy with the praise. Then she puzzled. Was that praise?

"How soon can we start the scholarships?" he asked, keeping her from pondering further.

"It won't take long. In about two months, I'm sure."

"Good. I don't want any kids lost if I can help it." His voice betrayed his concern.

Again, Charlene was confused. All the wealthy men she had met before had been strong, as Mr.

Jackson was. Few had really cared about anything but themselves. Mr. Jackson was actually worried that a child might get left behind. She stared at him in wonder.

He extended his hand to her and Charlene took it without thinking. A shock ran through her at his touch. Her stomach grew hollow, her head ballooned and she felt her heart flutter.

Mr. Jackson let go of her. Charlene stood there for a second, blinking, hand hanging in the air.

"Ms. Raleigh?" His words bought her back to reality. "Show me out, please."

Charlene was moving before he said the 'please'. She escorted him to the reception area.

Mr. Jackson handed her a card then. "Be at this address at one PM on Saturday, buzz the number listed." His face showed no anxiety, no doubt, as was so often the case when men asked her out. He was confident she would assent.

Charlene's eyes went wide with shock. She opened her mouth to refuse.

Mr. Jackson's face took on its power. You're not denying me, his expression exclaimed.

She bowed her head before him and agreed. Again she was awash in that strange feeling.

Familiarity was not decreasing the effect, just the opposite. "What should I wear?" she asked.

"Something practical, we're going to be outdoors most of the day."

Mr. Jackson took her hand in farewell. Once more, it jolted her, set her to trembling. "This Saturday," he repeated.

He released her hand, swiveled, and strode out the door.

Charlene watched until he disappeared. Turning, she returned to her office and sat down.

What have I got myself into? Was the only rational thought in her mind.

She was quite distracted the rest of the day.

Phaze Fantasies, Vol. I by Alessia Brio, Leigh Ellwood, Bridget Midway and Ann Regentin

2007-12-16T10:32:00.000-05:00

Looking for something special? I recently had the opportunity to edit this book for print and must say you cannot find a more diverse bunch of innovative stories! There's a terrific selection of erotic tales that come with this one. What ever your taste be it reality or down right fantasy it's here! So take a peek in e-book and now in print also.

Stephanie

Phaze Fantasies, Vol. I

by Alessia Brio, Leigh Ellwood, Bridget Midway and Ann Regentin

Publisher: Phaze

Anthology

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Four tales of erotic fiction by four Phaze favorites! Alessia Brio continues the Costa Rican adventure that launched fine flickering hungers, her EPPIE Finalist. Bridget Midway shines with "Service Recall," a tale of relationship rebound done right. Leigh Ellwood opens the door to a magical menagé in "Midnight Passions." And Ann Regentin's "Midnight Conversations" explores the sexual memories of a fixer-upper's past occupants.

EXCERPT:

From Pura Vida! by Alessia Brio

Charlie descended the rolling metal staircase onto the tarmac at Juan Santamaría International Airport, shielding his eyes with one hand as he made his way into the terminal. Even though Stormy promised to meet him at the little café on the other side of Customs, he scanned the crowd for her anyway--eager to see her again. It had been several months since they parted company in Pittsburgh; he to promote his new company, and she to expand the presence of hers in Jamaica and Costa Rica.

By the time he reached the terminal, the muggy tropical air had his shirt clinging to his back, but the cooled interior dried him quickly. His mind swirled with memories of their first encounter, nearly three years ago, when together they discovered the sensual delights of the Costa Rican rain. While ostensibly a business trip, both their private and public lives had been forever changed by the experience; their horizons expanded in ways neither anticipated.

Stormy's advertising company now topped her former employer's for tourism-related accounts, and she partnered with Charlie's newly-launched travel agency--Pura Vida!--whenever feasible. Together they explored exotic vacation destinations and documented the most sensual and serene aspects of their trips. Their business ventures dovetailed beautifully, and when they combined their creativity, they could make even a mosquito-infested swamp seem like the sexiest place on earth. The lucky folks who followed their travel advice invariably agreed, and their talents were in great demand--both individually and as a team.

Her e-mail had simply read: Found an opportunity near Jaco. I need your advice (and I want your body). Come soonest. I guarantee it'll be worth your while. Charlie admired her moxie. Stormy didn't make requests; she gave directions--but she did so in an utterly compelling fashion. Knowing that she tolerated neither fools nor sycophants, he was pleased that--in spite of her wild successes--she still sought him out for both advice and sex. She could have anyone she chose, and she chose him. That fact would make any man feel good about himself.

To be fair, his own accomplishments rivaled those of Stormy, and he had no shortage of offers to partner with other business--and personal--interests. Somehow, they all paled in comparison to the energy and innovation Stormy brought to both the boardroom and the bedroom. She challenged him in every way imaginable, and he realized very early in their relationship that he might never find a better partner with whom to explore new territory, both personally and professionally.

Jess' uncanny intuition, Mia's diplomacy, Richard's encyclopedic knowledge of the sexual psyche, and Sam's organizational talents combined to complete their winning team's roster. If intimacy was the sun, they orbited it like planets--each independent, but each influenced by the pull of the others. Their paths crossed in varying combinations, but always cooperated to form a balanced system. While their interactions might seem seedy and tabloid-worthy to the unfamiliar, within their ranks they functioned much like a Heinlein family.

Charlie spotted Stormy before she noticed him. She looked relaxed yet vibrant, sipping an iced mocha latte and chatting with a stunning young man as they awaited his arrival. Pietro, he assumed, their newest team member. When the Costa Rican government signed a long-term advertising contract, Stormy offered the former rainforest tour guide a job as manager of a local office--a move which pleased both the local business community as well as the entrepreneurial young tico. She met Pietro on the same fateful trip that brought her into his world, and Charlie suspected Pietro's would also never be the same.

Stormy glanced at her cell phone and a small frown creased her brow. She rapidly punched its keypad with both thumbs and snapped it closed just as Charlie's phone beeped in the pocket of his jeans. "Where are you?" the text message read. He grinned and shot off a reply, watching her reaction as she received and read it.

She stood and peered through the glass, searching for him with her hands forming parentheses around laughing brown eyes. When she spotted him, she pressed her lips to the glass, winked, and waved. Charlie fired off another text message and waited for her reply. He drew the stares of his fellow travelers as he laughed out loud at her response: "Yes, but he doesn't know it yet."
It took another ten minutes to make it through the Customs line. The moment he stepped through the security checkpoint, Stormy pounced. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she breathed into his ear, "I've missed you!"

Pietro hung back, looking a wee bit uncomfortable. Peeling Stormy off of him, Charlie extended his hand and introduced himself in halting Spanish, which earned him an appreciative nod and a brilliant smile. Gorgeous didn't even begin to describe the man! Stormy swore his looks had no bearing on her decision to employ him; that she chose him because his charisma and wit relaxed the stodgiest of government officials, and his resourcefulness enabled the office to capitalize on even the smallest business advantage. Charlie believed her, but he knew that she also appreciated his appearance a great deal.

"Gracias, señor. Stormy was just telling me that Pura Vida! topped its first quarter earnings by nearly thirty percent. That's very impressive for a brand new company!"

Charlie grinned. "Yes, well, at least part of that is due to our alliance. We're still drawing a nice chunk of business from Stormy's Wetter Has Never Been Better campaign. Sex sells, mi amigo, regardless of what the fundamentalists would like us to believe. It's an inescapable--and wholly natural--part of who we are."

"Careful." Stormy nudged Pietro's ribs with an elbow. "He's about to get preachy. Better change the subject or he'll be talking about sex all the way to the coast! The Right Reverend Charles Thomas delivering the sexual gospel."

"Seeing as how it's one of my favorite subjects--correction: my all time favorite subject--I'd welcome that! He'd be preaching to the choir, though." Pietro gestured toward a battered 4x4 parked at the curb. "Shall we be on our way?

Melting Ice by DJ Manly

2007-12-12T14:26:00.000-05:00

Anyone who knows me, knows my love for gay fiction. I love reading and writing it. So it's no surprise when I found DJ Manly and her splendid writing style. Melting Ice was her first work I read and fell for Ice *pant* It was also easy to follow this story and get absorbed by it until I didn't want to stop reading until I was done.

If you like M/M romance fiction and especially about cops, yeah, this book is for you :D

Marty

Melting Ice
by DJ Manly

Publisher: Mojo Castle
Cover Artist: April Martinez
ISBN: 1-60180-003-7
Length: Bedtime Story
Price: 3.99

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A young cop, in the closet and isolated, is transferred to the bikers squad, where he is betrayed by a higher ranking officer. When Brian Fuller finds himself in the middle of a field surrounded by a group of notorious outlaw bikers, he is in for the fight of his life.

He wakes up battered and bruised, only to discover that he is the hostage of the gang's leader, the infamous, brutally handsome Ice. At first, Brian doesn't understand why he is still alive. It turns out that the man who murdered Ice's family, is the same one who left Brian for dead... and Ice intends on trading Brian's life to get him as soon as Brian is strong enough. In the meantime, while Ice waits for Brian to heal, a raging sexual heat between them begins to fuel.

Melting Ice is a story of great passion, sizzling sex, and above all, a love story laced with the unexpected.

EXCERPT:

I wasn't sure who he was, but within a few minutes of seeing him, I was sure that he was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. Now remember, I wasn't exactly in cruising mode. I was frustrated, enraged and in pain, and still the man facing me took my goddamned breath away. He stood at least six-foot-four. The tight jeans and T-shirt he wore weren't intended to be sexy, but they were because he had a luscious body; hard, compact, muscular and lean. His hair was coal black and hung over his broad, square shoulders, settling on his back about halfway to an ass that could only be described as a delight to behold. And yes, I could see his ass, because he walked into the room and stood between me and the mirror. His eyes, well, they weren't brown, or even black. In fact, they looked blue, cobalt blue, and at the moment, it seemed as if there were sparks flying out of them.

I don't know who was angrier, him or I, but through the maze of all that hostility, my heart beat like a drum in my chest when he approached. "I believe you wanted to see me," he said. "I'm Ice."

When he spoke, his voice was deep and steady. I couldn't detect an accent, but from the creamy tan colour of his skin, he was definitely of Latin origin. My mind quickly reviewed the descriptions I'd received of him. Tall...yes, dark...yes. But the eyes were blue, damn it, dark blue, and as for the large package, umm...well, that appeared to be a fact. The jeans did nothing to disguise that he was hung like a horse.

"Fuller, I'm talking to you," he said. "What do you want?"

I snapped back to reality; the anger that had been simmering inside me now making a full recovery. "What in fuck is going on here?" I had some difficulty rising to my feet from where I sat on the bed. My leg hurt like hell. "How long do you intend to keep me cooped up in this room?"

He looked me over, then walked around the room as if he were appraising it. "What's wrong, cop? You're not happy with the accommodations?" He gave me a cheesy grin. "You prefer the Ritz?"

"Very funny. Why didn't you just kill me? What use am I to you?"

He lifted his hand for a moment. "I have no reason to kill you."

"You have no reason to bandage me up and feed me, either."

"Maybe I do," he said softly. He came to stand in front of me. He let his gaze move over me again, then slip back to my face. I think I blushed. I felt as if he'd just undressed me, raped me, then lit up a cigarette. "You're pretty fucked up, Fuller."

"I probably need a doctor. I might have a bullet in my leg."

"It went right through. You were lucky, it didn't hit the bone," he said without blinking.

I let myself study his face for a moment. It was a beautiful face, smooth angles, almost sculptured. Michelangelo would have wept painting him; creamed his pants first, then wept.

"How in the hell do you know that?"

"A doctor took a look at it."

"A doctor, too? Why go to all that trouble?" I eyed him suspiciously.

"Maybe I was concerned."

"Right. Now, what's the real reason?"

He narrowed his eyes. "You need a cane. I'll make sure you get one," he said, turning toward the door.

"Oh no," I said, reaching out and grabbing his arm.

He didn't yank it away, just turned around and glared at me. "Don't you ever grab me again, or I'll break your neck."

He never raised his voice. It still retained that calm, soft tone. Only his eyes gave him away. His emotions were written in those eyes of his, releasing lethal sparks again.

I let go of his arm and took a step back. "Fine. Just know this. I'm not staying in this room another day. So either kill me or let me out of here."

He pursed his lips for a moment, considering what I'd said. He nodded. "You'll sleep in my room."

Want more of DJ's books? Visit her website at http://www.djmanly.com/index.html

Come and Get Me by Alyssa Brooks

2007-12-10T18:33:00.000-05:00

Surprised be a marriage proposal from her boyfriend of six months - with her parents looking on no less - Sadie feels like she can't say no. But when sexually explicit nightmares and panic attacks start as she's lovingly guilt tripped into the wedding of their parents' dreams, she can't resist the urge to run and gets caught in the act.

Dylan can't believe Sadie's acting so irresponsibly with this game of come and get me, but he won't lose their future or her love over it. When he finally sees the challenge for what it is - a test of their love for them both - Dylan turns the tables on Sadie and the leader becomes pursuer. With the both of them winning some sexy sweet to OhMiGod moments as they race around the world's most exotic locations.

Too Hot To Handle does not do this story justice! The afterglow and sweet smile on your face when you've read the end leaves you fulfilled and wanting to celebrate this loving couple's first anniversary with them. This white-hot author leaves you with the impression of the rules and the locations of "The Game" are about to be rocked again!
I hope we get to see Come and Get Me Again!!

Stephanie

Come and Get Me

by Alyssa Brooks

Berkley Heat

ISBN: 0425215946

Genre: Contemporary

Release date: June 2007

Length: Novel

Available at Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble

Sexual freedom ... exotic destinations ...

Who ever said you can't have a honeymoon before and after your wedding?

The thought of her impending marriage is giving Sadie panic attacks. Hives. Nightmares. She loves her fiancé, Dylan, but the concept of happily ever after is suffocating her. She isn't ready to face the future, and worse, the sex could be better.

Panicking, she packs her bags in the middle of the night, and dares her sexually repressed lover to come and get her.

Dylan will be damned if he’s going to lose Sadie so easily. Leaving behind his inhibitions, he pursues her, a sexually hungry and desperate man prepared to do anything to seduce his woman, once and for all.

And so the game begins ...

Excerpt:

Shit. What did Dylan think he was doing?

Sadie paused, her hand in mid-air. The dinner fork shook and the shrimp dangled from the utensil, ready to fall off. Her breath hitched as a bead of sweat threatened to roll from her forehead and ruin her perfect makeup.

She stared at the shrimp. What now?

Did she eat it? Drop it? Throw it across the fancy restaurant?

If her eyes grew any wider, they'd pop right out of her head and fall on her plate. What the hell was Dylan thinking?

He had dropped to one knee and now rested his hand on her thigh, entreating her full attention.

How she wanted to play dumb, to focus on her shrimp, anything besides Dylan.

Reaching in the breast pocket of his sport jacket, he revealed a small, black velvet box.

Oh. No.

Not here. Not now. Not in front of her parents.

Good grief! They'd barely been dating six months. It was too soon! Way too soon.

Hell, she'd just told him she loved him last month.

She wasn't ready for marriage!

Her gaze darted to her mother and father. Their tan, sun-wrinkled, ever-so-pleased gazes beamed at her. Of course they were happy. They'd been angling for a grandchild for two years now. Every guy she dated was a potential baby maker.

Sadie chalked it up to post maternal and paternal longing. The past fifteen years, they'd been so busy enjoying their millions from the Kansas state lottery, they hadn't the time for raising her.

Now, the money had become boring. Their focus had shifted to wanting a grandkid to spoil.

She'd never wished for a sister more.

God, of all the luck. Why did Dylan have to do this in front of them? He should know better. She had dinner with her parents once a week, and for the past two months, he'd escorted her to their restaurant of choice. By now, he was quite aware of the sticky situation she was in. The wily fox.

Dylan gave her a weak, lopsided smile that punctuated his damn adorable dimples. His dark, almost black eyes shone with love. Opening the box, he revealed a dazzling, downright huge, pink diamond. At least two carats.

"Marry me, Sadie?" he asked in a smooth, velvet voice, sounding sure of her answer.

A shiver coursed along her spine. In her mind, she imagined her backbone turning to Jello.

Dylan had never looked sexier. Bent on one knee in front of her, his hopeful eyes and seductive smile turned her into instant lovey-dovey mush. The no she wanted to scream lodged in her throat.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't turn him down.

Her gaze swept his length, wanting him, loving him, needing to say yes. But how could she? It was too soon!

She didn't know what to tell him. To do. Her heart and mind played a fierce game of tug-of-war.

He cleared his throat. His brows furrowed. His forehead creased. Worry etched the lines of his strongly-defined face, demanding some sort of answer.

She had to take some sort of action. Quick.

Bringing the shrimp to her mouth, she bit into the spicy meat. Again, Dylan cleared his throat.

She chewed quickly, cursing herself a hundred times. What a dumb move!

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Who would take a bite of food in the middle of a proposal? Only her. Now she had to finish eating the damn piece of seafood, all eyes on her.

Waiting. Hoping. Demanding.

She loved Dylan. She did. After all, she wouldn't have told him so if she hadn't meant it. He was everything she'd ever dreamt of in a husband. She wanted to become his wife.

But one day, in the future. Not now.

She didn't make a lot of plans in her life. Everything was pretty much easy come, easy go. But there was one thing Sadie had promised herself years ago. She would not marry before thirty.

While she wanted to settle down and have a family, she wanted to be ready.

Was she ready?

Her parents sure were.

"Sadie?" Dylan questioned, shifting with nervousness. "Will you marry me?"

"He's been waiting five minutes, sugar," her father pushed. "Give the boy a dang answer already."

"Yes." The response sputtered from her before she could stop herself. "But, I want a long engagement."

The moment she blurted the ill-thought words, she wanted to kick herself in the ass. Not the most romantic thing to say the moment after accepting a man's proposal.

Why did she keep sticking things in her mouth? First the shrimp, now her foot. What next?

"Of course." Dylan nodded stiffly, wriggling the band on. "As long as you want."

The diamond ring fit so tightly, Dylan had to work it into place. The whole time he twisted it down her finger, Sadie made reassuring promises to herself.

She loved him.

She needed him.

She loved him.

She could get married and give up her freedom at twenty-seven, instead of waiting until thirty, because she loved him.

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"Come & Get Me by Alyssa Brooks is an erotic screwball comedy with heart. I laughed, I cried, I cheered, and I couldn't turn the pages fast enough to find out what happened next in Dylan and Sadie's madcap voyage of healing both engagement and themselves. Look out, world: Alyssa Brooks is on her way up!" - Diane Whiteside, www.dianewhiteside.com

4/5 Stars! "Ms. Brooks has penned some fascinating sex scenes that will leave you breathless, sweating and panting. The swoon worthy stuff is what I want when I pick up erotic romances to savor and the author delivers in spades, never stopping even for a minute." Mahaira Fatima, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Savior by Jade Falconer

2007-12-08T10:15:00.000-05:00

Looking for a little m/m to spice up your reading selection? Have I got one smokin' story for you: Savior by Jade Falconer! A Terrific writer to say the least. This writer's story draw you in and keeps you entertained.

Make sure to check out what happens when a rock star and his newly hired bodyguard take more than a professional interest in each other.

Stephanie

Savior by Jade Falconer

Publisher: Phaze
ISBN 1-59426-746-4
A Phaze Force HeatSheet!
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Ricky has it all, and that's part of the problem. Countless personal assistants and managers organize his celebrity life for him, so that he barely needs to lift a finger. It's not until he hires Jim as a bodyguard that he realizes he can't pay everyone to kiss his ass.

Jim's quiet manner and integrity makes him a challenge. However, the more Ricky gets to know the no nonsense body guard, the more he realizes what's missing in his life. And when Ricky's life is in danger, sparks begin to fly.

Excerpt:

Ricky turned to face Jim and slid his arms around Jim's middle, pressing against him. "I don't care. As long as you're here. You saved my life," he said quietly, as if finally getting over the shock of the afternoon. He looked up into Jim's eyes. "Thank you."

He almost said something flip like, 'That's my job' or 'It's all part of the service' but the words died on his lips. "You're welcome," was what he settled for, and he gazed into Ricky's eyes. He was holding him like a lover now, and Ricky's body was compact and slender in his arms. He realized then that he'd wrapped his arms around Ricky without even knowing he'd done it, and they stood, twined together, in the middle of Ricky's plush bedroom. Jim felt his arousal begin again and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Ricky worried his lower lip between his teeth. "Jim," he whispered. He slid his hands up Jim's chest, over his shoulders. "You're so brave," he breathed, never breaking eye contact.

"No I'm not," Jim said automatically, but he was caught up in Ricky's chocolate brown gaze. He knew he should step back, disentangle himself, put some distance between them. But Ricky was frightened, and needed comfort. Jim wanted to give it to him. Ricky looked smaller this way, more delicate, and Jim's heart beat faster as he tried to keep his hips away from the other man.

"And so...Handsome," he whispered. Ricky leaned up on tiptoe and pressed his lips against Jim's, just lightly, barely a press of warm skin to warm skin.

Jim whimpered but didn't pull back. It was exactly what he wanted, what he'd been aching for.

He kissed back after a second, arms tightening around Ricky. He was suddenly fully aroused and he parted his lips. He wanted desperately to taste Ricky’s sweet mouth.

Ricky parted his lips, kissing back. He held onto Jim tightly, a low moan in his throat.

Jim didn't think, didn't hesitate. He parted Ricky's lips more with his tongue and claimed his mouth, the other man's moan spurring him on. He pulled Ricky's body against him, and felt his hardness against his thigh. It made him even harder, and he wanted Ricky to feel it now.

Review:

Survivor is one hot male/male read! Jade Falconer sets the pages on fire with this scorcher. I enjoyed reading it from page one. I warn you if your not use to reading male/male then this story is not for you. — Sensual Reads and Reviews