Wicked Games by Jade Falconer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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Saving Will by Stephanie Vaughan

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?


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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

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

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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.


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