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Phoebe sighed. “Owen, sometimes humans really are most remarkably dense.
“Did you really think you could accept the gifts you have been given, go on with your life, and not have to give something in return? For everything there is a price.”
“And what price will I have to pay?” Owen asked tensely.
“Why, belief, dear child. Faith. Eventually, possibly, priesthood. Fortunately,” she said, the smile in her voice clear, “the laws of your nation are amazingly lax. You can set yourself up as a priest of Bacchus and the only thing that will happen is that people will look at you a bit strangely.
“Some of the women you...serve...will be drawn to you. And your new faith. Anaya. Isabel. Samara. Or Wendy, for example. There's a lusty piece of ass. I wish I had known her when I was male. She would be a perfect choice to help lead your new temple. She could draw in converts by the dozen. Male and female both.”
Owen's temper, already frayed, abruptly snapped. “This is ridiculous!” he shouted. “I am not a priest. I am not going to start a church worshiping some long-gone Greek god. I am not going to have a herd of horny women around me who worship Bacchus and bring in converts.”
Phoebe's voice grew cold. “You don't want it, boy? Fine. Take off the bracelet. Throw it away. Throw it all away. Go back to your tedious, soul-sucking job. Beg for hours as a delivery boy, scrape for tips. Live one step up from poverty, if you can.
“Get your precious diploma. Find a job. Marry a woman with goals as small and petty as your own. Accept mediocrity. Deny the possibility of beauty and power and passion.
“And for the rest of your life, you'll always wonder.
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Twenty minute's work with a real shovel put the sidewalk in order, though Nate suspected the whipping wind would drift it all over again with blowing snow before sunrise. Frowning, he took a look at the driveway. Full dark had fallen and cold hard stars glittered in the ink-black sky. He shivered and pulled his cap down tighter around his ears. In weather like this it was easy to believe some of the more lurid tales from American history, where unprepared settlers had to resort to cannibalism to survive.
He re-entered the house, stamping the snow off his boots. “Miss McCormick?” he called. “Heather? I'm back.”
“In here,” her voice called. He followed it down the hallway to a door, cracked open. He tapped on it. “Come in, Nate.”
He opened the door, and stopped, staring.
She was dressed in a robe out of one of her films. No, he quickly corrected himself. She never wore anything that good in any of her films. Not the ones I saw, at least. Rather, it was a gown out of one of his fantasies. Sheer and white, it glittered in the dim light of the bedside lamp, tiny sequins throwing sparks back into his awestruck gaze. It was long, reaching down to her ankles, but the transparent, gauze-like material both hid and revealed her incredible body. He could see her shadowy curves, moving under the cloth like sunken treasure in a deep ocean.
He took a deep breath. He would not, would not, embarrass himself. “Feeling better?”
“Much better,” she smiled. She took a few steps towards him. “Thank you for watching out for me. It was stupid to go out to shovel the walk in weather like this. If I had been thinking straight, I wouldn't have tried it. And I definitely would have stopped once I realized I didn't have the right clothes or shovel to do the job. But I get so damn stubborn sometimes and can't admit I'm making a mistake.”
He felt one side of his mouth curl up in a lopsided smile. “I'm familiar with the idea. I think half the population of South Dakota is descended from people who were too dang mule-headed to realize that living here was a bad choice.”
“Hmmm,” she smiled. She took another slow step towards him. The movement left her only a foot or so away. He wanted to retreat, but his feet seemed frozen in place.
She lifted her hand and let it trace, lingeringly, over the thick sweater he was wearing. “Which leaves us with the question of how to suitably reward you, my hero.”
He swallowed. “Heather. Please. Stop it. I'm not an idiot. I know this isn't one of your films, where the randy housewife gets turned on as soon as the pizza man knocks on the door. Don't tease me this way.”
“No, it's not one of my films.” She looped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. “It's better. Should I tell you the story? A lonely woman moves to a town where she doesn't know anyone. She meets a handsome young man who helps her when he could have let her suffer the consequences of her own foolishness. When she is taking a shower, her body recovering from the ordeal, she realizes she is more aroused than she has been in years. Maybe the fact that she could have died has made her realize just how short life is, and how you should reach for happiness when you have the chance. Or maybe she's just a naturally horny woman whose desires have been unnaturally stunted over the past several years.
“Whatever the case may be, she wants you, Nate.
“Do you want me?”
Excerpt from “Driven MILF-Crazy”
“So,” Estella began. “Do you want to step out of the car and take care of it?”
I was suddenly overcome with boldness. I mean, hey, she could see my arousal; if I was going to be upfront about what I wanted, there was no better time to do it.
I watched her eyes widen as I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my best bud.
She raised a hand to her mouth, covering a smile. I didn’t care if it was from embarrassment; that moment sitting there, exposing myself to this gorgeous woman, was the most unreal, erotic moment of my life. The blood pounded in my ears, and I swear I could hear my heart beating in my chest. It’s a good thing I had nothing to say, because my mouth was so dry I could not utter a single word.
When Estella finally removed her hand from her face, she was still smiling and her tanned face had gone a shade of red.
“Wow. Eduardo I wasn’t expecting…that.”
I swallowed, trying to bring enough moisture to my mouth to say those two crucial words. “Wanna help?”
It was all riding on that. There was nothing else I could say; I’d crossed that line and there was no going back.
Excerpt from “The Snow Maid”
She stepped into his arms. She was trembling. With fear or desire, he couldn't tell. He put his arms around her for comfort and held her, astonished as always to find how small she was. Her breasts were firm against his chest. She spoke softly, cool breath raising goosebumps on his chest.
“I forgot what it was like. My creators, bless and damn them, couldn't imagine a young woman who wasn't also governed by lust. So the Snow Maid is like a mare who is perpetually in heat. The maid who is also a wanton. Do you understand?” she asked, pulling away to look up at his face. For the first time in his memory, her pale face was flushed.
“I have no choice in the matter. Damn them all, I don't really want a choice. Not when she is upon me and you are here. The Snow Maid wants a man. I want a man. I need a man. I want you. I need you, Bill Carter. Thank the High One he brought you to me.” She raised herself on her toes, cold lips brushing his.
“Make love to me, please?”
Without words, Bill took her hands in his and brought them to his lips. Hand in hand, they walked out of the kitchen, and Polina led him to the one place in the house he had never gone.
Excerpt from “After School Special”
“Why should a young man feel sorry for looking at an attractive woman?”
“I shouldn’t?” I put my hands out.
“Nope,” she answered. “I’m flattered that you look.” She gave me a nasty little smirk. “I know you do, I know all the boys do, and I love it.”
“I do. I mean, after all…” Grabbing the top of her shirt, she pulled it down to expose more of her cleavage. “Isn’t that what I am: an effing tease?”
“I was just, um…” I stopped when she placed her finger to my lips.
“See, that’s the problem. Looking is fine, fantasizing is fine, but saying crude nasty things about me is where you were wrong today.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Ross,” I said more firmly this time. “I know I was wrong, but could you maybe not tell…”
“You are wrong.” She nodded. “How do you know I’m a tease? That’s an assumption made by men who know they’ll never get a woman, so they say they’re teases. It’s a petty, misleading statement. Never mind harsh and hurtful.
“You know how much trouble you can get into for this, don’t you, Todd?”
“Well I suggest you start doing some serious ass kissing if you don’t want me to say anything.”
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, confused, but relieved that I might have a shot at getting out of this.
“I just told you,” Miss Ross said. “Start kissing my ass.”
Charlie Griffin had sworn to save himself for marriage. When he met hot, sexy Elena Rodriguez, he thought his prayers had been answered. But then Elena is cruelly taken away from him on their wedding night. Succumbing to despair, Charlie sinks into depression. But he hasn't counted on the willpower of one young woman. Jasmine, Elena's daughter, won't let him throw his life away. She will do anything to claim the love of "My Virgin Daddy."
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Charlie was shivering with pleasure and fear. This was not what he had imagined his first time would be like. Rather than the culmination of weeks of planning after a wedding, he was being seduced by his dead wife's daughter. His eyes feasted on her incredible body, seeing for the first time what he had known unwillingly. Long, slim legs melded into a pair of subtly curved hips, the white lace of her high-cut panties emphasizing her slender waist. Above, her stomach was flat, the dimple of her navel winking at him saucily. The delicate fan of her ribs morphed irresistibly into the lovely curves of her breasts, standing out high and proud from the wall of her chest, obviously not needing the negligible support of her filmy bra.
“Thirty-six C,” she said, catching his look. “A little smaller than Mama's, but then,” she shrugged, “I haven't had any babies yet. They'll probably get a bit bigger when I do.”
“It's all right, Charlie,” she said. “Men like to know.” She stepped closer, until he could feel the heat of her body. “Would you like to go to my room?” she asked quietly.
She shook her head. “Too many memories. I know Mama never slept with you there, but...it would still feel like I was trying to take her place.
“I'm not, you know.” Her face, looking up into his, was solemn. “I know I'm not her. I'm me. But I'm a me who loves you, Charlie. And I don't want you to hurt anymore.” She shook her head. “I'm sorry. I'm screwing this up. I just...”
Greatly daring, Charlie laid his fingers across her full, kissable lips. His heart was hammering in his chest. Slowly, carefully, he enfolded his stepdaughter in his arms, until their bodies were pressed together. He could feel her soft curves against his bare chest. His arousal was an iron bar inside his slacks, pressing against her bare belly. Jasmine didn't flinch away. Instead, she made a low, growling noise deep in her throat, and her hands reached around him to grab his ass, pulling them even closer together.
Her eyes, when they met his, were shining. “Are you ready?”
“I think so.”
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Like a cornered animal, brought to bay at last, she turned to face her pursuer. Her shaking hands held the staff, and her grip tightened, ready to fight.
“Come on out then,” she growled, fear and unwilling lust replaced by resolve. “Show yourself to me.”
A long pause, then the Lord of the Forest appeared.
He took the form of a mighty stag, picking his way delicately from under the shadows of the trees. Five feet high at the shoulder, he towered over her, even from a distance. His coat was a deep dark red, the color of blood, caught with burrs and twigs and leaf fragments. His eyes were a liquid black, beautiful in the dim light. A mighty crown of antlers erupted from his head, the wide span seeming to cradle the sky itself.
Oh. Now I understand. The mingling of fear and lust. Oh, Moira, don't make a mistake now. If the old tales are true, you are about to be blessed above all women.
The stag walked closer, its hooves almost silent on the deep grass of the clearing. It bent its head, the wicked tines of its antlers lowering, until one pressed into the hollow of her throat.
Moira lowered her eyes respectfully. “I give you greeting, my Lord.” Mindful of the danger, she lifted the hem of her skirt in a graceful curtsey.
When she lifted her eyes, the stag was gone. In its place stood a man.
He was fully nude. His red hair, a match for the stag's pelt, hung long past his neck, braided with feathers, shells, and small bones. His black eyes were deep and dark, but alight with mischief. His arms and legs, although bearing many small scratches, were clean, straight, and strong. His chest rose from the sculpted muscles of his stomach, making her pulse flutter. It was almost hairless, but the scattering of red-brown fuzz at his navel gradually broadened and thickened until it merged with the wiry hair at his loins.
Moira was no trembling virgin. She had given her maidenhood to a traveling tinker over a year ago, protected from conception by her grandmother's wisdom. She had found the experience very pleasurable, and looked forward to the day when she would find and wed a man of her own.
But this man...
The Lord spoke, his voice deep, a small thread of humor winding through his words.
“Well, little rabbit. You are far away from your fields. How came you to my domain?” Even in human form, there was a suggestion of horns about his head, wavering like a heat-mirage.
Moira bent her head again, her voice low and respectful. “I came here looking for a lost pig, my lord. I mean no harm to you or the wood.”
Moira shivered as he stepped closer to her. She could feel the heat radiating off his body. His musk rose around her...
But now a new age is dawning. Rome, with its mighty military and its new gods, thinks little of the tribes of Britain. If Finian and Eilonwy are to weather the storm, they will have to learn to work together, despite their differences. And what role will Aurelia, half-blood daughter of the governor of Corinium, play in our tale? She has seen the future through the gift of her mother's people, but will she have the strength to embrace her fate?
Old foes become new allies, and desire erupts in the most unlikely of places. Because, despite all they can do, Eilonwy, Finian, and Aurelia are all caught in the web of…The Dryad's Passion.
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“What,” she asked, “was that?”
Finian grinned up at her like a fool, his face full of a joy that echoed her own. “Humans call it an orgasm.”
“And human women…have these…orgasms…often?”
He shrugged, seemingly embarrassed, and sat back on his heels, the movement bringing more of his magnificent body into view. She eyed it with unabashed hunger. “I think they can. I don't know if they do. The woman who…who was my first lover…taught me how to please her. I am very happy that what works for women works for dryads as well, Eilonwy.”
She was suddenly consumed by a blazing fire of jealous fury. Another woman had dared to lie with her beloved? Had she taken his seed within her? Born his child?
She forced the anger away, another thought striking her. “Can…can men have this orgasm, as well?”
A lopsided smile pulled his mouth into an attractive curve. “Oh, yes. We can.”
“And how is it done?”
He made a cautious gesture towards his shaft, which was still rising proudly from its nest of pubic hair at his groin. “With your hands. Or your mouth.” She felt her eyes widen in surprise. That in her mouth? She fought back a giggle. Of course, a few moments ago, you would never have thought Finian would put his mouth where he did. And look how pleasantly that turned out.
“Or, if you allow it,” he continued, his face as red as his hair, “I could…we could…” he stuttered to a halt.
Suddenly realizing what he was trying to say, Eilonwy lay back in the grass, letting her legs sag apart lewdly. Her eyes were drawn to his groin like a flower following the sun across the sky. His male hardness bounced in time with his heartbeat. “Inside me?” she whispered. Despite everything, she felt a tiny stab of worry. How would he…gods, how would he fit?
“Yes.” Although quiet, his voice throbbed with need.
“Then come, my love,” she said, letting go of her fear and allowing her own desire fill her voice. She held out her hands to him. “Come to me.”
How will Owen adjust? Will he embrace his destiny as a god's chosen vessel? Or will he deny the pleasures of the flesh which are waiting for him on…Satyrday Night?
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Isabel took a sip of wine, her eyes bright. This was how things were meant to be. Owen beside her as her friend. Soon to be in her bed as her lover.
“Oh!” Owen said, brightening. “It looks like Anaya and I might be going out sometime soon.”
“Really?” Isabel asked. She had to close her eyes briefly as a tide of jealousy surged through her, bitter as gall. How dare she try to steal my Owen away from me! She smiled at him, hiding her pain. “How did that happen?”
Owen laughed. “God only knows. We were talking in the office this morning and something just...clicked...between us.” He opened his mouth as if to continue, but dropped his head, blushing as he took another bite of food.
Below the table, a knuckle cracked as she clenched her fist. She raised her shaking hand and took another sip of wine.
Filthy tramp! I know what she did. She pulled down her shirt and flashed her Indian tits at him and he couldn't help himself.
He's mine, damn it. Mine!
She took a last bite of rice, then reached for a piece of bread, sopping up the the juice on her plate.
Two can play your game, Anaya. Without even thinking, she pulled the straps of her dress down, letting the top half of her garment fall to her waist...
Calvin Smith had an ordinary life as a country vet. But the half-dead wolf he rescued turned to be a beautiful woman. Now, with their mutual attraction increasing, will they be able to reclaim Laura's place in the pack?
Dive into a world where fantasy meets reality. Where the world you know meets the world of what might be. Wolf-shifters, ranchers, veterinarians, and the ordinary people of Larkspur, Wyoming form a tantalizing backdrop for a work of fantasy erotica. Laura and Calvin's journey will thrill you as they learn what it is to truly love.
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After showering, Laura lay in her bed, her thoughts a whirlwind.
She turned over on the narrow mattress. She ached, with an intensity which was almost painful, to be out in the wild, stalking the nightlife, hunting for a meal.
Suddenly her nostrils flared, catching a familiar scent. Familiar, but at the same time, wholly unexpected. The scent of an aroused male.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the tempting aroma, but it seeped into her mind, elusive and seductive all at once.
She swung her legs out of bed. A drink of water. That's what I need.
She walked down the hall to the kitchen, keeping her eyes away from the door to Calvin's room. She almost staggered as she passed, the scent so strong it took all her control to keep herself from flinging it open.
She pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and leaned back against the door, drinking thirstily. It had been too long since she'd had a man. During her last weeks with the pack, Graham had been too worried to make love often.
I bet Cal wouldn't be like that. He's only twenty-seven. He could be my lover for decades.
She sank to the floor, suddenly tempted to burst into tears. Why does God hate me so much? I didn't ask for any of this. Every time I have a tiny slice of happiness it gets taken away from me.
Her fists clenched, and it took all of her self-control to stay in human form. She wanted nothing more than to shift and to run. Run up into the mountains and kill something small and helpless to fill the emptiness inside her.
Instead she capped the bottle of water and shoved it back in the fridge, and trudged back towards her room. But as she passed Cal's room for the second time, her dark-accustomed eyes caught a glimpse of movement. Her head turned, and she stopped, motionless.
Oh, my God. He's beautiful.
Eyes closed in silent reverie, he lay on his bed, nude, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight. He seemed to shine silver, as if captured moonlight was gleaming through his flesh. One hand was clasped around his rigid shaft, slowly stroking. The other hand held a small wad of tissue, and even through the sudden jolt of lust, she couldn't help but give a tender smile.
Her voice, when she heard it, startled even her. “You're driving me crazy, you know.”
She slowly stalked into the room, letting him see her body. Her breasts swayed slightly with her sensual strut. “Do you think you could jack off and not have me realize what you were doing?” She bent over the bed. She whispered, “Who were you thinking of, Cal? Some bimbo on TV?”
His throat worked as he swallowed. “It was you,” he whispered. “You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. I can't...I can't stop thinking about you.”
She let her lips curve in a slow smile and set her hand on the inside of Calvin's thigh. Inch by inch, it crept up until her palm was pressing against his scrotum. Calvin eyed her nervously, and she knew what he was thinking. Had his declaration touched her? Or had it insulted her to the point where she would crush his testes in her hands?
“Thinking of me, were you?” She let her voice fill with quiet menace.
“Quiet. You're playing a dangerous game, Calvin Smith. And you don't even know the rules.” She let her hand slide up his length. Oh, it was lovely. “Did you know,” she went on conversationally, her hand now stroking him, “that wolves mate for life?”
But a wish on a star one night led to unforeseen changes. Brian woke up the next morning with his body transformed. He was no longer Brian, but...Brianna!
Follow the two star-crossed lovers as they try to reconcile the changes in their lives. Because Brian's a lesbian now!
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“I bet you're a horny little tramp, aren't you, Brianna? If you were still a guy, you'd be hard and you'd want to go and stroke off. But you can't.” Her voice lowered, becoming deep and sultry. “Are you hot for me? Are you wet?” One hand fell casually on the inside of her thigh, sliding up the denim.
Brianna was shocked at her friend’s dirty talk and her nonchalant attitude. Was this what she was like when she wasn't around? No wonder so many young women had fallen under her spell. “I...I don't know.”
“I don't know, okay? Jesus, Jia! I've been a woman for maybe two hours, and you think I know what it's like to be...to be aroused?” she glared helplessly at her. “And what is with you? Last night the only way I would have been able to get you into my bed was with a dose of ruffies. And now you're feeling me up in your car like it's the most natural thing in the world.”
“That was then, Bree. This is now. Last night you were a nice guy who had the unfortunate disadvantage of having a dick. Now, you're a gorgeous woman with world-class boobs. And I wouldn't mind seeing a lot more than I have already.
“But I'm not going to throw you down on the floor and bang you. So I want to know what turns you on. What makes you all hot and bothered. When you were a guy, wasn't there a certain body type you went for more than others? Besides me, of course.” She smirked with pride.
“Well, yeah,” she admitted. “I always liked brunettes. Dark skin helped. Asians. Latinas. Long hair was nice, too.
“But God, Jia. When I was a guy, it was easy.” She gestured at her crotch. “Here's your weiner. Either it's hard or not.” Her lips twitched. “No wonder so many computer geeks are guys. It's a very binary world. Must be right up their alley.”
Jia snickered. “Well, that's true.
“But we can't send you out into public without knowing the basics. Otherwise you'll have your signals crossed and some randy lesbo will take advantage of you.”
She pulled neatly into a parking space across from Brianna's apartment. She looked down at her hands, which were clenched tightly on the steering wheel. “I could help you, if you want.”
“Help me what?”
“Help you figure it out. How your body works. I'm not going to send you into the wild with no more knowledge of the female body than what you picked up having sex with your girlfriends. I mean,” she said, stuttering a little, “I know you were a good lover. Careful and considerate. I've had enough girl-talk with your girlfriends to figure that out. But following instructions from your girlfriend is a lot different than learning about your own body. And you don't have the months of experimentation most kids get once they hit puberty to learn what works for you.”
She set a hand on her arm, trying to hide the way it trembled. “I'll teach you, if you want.”
But Andi quickly discovered the client was more than she had bargained for. The client was not a man, but a gorgeous young woman named Chara. Now Andi found herself caught in an ever-rising spiral of passion. Chara was intelligent, beautiful, and amazingly kind. But she had her own secrets. When they finally succumbed to their mutual attraction, would their friendship survive the revelation that Chara was not human, but a visitor from the stars, on a mission which would change Andi's life forever?
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Chara sank back in her seat as Andi drove them back to the hotel, her eyes closed. Andi sneaked furtive glances at her, once again awestruck by her beauty. Her tan skin was dark in the dim light of the dashboard. Her bountiful chest rose and fell in time to her slow breaths. Andi longed to take her into her arms and never let go.
I'm half in love with her already, she thought, and the thought nearly made her cry. When this week was over, she would go back to her dreary life. The money she would receive would perhaps allow her to claw her way out the hole she was in, but she was separated from Chara by a chasm so vast it was almost beyond imagining. She would live in Des Moines, or Omaha, or Kansas City. Meanwhile, the glamorous person sitting next to her, blessed by wealth, wit, and beauty, would doubtless travel around the world, seeing places and people Andi could only dream of. Andi could not imagine what chance had brought Chara within her orbit, but she knew instinctively that once she left, she would never see her again.
She parked the car in the hotel lot, and gently shook Chara's shoulder. “Wake up, sleepy-head,” she said softly. “We're back.”
Chara stretched and smiled at her. “Already?” she asked.
“Yes, already,” Andi smiled back.
“Your people are really quite clever,” Chara said as they entered the hotel. “Who else would think of warmers in the seats so your backside does not get cold?”
Andi laughed. “Well, if there is a way to make the driving experience more enjoyable, Americans will find a way to do it. I think we invented cup-holders, too.”
In just a few moments they were back inside the suite. Andi yawned and blinked tiredly, the stress of the day catching up to her.
“I think I'm going to take a shower, then go to bed,” she said. “Otherwise I'm going to fall right over. I had a late night last night at my other job. Unless you need me for something...” she let herself trail off suggestively, hoping Chara would catch the invitation in her voice.
“Yes, you do look tired,” Chara said, completely missing her hint. “Sleep well, and dream sweetly. Already I am looking forward to our day tomorrow.” In two quick steps she crossed the distance between them. Andi sighed in pleasure as her arms came around her in a tender embrace. She was so warm! Her touch was like stepping into a sun-warmed room on a cold winter's day. The heat sank into her muscles, relaxing her.
After a moment, Chara let her grip ease, though she still held onto Andi's shoulders. She opened her mouth, as if to make some parting comment, then closed it again. Instead, she leaned close and brushed Andi's cheek with her lips. She made as if to repeat the gesture on her other cheek, but Andi intercepted her mouth with her own, capturing her lips in a kiss.
Andi swam in a sea of desire. Chara's mouth was soft and warm and willing on hers. Her body moved closer, pliant and undemanding, content to accept Andi's affection...
Meanwhile, the spell of the succubus is having an effect on other members of Rachel's household. Goaded by urges he finds shameful and perverse, Alex finds love and acceptance in Maria's arms. And Sarah is being drawn to a new man in her life. Will they find happiness together? Or will their forbidden love doom them all? One thing is certain. When you look into the eyes of a succubus, you may see some Dark Reflections.
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Rachel frowned. The fact that Maria and Jeremy and the kids weren't going to turn into her slaves was a relief. As was the fact that even a being as obviously sex-focused as Althea had a moral center, even if that center seemed to be no more than Thou shalt not hurt anyone you don't have to and Thou shalt not bang an unwilling partner.
“That's pretty much all it is,” Althea said cheerfully. “But I don't take stuff that isn't mine, either. Most people are happy to give it to me anyway.” She smiled at Rachel's expression. “Hello? I'm in your head, remember? I know what you're thinking.” Her smile grew dark, deep, and wicked. “And such naughty thoughts you're having, Rachel. Jealous of Maria when I suggest setting her up with Alex? Who are you thinking should be in his bed, if not her?”
She patted her cheek. “Don't worry, I'm not judging you.” Her look drew inward and she rose from her seat on the grass, her body inhumanly graceful. “But we're running out of time. It's almost morning. And holding together this illusion for you is a drain on my power. I need you to do something for me, my handmaiden.”
Rachel sighed and stood. “What is it?”
“My body is missing. I need you to find it.
“Now, Rachel, go with my blessing.” Stooping, she laid a gentle kiss on her brow. Rachel's skin burned at her touch. “And wake up.”
With a start, Rachel opened her eyes. She was lying on her back. The covers had been pulled down to lie in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed. Morning sunlight poured through the open windows, and the cotton curtains swayed in a soft spring breeze. More importantly, her husband was kissing her. From the warm feeling in her chest and groin, he had been arousing her for some time.
“Well, this is a wonderful way to wake up,” she murmured softly. She smiled down at her long-time lover and best friend. “Looking for someplace to hide your morning wood?” she teased.
Josh raised himself on his arms, moving forward so he could give her another good-morning kiss. “Amazing thing, the male body,” he said, when their lips parted. “No matter how many times you make love to a beautiful woman, it can't wait to do it again.”
She smiled at the compliment, looping her arms around his neck and drawing him down to her. How long had it been since they had spent a lazy morning in bed? Years, perhaps. For the first time in far too long, there were no urgent needs driving her. No cases to prepare for, no witnesses to depose, no briefs to write and file. If she and Josh wished, they could spend all day in bed.
~Ooh, that sounds nice. Yes, let's do that.~ Althea said.
Be quiet, you, Rachel said. Can't you leave me alone for a while?
~Actually, no. I can't. That's kind of the point of this whole exercise, isn't it? And just remember, the more you make love to Joshua, the quicker you will have the mental privacy you desire. Until then, get used to having company.~
She dragged her nails up his back, tickling her husband, watching through hooded lids as his back arched under her touch. God, I've missed this. The feeling of power, even when he's on top of me, seemingly in control.
~Being a woman is wonderful, is it not? At least, when you control your own destiny. This is why my mother spurned Adam and God. She would not allow herself to become subordinate. A tool to be used.~
Tell me, she asked, is this thing with our secretions...catching? If Jeremy makes love to another woman, would she be affected?
~What, are you worried about mankind catching a case of universal horniness, as if it were some sort of awesome venereal disease?~ Althea's voice was teasing. ~Fortunately, no. It would have happened way before now. We are a lusty bunch, although there aren't many of us. You don't have to be worried about being Patient Zero in the great Sex Plague of 2016.~
And Eileen will do anything to convince Roy Lee to take him with her.
Anything at all...
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“I'm glad you're here, Eileen,” Roy Lee admitted. “If you hadn't come with me, I'd probably still be parked at that crossroads outside town, having a panic attack.”
“You're welcome, baby.” She laid her hand on his cheek, and lifted her head, brushing his lips with hers. He reached with his arm, meaning to give her a quick hug, and was startled when his hand found the warm skin of her belly, in the gap where her t-shirt had pulled away from her jeans.
Pull away, his mind commanded him. Pull away now. But her skin was soft, and warm, and her lips were firm and sweet on his. Instead, he spread his fingers and gently rubbed his hand across the smooth flesh of her stomach, smiling as she moaned into his mouth.
Eileen cradled Roy Lee's cheek in her hand, taking pleasure in the slightly raspy feel of his stubble against her palm. Below, her stomach churned in lust as the heat of his hand sank through her skin, warming her belly and her feminine core.
Suddenly, her clothes felt too tight, the loose fit of her t-shirt a restraint across her breasts, the worn denim of her jeans shackles that should be removed. Her hand moved from his cheek to the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to hers, and her lips opened, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to enter his. His hand moved from her belly to her hip, and she moved with him, rolling onto her side until her chest touched his, their bodies molded together from head to toe.
So wrong, she thought to herself. This is so wrong. If Jilly could see us now she'd have a heart attack. Seducing this boy to get out of town, Eileen? What sort of god-fearing woman does that?
But it feels so right. As soon as I felt how gentle he was, back at the salon, I knew I had to have him. And I will. Tonight.
Olivia Lee is one of the Changed, driven by her sexual gifts to protect the people of her city from those who would seek to hurt or corrupt others.
But what will happen when she meets one of the most hated and feared Changed of all? Will his tale drive her to aid him, or will she turn her back on one who most needs her sexual assistance?
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Opening the door, she stepped into the dim light of the bedroom. Soft jazz played on the radio on the nightstand, and she was pleased to see that Edward had indeed removed his clothes, and was laying on his back on the bed.
If he's a shower, not a grower, I'm still a lucky woman. But if he's a grower, well, I'm going to have one hell of a good night.
The idea that she might not be able to bring Edward to an aroused state never even thought about crossing her mind.
She slowly swayed towards the bed, hips moving in a seductive strut, her breasts bouncing not quite in time to the rhythm of her steps. Smiling, she looked down at him.
“You look about as relaxed as a man about to face the guillotine,” she said. She held up the bottle of oil. “Why don't you turn over and I can give you a massage? And after that,” she said, half laughing, as he rolled over onto his stomach, head pillowed on his arms, “we can see if the irresistible force has any effect on the immovable object.”
From beneath her came a rueful chuckle. He had a nice laugh, she thought. She wondered what he had been like, before the Change blighted his life.
She tossed the towel to one side, uncapped the oil, and poured a generous amount into her cupped hand. She knelt at his knees, her legs straddling him, and softly touched his back, gentle fingers kneading the knots softly, trying to ease the tension in his rigid muscles.
Gradually he began to unwind, his body sinking further into the mattress, his breath coming deeper. His eyes closed, he said in a sleepy murmur, “I've never had my very own geisha before. Did you acquire this skill with the Change?”
“Of course,” she replied easily, pouring more oil down his spine to pool in the small of his back. Her thumbs smoothed oil up his back, then her arms spread wide to run her hands over his shoulders and biceps. He wriggled contentedly under her touch, the curves of his ass flexing, rising up to meet her touch. “What use does a computer programmer have learning massage? None. But the Seductress? She does. And enjoys using those skills.”
She anointed her own body with the fragrant oil, shuddering in bone-deep pleasure as her slick hands rubbed it into her chest and belly. Dropping low, she ran her torso up the length of Edward's back, softly sweeping up the pale skin.
And below her, she felt him begin to respond to her touch, shivers running down his body. At the top of one stroke, she paused, her breath hot in his ear, and her tongue reached out, the tip flicking delicately on the rounded lobe.
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The angel sighed, shaking her head. “I cannot understand.” She raised her eyes to meet Althea's. “I do not fault you. A child is not responsible for her birth. But what your father did, taking a human wife and siring children on her. I cannot comprehend defying God's will in such a fashion.”
“Can you not?” Althea cocked her head curiously. “It's not that strange, you know. Lilith, my mother, had been cast out of the Garden for having the audacity to not submit to Adam's rule. And my father had been thrown out of heaven for daring to question God's will.
“Was it any surprise that when they met, they each found a kindred spirit in the other? And I am sure it made their love all the sweeter.”
“The danger.” She set Lillian down in the stroller. The sleeping infant gave an inelegant burp, and nestled down in her bed of blankets. Under the pretense of feeding John, she slipped the other strap of her dress off her shoulder, not bothering to raise the first. Now naked to the waist, she took her son from Doriel's arms. She sighed contentedly as her son's mouth closed around her nipple and her milk began to flow.
“Someone is going to see you,” Doriel observed. Her voice was low, but her eyes were wide at her shameless display.
“No one will notice who I don't want to notice. I am a succubus. I have more than enough power to hide us from prying eyes.” Little John was not very hungry. After only a minute or two of nursing, he turned his head away from her breast. She extended her thought into his mind, already going drowsy. He was well-content, warm and loved and with a full belly. She set him down beside his sister, hiding a smile. The two were always happier when they were close; a situation Althea was sure would continue into their adulthoods.
“You cannot know what it is like, Doriel. When you are doing something you know is forbidden. The rush of excitement throughout your body.” She set a hand on the angel's thigh, feeling the slow burn of heat begin in her middle. Did she dare? Could she dare? She leaned close, catching her eyes with her own. She did not try to use her powers. Only the most basic one of all. Her own beauty.
“It rushes through you, making an activity which is pleasant into an ecstatic one. When I am bedding Yasna, or Alex, or Maria, or best of all, some combination of them, along with my other wives and husbands, I know there are thousands, millions of humans who would disapprove. Who would condemn our love as unnatural or evil.”
The hem of the dress had ridden high as she spoke, gathered in her grasping fingers. She pushed it even higher, exposing the lovely lines of Doriel's thighs. Her skin was softer and smoother than silk. “Father told me what sex was like, among the angels,” she whispered. “Almost an art of its own. But is there passion? Is there true desire? Is there the sense of spitting in the face of death itself, knowing our days are numbered, and each crumb of happiness we seize is a candle lit in defiance of the darkness?”
Doriel shook her head. Althea could feel her trembling. “No. There is not.”
God, she was soaking. She was as wet as she had ever been for Rachel, or Maria, or Yasna. Or her wonderful husbands, for so she considered them in her own mind. She knelt in front of the angel, parting her thighs. “Let me show you,” she said, pulling down a fragrant wisp of underwear.
“Let me show you.”
Polina had been alone for decades, her youth slowly draining away as belief in her faded in the world above. She had taken Bill's life in trade for those of his companions. Will the heat of their passion ignite an eternal love, or are the differences between them too great?
But a long weekend with Sam provides unforeseen temptations. He’s not one to take her teasing ways lying down. Unless he's lying down with her! Because Sam has a dominant side. And he's dedicated the weekend to…Popping Cherry!
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“I'm glad we were able to spend some time together, Sam.” She made her voice a caress. “Who knows when we'll be able to hang out again?”
He shrugged, keeping his eye on his bobber, which had begun to move in an interesting fashion. Did he have a fish on the line? “You're welcome to come up and visit any time you like.”
“Not like that, Sam.” She moved closer and let her hand stroke his arm. “Alone. Just the two of us.” Now, closer still, until the swell of her breast was pressing into the bulge of his bicep. She leaned until she could breathe into his ear. “Wouldn't you like that?”
She could see the tension building in his body, the way his free hand clenched as he fought for control. “Cherry…don't.”
“Don't what?” she teased, letting her hand fall oh-so-casually on his thigh. Slowly she moved it higher, until it was resting over the hot bulge of his crotch. “My,” she breathed. “What a…big…boy you are.”
“Remember, Cherry,” the voice seemed to come from a great distance. “I warned you.”
Her head spun as she found herself thrown suddenly to the ground. Her arms were stretched up high over her head, her wrists pinioned effortlessly in one of Sam's large hands. His other hand was engaged in pulling her shirt up over her head, a task which he managed with ridiculous ease.
“Sam, what are you doing?” Her voice was high and thready.
“Exactly what you want me to do,” he gritted. He used her shirt to bind her wrists together. “Wendy told me about the games you like to play. And I've seen it myself over the last few days. You're good, I'll give you that. You play the shy little vixen to perfection. And I bet you really get off on watching men grovel and beg.
“I tried to warn you. Remember, the first night? I asked you if you knew what winning would be like? Congratulations,” he said. “You've won. And this is your prize.”
He stood and went to the car, returning with a length of clothesline. Wide-eyed, she watched as he tied it firmly around the tree, then to her wrists. Bound, she found herself unable to move more than a few inches to either side. Her mouth grew dry from fear, and another, unnameable emotion. This wasn't big, gentle Sam, who had barely spoken a harsh word to her in all the years she had known him.
Or maybe, her mind whispered to her, you're seeing the real Sam for the first time. The one he hasn't shown to anyone else.
“This is how it's going to go, Cherry,” he said, kneeling down so he could look her in the eye. “I'm going to take all your clothes off. And then I'm going to take all of my clothes off. And I'm going to do whatever I want to you.
“If you don't want me to do this,” he continued, drawing one finger down her cheek, making her shudder, “all you have to do…is say 'no.'”
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“So I am wondering,” Rachel said to Maria, “if you might want to work for my family full-time. You would do what you already do, but we would be the only household you work for. You would have to quit your existing job, of course, but I can certainly improve on your salary. Heck, I would probably save money, considering how badly your boss is shafting the both of us. In addition to taking care of the house, you would also be responsible for my husband's workshop, if he chooses to move back here. And sooner or later Sarah is going to move out. She does a lot of the cooking for us now, so we are going to need someone to prepare meals.”
“I can cook!” Maria said eagerly. Her head spun. This was a dream come true! “I love making good food! Although,” she said, her voice faltering slightly, “my meals may be different than what americanos are used to.”
Rachel laughed. “What else?” she continued. “Oh. Right. If you like, you can move in, as well. Rent-free. There is a small apartment over the garage which we've never used. It has its own kitchen and bathroom, and is hooked up to all our utilities, so you can avoid that expense. It's unfurnished, but we'll help you move your things up there if you like. It has its own entrance as well, so you would have complete privacy. You wouldn't have to worry about us barging in when you wanted to be alone.
“However,” she said, “there are a few conditions we must set.”
“Anything!” Maria said eagerly.
“First of all,” she said, “We simply must do something about this uniform. It is very unflattering for a woman with a body as lovely as yours.” She casually reached up and started to unbutton Maria's thick, heavy blouse. Her eyes were wide and avid, the pupils dilated.
In moments her uniform was unbuttoned to the waist. Rachel pushed it off her shoulders, letting the garment fall loose to drape around her middle. Her cheeks burning, she tried to cover her body with her arms, but failed utterly.
“Oh, stop it,” Rachel said gently. “Why do you try to hide your beautiful body? I know women in my office who would kill for one like yours.” She walked around Maria slowly, her hand trailing along the skin of her belly, her back. Her skin was strangely hot as she caressed the length of her spine.
“Lovely,” she said, satisfied, as she came around to her front again. “But this,” she continued, letting her hand graze the plain white cotton of Maria's bra. “It won't do. When you come to work for me, I want something more.” As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she reached behind Maria and unclasped her bra. Her breasts sprang loose, wantonly exposed to her view.
“Oh,” Rachel sighed. “Yes, that is so much better. Can you do this for me, Maria? Can you choose to not hide your beauty, but flaunt it? Show me and my family the blessings which have been bestowed upon you?
“Not that you should walk around topless every day,” she said, with a glint of humor. “I don't want to expose my family to that much temptation. I am trying to reconcile with Josh, after all. I can't have him looking at you when he should be looking at me. Just wear something attractive. Something which will remind us of the beauty to be found in the world.” Her voice deepened. “Something which will make us desire you, as a woman should be desired.”
Desire opened like a pit in Maria's belly. She trembled softly, wondering whether her deepest, most hidden fantasies were about to come true.
“You're beautiful, too,” she said softly. She stood bravely, meeting Rachel's eyes. “I would never try to take your novio away from you. He should be in your bed. But I would like to be there, too.”
But Mark and Brianna are not alone. A presence has been watching them. One fateful night, it makes its presence known. Will Mark and Brianna's love be able to survive when she's been…POSSESSED BY THE POLTERGEIST?
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~One hundred years,~ her long-dead aunt whispered. She stopped beside Bree's chair, looking down at her as she shrank away in fear. ~One hundred years of waiting, hoping that the next generation would give birth to a woman who would not throw her maidenhood away like a broken toy. One hundred years, until you came along, Brianna. It is time. I lost my life in anger, furious that my virginity could not be given to my one true love, dead and buried half a world away. Now, through you, I will experience that joy. And if God is kind, he will allow me to leave this world to be reunited with Jimmy in Heaven.~
Brianna's throat worked, caught between pity and terror. “Wait, what?”
Mark was looking at her worriedly. “Bree, are you all right?”
She held her hands up, trying to fend off his questions and a world which was suddenly moving too quickly. Her Aunt Hazel, on the other hand, had no such qualms. As easily as she would step from one room to another, she moved towards her and let her ghostly body merge with Bree's.
~Oh, God,~ a voice sighed in her ear. ~To have a body again. And such a fair one. Thank you, Grandniece.~
To her horror, she heard her voice, sounding thick and slurred when it emerged form her lips. “Mark, I'm tired of waiting. Let's go upstairs and make love.”
Mark leaned back in his chair. His eyes, reflecting the flames of the candles on the table, were wide and panicked. “What? No. No way. Bree, what's wrong with you? You sound terrible.”
No! Her head rang with the echoes of her silent shout. I won't let you do this to me! Caught between opposing forces, her body lurched back and forth in her chair. One moment it tried to rise to its feet. The next it settled back with a thump as one woman or the other gained a momentary advantage.
Mark pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and tried to dial, his fingers shaking. He looked at the screen with disbelief as it refused to follow his commands. Swearing, he jumped up and picked up the land line, finding that completely inoperative as well.
~No electronics.~ Hazel's voice was grimly amused. ~None of the tools or toys you use in this decadent age. Only two people, and their love. And me.~No! How can you do this? How can you violate me by forcing me against my will? Have you no humanity left?
~But I need to!~ Hazel's voice wailed. ~Please! I don't know how much longer I can stay sane! You have no idea how terrible my existence is. How much I hate it. Please, I just need to make love one time, then I can move on. Would you have me become a spirit of anger and hatred, haunting this house until no one is willing to live here? Until it becomes a tottering wreck, filled with rats and vermin, fit only for a bulldozer?~
Then work with me, not against me, Brianna countered. Do you think I don't care about you? God, Aunt Hazel, you're my own blood! And if you have been watching us, you know how much Mark and I care for each other. We are in love. It was only a matter of time before I decided to give myself to him. I chose tonight. If you hadn't blighted the mood, we'd probably be in his bed right now.She took a deep breath, ignoring Mark's frantic dithering. If this is what you need to move on, I will help. But you are going to be a passenger in this body. Not its operator.
But an unexpected inheritance was waiting for his grandson Thomas. An Irish goddess who Mick had ensnared decades ago showed up on his doorstep, begging him to free her from bondage.
Now Tom and Rhiannon must navigate a treacherous road. Will their growing attraction for one another allow them to part the mists of time and release her from slavery? Or will Rhiannon be bound forever, a fate worse than death for this Gaelic Goddess?
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Tom took a deep breath. “Rhiannon, I ask that you return your body to the form that most pleases you.”
Rhiannon's head snapped back and she gave a low moan. She stumbled unsteadily to her feet, hunched around her middle, bracing one hand on the arm of the couch. As he looked on, wide-eyed, a golden glow began to form around her body, centered on her breasts and her groin. He was forced to turn away, his eyes spouting tears, the light too bright to face.
Rhiannon gave a sudden shout, piercing and clear, and with a last flash, quick as a bolt of lightning, the light went out, leaving them again in the dim light of his living room. Blinking, Tom turned to look at Rhiannon.
She was standing by the sofa, a look of astonished wonder on her face. “By all the gods above and below, I thank you, Thomas Phelan,” she said.
Face flaming, he stood and walked toward his bedroom door. This was too intense. Too private. He felt like he had stumbled across a woman giving birth, or soulmates sharing their first kiss.
He halted in his tracks.
“Thomas,” she said, her voice low and vibrant.
“Yes?” he said, but did not turn to face her.
“I would like it very much if you stayed here with me,” she said.
“Are you sure?” he said nervously.
“Very much so. Who better to witness when Rhiannon, Goddess of fertility and the harvest, reclaims part of her legacy, than the one who made it possible?”
But Blue labors under a curse of her own. She is desired by all, but is incapable of allowing anyone, man or woman, into her bed. Can Edward and Olivia succeed? Or will the curse of the Change leave all of them Feeling Blue?
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Chuck Evans watched the three people in the booth near the window. His eyes were wide as he drank in Olivia's voluptuous form and Chloe's pale-skinned beauty. He pulled out his cell phone and snapped a few surreptitious pictures. Wait until he got off work! No one in the dorm was going to believe he had seen three of the Changed together! And one of them was the Seductress! And Blue Balls and E.D., too! He eagerly waited for the conversation to break off, and for the three of them to throw down in an epic fight like the one the Exterminator and the Flying Fox had in St. Louis last month.
The one which had left the Arch lying at the bottom of the Mississippi River, and the governor of Missouri howling for damages.
Sadly, no battle seemed to be forthcoming. While the conversation grew heated at times, there was no hint of violence.
Probably just as well, he thought. I need the job. And if these three get rowdy one little coffee shop is going to be the least of their concerns.
He straightened up as the Seductress rose and slowly strutted over to the counter, the hem of her dress fluttering around her thighs. He gulped, eyes wide, as her sheer physical impact drained the blood from his brain. His shaft tented his pants, and he tried to hide it behind the register.
“Hello.” he said, flushing as his voice broke like a kid going through puberty. “Can I help you? Do you need a refill?” He tried to keep his eyes off the proud hills of her breasts, their nipples poking at the thin cloth covering her chest.
“You surely can,” she said, her voice low and dark, thick with desire. “And I do need a refill. It has been...hours...since someone filled me up.” In his pants, his shaft surged, pounding with his heartbeat. He barely noticed Blue Balls stand and join the Seductress.
“Do you see my friend over there? The thin man with dark hair?”
Chuck nodded. “E.D.,” he said.
She smiled. “He prefers Edward these days. But I'm glad you know who he is. And who we are. Well, Chuck,” she said, reading his name tag. “Edward and I have a little bet. And Blue here is very interested in the result. Edward thinks I can't make you come with him in the building. You know how he is supposed to affect men. I think I can do it. Blue is going to be our witness.
“So is there someplace we can be alone? Just the three of us?”
Chuck's eyes darted between the three of them. The Seductress smiled and leaned forward, allowing him to see down her cleavage. Blue Balls rolled her eyes. In the corner booth, E.D. (no, Edward, damn it) raised his cup in a mocking salute.
“Cynthia,” he said, his voice shaking a little. “Could you watch the front counter for a few minutes? I'm taking my break.”
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“Karen,” he whispered, and then his lips were on hers, their touch setting alight a fiery blaze of passion in her body.
Soft. His lips were so soft on hers. Not demanding. He kissed her with the tender expertise of a man who did not have to prove anything, who was more than willing to accept what she had to offer. And who would stop when she drew the line.
But at the moment, she was not willing to draw a line at all. His careful restraint made her want more from him. She opened her lips eagerly, her tongue reaching for his. A gentle, teasing greeting, and then she assaulted him, her tongue tangling with his in a dance of desire. She reached up, weaving her fingers into his hair, holding him captive in a loving prison.
Kissing, licking, stroking his lips with her tongue, she fell upwards into the skies of ecstasy. Every touch only served to drive her desire higher. A lust-fogged part of her brain could only wonder at how quickly she had fallen under his spell. God, and we're only making out right now. What happens when we go further?
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“So...you're doing this for me?”
“Oh, no. I'm doing it for me. I'm not worried about your performance tonight.” She laid a hand on his cheek. “I know you'll be brilliant. I saw it the other day at your rehearsal. Someday, Alex, they are going to talk about you like they talk about Booth and Barrymore and Olivier. You're that good. All you need is time. And practice.” As his jaw dropped in astonishment at her praise, she continued. “But I need a couple of things. First, I need your power. The essence of a virile young man.” She closed her eyes, but her body shook in a shiver of desire, and she moved closer until their bodies were all but touching. “If I am right, Kincaid will be the most powerful demon-spawn I have faced in generations. And warding this house is a drain on my resources. I do not dare face him unless I am at the peak of my powers. Your seed will give me that.”
“I'm afraid, Alex. Not for myself,” she said hurriedly, as he opened his mouth in protest. “I've lived a long life. Longer than anyone else on this planet, when you think about it. If I had to, I would change many things. But I would not change how I have spent it. When I look back, I think I have made a difference.
“But I'm afraid of failing. Of failing you and your parents and all the rest. And of failing the Almighty herself. If I don't succeed tonight, if I challenge Kincaid and he defeats me, he will engage in an orgy of destruction the likes of which this town has never seen.”
She took a deep breath, and he was astonished to see tears glimmering in the glorious depths of her green eyes. “Alex, I want you to make me a promise.”
“If I fail, if I die, and you somehow escape, I want you to call this number.” She handed him a small card. A phone number was printed on the white surface in stark black letters. No other information was to be seen. “I've given it to your parents as well. And to the rest of the family. It will help you reach my sisters, Lucifer and Tera. They will come. And when they do, Hell will pay.”
He nodded quietly and slipped the card into his back pocket.
“Good. That's done.” She sighed gustily. “I haven't been this nervous in years.”
“You have stage fright?”
She waved away his incredulous question. “Not really. Some. Screw it. Yes. I'm frightened. Before, all I had to lose was my own life. Now,” she hugged him tight, her breasts flattening against his chest. “I have a lot more at risk.”
Suddenly he felt a small, hot hand resting on his erect shaft. When he looked down, her eyes were twinkling, all sign of her prior anxiety fled. “Which is why,” she husked sexily, “I need to forget about all that for a while, and concentrate on your beautiful body instead.” With frightening ease, she had him naked from the waist down. “Why don't you put down that silly script, and fill your hands with something else instead?”
But now their good-looking history teacher has been appointed the temporary coach of the volleyball team. Will these lusty young ladies be able to reach their ultimate goal, and drag Coach Glassman into bed?
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He looked up from his notes in the small coach's office next to the locker room. The practice had gone well, and he was thinking about making another change to the starting lineup. Consuela Barton, a tiny Filipina girl who had been adopted and brought to America by her childless parents, had thrown her body around with reckless abandon. Alan thought she might replace one of the girls on the back line.
Tabitha Harrington stood in the doorway, Stacie Reynolds looking over her shoulder.
“What can I do for you, Tabby?” He stood up, then frowned. “I thought everyone had left.”
Tabby nodded. “We waited until everyone else was gone,” she said. “I didn't want anyone to hear what I had to say to you.
“I wanted to thank you,” she said, voice trembling a little. “No teacher has ever stood up for me like you did today. Mr. Walton certainly wouldn't have.”
Alan sat on the edge of his desk, putting his eyes nearly level with the redhead. “Well, I can't speak for the rest of the staff. A lot of them are old and set in their ways.”
“More like fossilized,” said Stacie from her position in the doorway.
“But I won't let anyone use your...your sexual orientation as a way to mock you, any more than I would let someone make racist remarks about Jasmine or Consuela.”
“I know you won't,” said Tabitha. She took another step into the room, then paused for a moment. Alan regretted the fact that his lower body was exposed.
That's all you need. To get an erection and for these two to see it and report you. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to think of an excuse to quickly usher the two beautiful girls out of his office.
Suddenly, Tabby moved to his side and hugged him. He could feel her breasts pressing against his arm and her muscled legs were warm at his side. Before he could react she had raised her face and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her dark blue eyes shining. “I mean it.”
Alan cleared his throat nervously. “Tabby, I appreciate your…gratitude, but this isn't really appropriate,” he stammered.
“I understand,” she said softly, backing away. Although her voice was contrite, he thought he could detect the hint of a smirk in the curve of her lips.
Before he could say anything else, Stacie had entered the office, which was becoming distinctly crowded.
“It's really not fair,” she remarked. “I'm the one who has the hots for you, so why does she get to kiss you first?” Shouldering Tabby aside, she stepped into the vee of Alan's sitting legs, so close he could feel her small, exquisitely formed breasts through the cloth separating them. Leaning forward, she kissed him flush on the mouth, moaning softly. Her mouth opened quickly, her tongue swiping across his lips, as if she was sampling how he tasted.
Unable to respond, Alan blinked as she pulled away slightly. Gasping, he realized she had her hands on his thighs, her fingers slowly working their way towards his groin.
He came to his senses, almost panicking. “You have to leave,” he hissed. “Now. If someone saw this I'd be fired, and no school district would ever hire me again.”
Stacie opened her mouth, but Alan cut her off. Gently, but firmly, he removed her hand from his legs. “You're putting my entire future at risk, Stacie. Please stop.
“Go home. This never happened.”
For generations, the Temple of the Deity has kept the people of Heklos safe. But now a new religion is coming, and Abiron and Ariana, priest and priestess of the Deity, must fight to protect their nation.
But what neither of them realize is that mightiest weapon the Deity has in Her arsenal is that of sexual love. Ariana, Abiron, and those whose paths they cross will all be bound up in it, fated to become...
The Guardians of Heklos.
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Start at the waist, Ariana's advice, spoken months ago, whispered in his mind. He laid his hands gently on Angela, taking care to keep his touch feather-light. Stroking, motions slow and sure, he caressed her from hip to where the fan of her ribs began to swell into the proud outthrust of her small breasts. Stepping closer, he ran his hands down the long, strong muscles of her back, stopping short of the taut curves of her buttocks.
In turn, Angela began to explore his body. She drifted her hands down the clean lines of his chest, fingertips exploring him with delight. Her breath began to grow short. Greatly daring, she brought her face close to his neck and nuzzled him while he groaned in pleasure.
Enough, she thought. She came to him, sealing her body against his. She hooked her hands behind his shoulders and brought his sweet mouth down to hers for their first kiss. Boldly she opened her mouth and sought his tongue with hers. She felt his hands firmly grasp the curve of her hips, and in turn sought out the hard muscles of his buttocks. She cupped them in her palms, reveling in the strong feel of him under her hands.
Her hands sought to go lower. Bending her knees, she knelt before him, hands learning how his buttocks gave way to his thighs and thence to his calves. She removed his shoes, and her mouth dipped for a quick kiss on the arches of his feet. Still kneeling, her hands reached up and with sure fingers undid the flies of his breeches. She hooked her fingers in the waistband, and with one abrupt movement pulled his breeches to his feet. Eyes wide, she took in the object of her desire, standing strong and proud, bobbing in front of her face in time with his heartbeat, which she could feel in her palms as they rested on his legs. She licked her lips, staring at it. Her previous encounter, sweet as it was, had been a fumbled, hurried thing. She had had no chance to explore all the possibilities of desire. She looked up at Abiron.
“My friend, will you take me to bed?”
Now, all the women in Owen's life are treating him strangely. His landlady seems to be coming on to him. His boss at work is noticing him for the first time in years. And something strange seems to be happening to the most sensitive part of his body.
All in all, it promises to be one heck of a Saturday morning.
Gaelic Goddess - Thom Phelan inherits an incredibly sexy fertility goddess from his hated grandfather.
Holy Water - Charlie Schuler returns from war to reunite with a beautiful river spirit who has very erotic plans for him!
The Snow Maid - Bill Carter is rescued from certain death by an immortal nature spirit whose lusty sensuality stuns him!
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“My parents think I'm strange, you know,” he told Lily. They were sitting companionably on the bank of the creek, tossing pebbles into the clear water, their feet dangling in the stream. The sweet smell of plum blossoms floated by them in the warm breeze.
“I wish you had let Maggie see you when I brought her here,” he continued, somewhat peevishly. “Or Mama. Then they would know you were real, and not an imaginary friend. Mama told me not to talk about you where anyone else could hear me.”
Lilaea ignored the subject, just as she did any she did not wish to discuss. “The turtles are out,” she said with a smile, pointing at three lumpy objects basking in the sun.
Charlie followed her as she turned, and the breeze brought the scent of her hair to his nose. He shifted uncomfortably. Over the past year he had been growing more and more aware of Lily's physical presence during their time together. In fact, it was now a rare day when he did not have to duck into the barn after spending time with her and bring himself to shuddering release.
Today Lily was wearing a dress which seemed to incorporate all the flowers of spring. Thousands of delicate petals were somehow woven together into a multi-hued pastel garment which clung to her body like a second skin. From his vantage point beside her, he could peek down the open neckline and see the swells of her breasts.
She turned back towards him, her eyes wicked, and he flushed crimson.
“What were you looking at, naughty little boy?”
“I'm not little anymore,” he said, stung by her tone. “I'm taller than you are now.” Indeed, that had been a day to savor last autumn, when he finally passed her in height.
Lily flipped a hand dismissively. “All little boys are the same. They all want what they can't have.”
Hardly daring to breathe, Charlie reached out his hand and took hers, their fingers entwining. “I'm not like other boys,” he said.
She turned her head and looked deep into his eyes. He sank into them, feeling as if he were drowning. She cupped his cheeks in her tan hands, the cool skin a balm on his hot face.
“No, you're not." Soft as a whisper, her lips brushed his cheek, making him burn.
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As they waited for the priestess to arrive, Paul looked around. Aside from themselves, there were very few people in the temple. A few women, ranging in age from his own to two or even three decades more than Ariana, were near the sacred fire. As he watched, a young man, no more than seventeen, entered. He was met by a novice and led away.
“This temple does not seem to be very popular, my lady,” he said. “Or is there a special time or day to worship?”
“We all worship in our own way, Brother. Those who wish come and go as they will. No one is required to attend a service.” Ariana smiled, amused by his ignorance. She opened her mouth to tell him the special functions the priestesses of the Deity served in this temple, then thought better of it. No point working the lad up with tales of our licentiousness, she thought. Perhaps it had been a mistake to come here. Though Abiron had served her well and lustily over the past several days, this close to the sacred fire she could feel the Wanton rising within her. Her breasts warmed, and she felt a corresponding heat deep within her core. Unwillingly, she thought back to the sight of Paul, naked and dripping in the bathing pool. How sweet would it be, she thought, to take him, here and now. She clenched her teeth and fought back a surge of desire, moaning silently.
“Ariana! How wonderful to see you again!”
Her eyes popped open and she saw her old friend Pathia. She had changed little over the years. Shorter and more slender than Ariana, she had an open, expressive face and red hair that was a gift from some long-ago barbarian ancestor. With a cry of joy Ariana embraced her. For a moment, the Wanton fought free, and hidden from Paul's view by her body, her hand rose up and caressed Pathia's back. In turn, she felt Pathia's hand on her belly, stroking softly.
“Naughty, shameful thing,” whispered Pathia hotly into her ear. “Do you have time for a romp?”
Ariana closed her eyes and fought down the tide of lust rising within her. Canting her eyes sideways at the priest hovering nearby, she shook her head. Hoping that Paul had not noticed anything, she turned to him. “Brother Paul, here is my dear friend, Priestess Pathia. We served as novices together many years ago.” She turned back to her former lover with a smile. “Do you now lead this temple?”
“I do,” said Pathia. She walked to Paul, hips swaying lazily. Her entire posture was one of barely-banked sensuality. “But I always have time for a well-formed body such as his. You have brought me a lovely present, Ariana.” She brought her hand up and ran it idly down his chest towards his stomach. Her eyes were bright, pupils wide with desire.
Paul swallowed through a throat suddenly bone-dry. His legs shook. His body, which he had calmed for a time, stiffened with almost painful urgency. Unbidden, a scene came to his mind, of Pathia under him, writhing naked on a bed while he pinned her in place.
“Yes,” moaned Pathia. She smiled heavy-lidded into his eyes, and he knew she had seen his innermost thoughts. “Let's do that, shall we?” Her arms looped around his neck and she flowed up his body, body burning, mouth raised for a kiss.
Now her body is changing, her libido is growing, her chest is expanding, and no one around her is safe from her carnal urges. Because Jane Richardson is...SUDDENLY HORNY.~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~
“The kids are gone," Jane said. "They won't be back for hours. We have the whole house to ourselves.” Below the water, their groins were touching, the rough cloth of his shorts pressing against the sheer red material of her bikini. Was it only her imagination, or did she feel a stirring as the material shifted?
Slowly, like the tail of a shy kitten, his arm came around, moving through the water. She felt his hand press into the small of her back, his fingers spread wide. Gently, he pulled her against him, until they were molded together from chest to thighs. Then he lowered his head to hers and took her mouth in a long, passionate kiss.
His mouth was firm, but his lips were gentle. He tasted, faintly, but not unpleasantly, of sweat and grass and chlorine from the pool. She raised a hand to his smooth cheek, clean-shaven that morning. Her skin burned where it touched him, and below her waist she could feel the evidence of his arousal. Even through layers of cloth and pool-water, his stiffness was more than evident, and she pressed into him, wanting to merge with him, wanting him to merge with her, to be inside her.
Her lips opened, and she let her tongue glide over his lips, the tip darting out, asking for entry. With a whispered moan he opened to her, and she wrapped her arms hard around his back as their mouths and tongues began to dance together, exploring feverishly.
He was so gentle. Soft and sweet and kind, but the same time undoubtedly, exuberantly male. She ran her hands down the strong muscles of his back, dipping below the waistband of his shorts until she could grasp the firm globes of his rear. Her fingers caressed him, first stroking, then kneading, then dipping lower. When her exploring fingertips brushed him he jerked in her arms, his mouth parting from her with a muffled gasp.
“There's nothing wrong with me there,” he said, then caught his breath as her hand moved between their bodies, seeking out another sweet treasure. "Or there."
“Let me be the judge of that,” she admonished. Her fingers, skilled in the way of surgery, made short work of the buttons of his shorts. In seconds she had gained entry and her hand eagerly found what her imagination had dreamed about. There. Yes, there he was. “No. Nothing wrong at all.”
“Jane...” he breathed. She looked up to meet his eyes. “Don't take this as a complaint, but if you keep that up, you're going to have something worse than grass clippings in the pool.” He gave a slight nod to his right arm, which was responsible for carrying both their weights. “And my arm is starting to cramp.”
“I wouldn't consider it to be worse,” she mused, clinging to him tightly. She could not get enough of the feel of his body on hers. “I mean, it is a perfectly normal bodily function. And judging by some of the sounds I've heard out here, it wouldn't be the first time it's happened.”
But she decided to take pity on him. “However, there are better places where we can make love. My bedroom, for instance.”
With an athletic twist, she was out of the pool and seated on the rim. “Come on,” she said, climbing to her feet. “Let's go inside.”
The Snow Maid
Bill Carter was starving and dying of exposure when he fell asleep by the standing stone in the Russian Arctic. Sacrificing his life to save his friends, he never expected to wake up, warm, safe and healed, in the presence of the immortal Snow Maid.
Polina had been alone for decades, her youth slowly draining away as belief in her faded in the world above. She had taken Bill's life in trade for those of his companions. Will the heat of their passion ignite an eternal love, or are the differences between them too great?
Professor Brody Wyman had lusted after pretty Tamarin for years, ever since the summer he’d accidentally glimpsed her skinny-dipping down in the creek beyond her family’s farm. But he never dared to cross that forbidden line between fantasy and reality…until her father was killed in a tragic accident, and she turned to him for comfort.
Sexy Little Runaway
Hawke had been living alone for so many years that he’d almost forgotten how incredible sex could be. Now he wasn’t alone anymore—not since he’d found a ragged little runaway hiding in his barn, and realized that she was an outrageously sexy teenage girl!
Having sex really was like riding a bike. No matter how long it had been, your body remembered. And his was coming alive again with a vengeance! How long could he manage to keep his hands off her, before hot lust tore him apart?
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Hawke waited until she was gone, then turned the water to icy cold and splashed it across his sweating face. Touching her had been a big mistake. A huge mistake. Now he was going to be hard all night, and he hadn’t suffered that particular malady in too many years to count.
He’d have to take care of the problem himself, in the privacy of his own bedroom, because for sure he couldn’t turn to her for comfort. Someone had abused that poor little kid, and he wasn’t about to compound it by forcing himself on her. No matter how desperately he ached to do just that.
The pots and pans could wait. If he didn’t take care of this little...check that, big...problem right away, he was likely to do something he shouldn’t.
His legs were a little unsteady as he hurried back to his bedroom, and that was something he hadn’t experienced in a long, long time, either. Who could have guessed that, at his age, he could feel as horny as a teenage boy lusting after his first soft girl again?
Never should have turned yourself into a hermit, he thought once his door was securely closed, and he could unzip his worn jeans with a soft moan of relief. You’re too old for seduction, and too young for a second childhood. So where does that leave you?
Panting in his room like an eager virgin as he wrapped his callused fingers around the big chunk of meat that had made his Anna Maria sigh with blissful pleasure. Helluva time it had picked to rise from the dead!
Beating off really was like riding a bike, though, he realized as familiar pleasure began to spiral through his veins. Once you learned, it didn’t matter how old you were. You never truly forgot.
Heat rose in a shocking tidal wave. Why on earth had he ever stopped doing this? Why had he denied himself the amazing pleasure of physical release, as if masturbation was something inherently evil?And he wondered, as he breathlessly waited for his thundering heart to slow, how he was going to survive having a sexy young girl in the house for the next several days…
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“We're home!” Becca shouted cheerfully as Mary turned on the lights. She took off her jacket, then helped Debbie do the same thing, hanging them up neatly on the battered coatrack by the door. Free of the jacket, Debbie toddled over to her, her small round face creased in a frown.
“I'm hungwy, Mommy,” she said.
“I'll have something ready for you in a few minutes, sweetheart,” she said absently. Then she realized that Evey was looking at her with something like horror in her eyes.
'Mommy?' This child? Evey's mind reeled. She had thought the two girls were Mary's nieces. Or perhaps she was a babysitter. She looked at the two children and her mind did some rapid mental math. She couldn't have been more than fifteen when her first child was conceived. If that. Maybe less.
Mary looked at her, her chin raised, daring her to say something. “They're both mine,” she said with painful dignity, “and no one is going to take them away from me.”
“I wasn't judging,” she replied quietly. “I do social work myself. I've seen worse, believe me. I've seen thirteen-year-old boys strung out on heroin. I've seen women who shouldn't even be allowed to be near children having baby after baby. I've seen...too much,” she finished lamely, unwilling to catalog all of the horrors she had seen over the last three years.
“You talk funny,” Rebecca observed, from a spot down around her knees.
“Rebecca!” Mary said, her voice horrified. She looked at Evey in apology. Instead, she knelt down to kiss the child's cheek.
“Ah do, don't ah, punkin?” she said, emphasizing her Georgia drawl. “Why, bless yo heart, but you're just as sweet as pah.”
The little girl giggled, then spun away to sit on the couch. “You mentioned a shower?” Eveline asked, feeling her frigid, waterlogged jeans sticking uncomfortably to her thighs.
“Of course,” Mary said, blushing. She led her down a short hall to a bathroom. “Just toss your clothes outside the door. I'll put them in the dryer. It's one of the few extras this place has.”
She skinned out of her wet clothes quickly, tossed them blindly out the bathroom door, then stepped under the blessedly hot spray of the shower, letting the heat soak into her bones. Unwilling to get her long black hair wet when she had a long drive home in terrible weather, she lathered with a bar of soap over and over, until the last remnants of chill had been driven away.
She stepped out, drying herself with a threadbare but clean towel. She was just hanging it up and beginning to wonder what she was gong to wear while her clothes finished drying when there was a polite tap at the door. Mary came in, with a small pile of clothes held in her arms.
“I thought these might fit,” she started, then broke off, staring at her naked body. Her pale face, her skin like cream under Evey's gaze, flushed scarlet.
Eveline kept her face carefully neutral. Oh. So it's like that, is it? But inside, her heart leaped, even as her belly spasmed in frustrated longing. Two children, and a lesbian? She must have one hell of a story to tell. And I doubt it's a happy one.
“Thanks,” she said calmly, taking the clothes.
“I've...I've got your clothes in the dryer,” Mary stuttered, still unable to peel her eyes away from her chest. “Come on out when you’re ready.”
Adapted into a major motion picture distributed through Lionsgate
From the Queen of Erotica, Addicted tells the provocative story of one married woman’s struggle to deal with the fall-out of her forbidden desires. The world of Addicted is continued in the New York Times bestseller Nervous, and Zane’s highly-anticipated upcoming novel Vengeance, available May 24, 2016.
For successful businesswoman Zoe Reynard, finding the pleasure she wants, the way she wants it, is not worth the risk of losing everything she has: a charmed marriage to her childhood sweetheart, a thriving company, and three wonderful children. But Zoe feels helpless in the grip of an overpowering addiction…to sex.
After finding a compassionate therapist to help her, Zoe finally summons the courage to tell her torrid story, a tale of guilt and desire as shocking as it is compelling. From the sensitive artist with whom she spends stolen hours on rumpled sheets, to the rough and violent man who leads her toward destruction, Zoe is desperately searching for fulfillment—and, perhaps, something darker and deeper.
As her life spins out of control and her sexual escapades carry her toward a dangerous fate, Zoe races to uncover the source of her “fatal attraction.” Chilling secrets tumble forth and perilous temptations build toward a climax that could threaten her sanity, her marriage…and her life.
Jonquinette Pierce has never felt comfortable around men—except when she’s her alter ago, Jude, who takes over on the weekends to lead a life of wild and intense sexual escapades. Jonquinette knows she can’t keep living like this and sets out to overcome her split personality with the help of Dr. Marcella Spencer.
But Jude isn’t about to let Jonquinette off so easily. Just as Jonquinette begins falling for her hot neighbor, Mason, Jude decides she’s had enough and goes on a sexual rampage to keep her alter ego from riding off into the sunset.
Nervous takes readers back into the world of Addicted and keeps them hooked until the very end.
THE Sex CHRONICLES
SHATTERING THE MYTH
Anyone who thinks that men are by nature more sexual than women or that African-American women are especially inhibited hasn't read Zane. Here, she presents an erotic read in three parts: Wild, Wilder, and Off Da Damn Hook. With a unique ability to tell it like it is -- and also to tell it like it could be in your wildest dreams -- Zane crafts stories about everyone from the sensual housewife who wants her husband to experiment more to a secret underground sorority of women that organizes some rather unconventional social events. By turns tender and outrageous, The Sex Chronicles is a pleasure from beginning to end.
Jemistry Daniels, the beautiful, intelligent, six-figures-a-year high school principal, suffered through one bad relationship after another. No wonder she adopted the “friends with benefits” mentality when it came to men. For Jemistry, there was to be no “catching feelings.” Her biggest mistake would be to open her heart again.
When Dr. Tevin Harris meets Jemistry at a poetry reading in a café, he knows from her confessional writing that her past with men has been difficult. The prominent vascular surgeon, who has been only casually dating for years, is attracted to the embittered Jemistry nonetheless. With a little persistence, Tevin convinces Jemistry to go out with him. She has baggage, but so does he. What about his divorce?
Despite their respective pasts, Jemistry and Tevin’s chemistry is right and the relationship takes off, but not without bumps in the road. When Jemistry encounters her new beau in a compromising position with her bisexual best friend, what follows is an intense, sensuous, and unforgettable drama with surprises around every turn.
APF stands for Alpha Phi F***em, a sorority dedicated to sexual freedom and the fulfillment of its members. Zane's APF stories have appeared in her earlier collections, including The Sex Chronicles: Shattering the Myth, and are favorites among her readers.
Many readers have written to Zane and asked to join the sorority or to launch a new chapter in their region. APF is fantasy, but the enthusiasm of Zane's fans is real. So now, with The Sisters of APF, she's offering readers what they want, a book-length story chronicling the adventures—and recruitment process—of the fearlessly sexy women of APF.
Mary Ann is the daughter of a chicken farmer from South Dakota. She has never been more than fifty miles from home and has led a sheltered life. By the time she goes off to college in Washington, D.C., she has been intimate with only one man—her high school sweetheart. The resident manager of Mary Ann's dormitory, Patricia, befriends the country bumpkin. She finds Mary Ann amusing, but also senses something intriguing about her, hidden under the surface. After Mary Ann becomes smitten with Trevor, the campus playboy, Patricia is determined to show Mary Ann how not to be a victim, but rather how to outdo the players and heartbreakers. She indoctrinates Mary Ann into the ranks of the sexiest secret society ever: the sisters of APF.
Amanda is bored with life. She spends hours a day on Facebook, her parents act like they are too ancient to enjoy life any longer, and her military husband, Ralph, is deployed to Afghanistan. Gideon is not totally content at home either. His wife, Nina, is a lifetime overachiever and a workaholic. She has moved her mother into their home so she can have a live-in sitter, and Gideon has fallen to the bottom of her priority list. On Black Friday 2012, both Amanda and Gideon end up at a Best Buy to take advantage of the massive price cuts on electronics. When the store opens its door at midnight, the potential customers rush the glass doors and end up in a brawl. Built-up excitement turns into mass pandemonium as the police show up in riot gear. Tear gas containers are being tossed around like lollipops and strangers are beating on each other like a heavyweight fight at the MGM Grand in Vegas.
Amanda and Gideon both end up in the skywalk overlooking the madness and, even though they are complete strangers to each other, the adrenaline rush overwhelms them and they discover quick ecstasy among the chaos. After putting their clothes back on, followed by making formal introductions, they embark on a sexual journey together that re-ignites the flames in their souls. Both are forced to make choices that they never thought would have to be made; marriages are placed at risk; heartbreak is inevitable. What starts out merely as casual sex becomes much more than mere physical attraction and their lives begin to unravel. No matter how incredible something wrong can make one feel, eventually, Everything Fades Away.
Waitress Brooke Alexander is in love with Patrick Sterling, one of the most prominent attorneys in Washington, D.C. On his good days, Patrick is the man of every woman’s dream. On his bad days, he’s a complete nightmare. . . .
Compassionate and honest, Damon Johnson worships the ground his wife, Carleigh, walks on, while she treats him like a trophy husband and views his life aspirations as a joke. He’s beginning to wonder if he made the right decision when he asked for her hand in marriage. . . .
When a tragic event brings Brooke and Damon together, they see truths about their relationships they never wanted to accept. Sometimes two people meet by pure chance, but sometimes it’s . . . a total eclipse of the heart.
Will he consent to forever…
I know that he loves me, that’s not the problem. And I know that he’ll be there for me.
But he hasn’t mentioned forever. Not only that, but he refuses to tell his mother.
Some scars run too deep, and this one is the deepest of all.
I have everything on the line. To lose him now would be to lose it all.
**The final full length novel in Hunter and Livy's story**
Get ready to ride . . .
Tyra Masters has had enough drama to last a lifetime. Now, she's back on track and looking forward to her new, quiet life. Until she meets the man of her dreams. The tattooed, muscled biker plies her with tequila-and the best sex of her life. She knows it isn't the tequila and hot sex talking. He's the kind of man she's always wanted. Unfortunately, he's also her new boss . . .
Kane "Tack" Allen has a rule. He doesn't employ someone he's slept with. So when he learns he spent last night in bed with his new office manager, he quickly fires Tyra. Yet when Tyra stands up to him and fights for her job, Tack is intrigued. He tells her she can keep her job on one condition: no more sex. Ever. But as things heat up between them, Tack finds that he'll be the one breaking all the rules...
Succulent features twenty-seven tantalizing short stories to tease and please both him and her. For couples who want to heat things up or for singles who want to spark a fire, there are stories written especially for women, and others are penned expressly for men. From a psychic aficionado who finds more than tarot cards to spread or a ménage à trois with a fifty-year-old woman, her husband, and his new girlfriend, to a lucky bachelor who finds himself with plenty of sexy presents on Christmas -- from a promiscuous mother and daughter -- the authors in this anthology take risks, pushing the envelope as they explore unique situations sure to set fire to your fantasies. These sensual stories turn Zane on and are sure to turn you on, too.
James and Bianca’s tumultuous story continues in the sequel to In Flight.
James has initiated Bianca into a dark and drugging world of passion and pain. He taught her about her own submissive, masochistic nature, and she fell swiftly and deeply in love with the undeniably charming and impossibly beautiful Mr. Cavendish, but a painful misunderstanding and the return of the brutally violent demons of her past have combined to overwhelm Bianca, and, confused and hurt, she pushes him away.
It’s been over a month since the shocking attack that hospitalized her, and since she told a distraught James that she needed space, but her feelings haven’t gone away. Even she knew that it was only a matter of time before he would cast his spell on her again…
This book is intended for ages 18 and up.
When Washington, D.C., chiropractor Yardley Brown goes to his local bank, it isn't only to make deposits into his account. He has long since accrued some interest in Rayne Waters, a bank employee who's too beautiful to be true -- and too beautiful to be single. At least that's what Yardley believes, which is why he has never approached her.
Little does he know that Rayne is anything but taken. Not for want of trying, of course. But after barely surviving a dating disaster with her hairdresser's brother and then falling for a member of her church band who, it turns out, is celibate, she's on the verge of giving up. That is, until Yardley -- discouraged by his own slew of dead-end romances -- finally works up the courage to give her a try.
The true craziness, however, is just beginning, thanks to a cast of characters who seem bent on botching the young couple's relationship.
There's Rayne's erratic mother, who constantly boasts about being a "good whore"; Yardley's playboy buddies, always trolling for sex; and, worst of all, past lovers who make a habit of popping up and ruining things as only old flames (or previous mistakes) can. Weaving the carnal and the comical in true Zane fashion, Rayne and Yardley's struggle to find love in a world gone mad is a timeless talk about everything that can go wrong in the dating game -- and a few things that can go right.
Lamont be my government, but Hood be my name. I earned my stripes chilling up in Fat Daddy's joint, a Brownsville barbershop in the belly of Brooklyn. Some called me a street savior...others said I was just another Brownsville boy gone bad. Whatever. I brung it and I took it too. But when it was all said and done, I walked away with a lesson learned in street loyalty: ain't no need in looking over your shoulder in this game. Because your real enemies ain't aiming at your back. They lunging straight for your heart. Ya dig?
Lamont "Hood" Mason is a fearless nineteen-year-old gangsta who was born and raised in the projects of Brooklyn, New York. He was an abandoned child who roamed the cold city streets and fought hard for survival. The only thing constant in his young life was the safety of a Brownsville barbershop owned by a father figure called Fat Daddy.
The barbershop is where Hood comes of age, but cutting hair isn't the only thing Fat Daddy has going on. His daughter, Egypt, is the love of Hood's young life, and the one person whose dreams of a stable future can lead him off the grimy urban corners and out of the hustling life.
But when Fat Daddy gets caught slippin and crosses paths with Xanbar, a notoriously brutal drug kingpin, his vices threaten to bring death down on the family Hood loves. In an effort to protect his own, Hood and his best friend and hustling partner, Dreko, take to the streets on a bloody mission that doesn't go exactly as planned. Hood returns to find his world turned upside down by a wave of sex, violence, and betrayal. No longer the starving kid on the street, he's now a man seeking vengeance and retribution, and he might be forced to choose between bending or breaking as he picks up the shattered pieces of his life, one by one.
Chico, a nineteen-year-old mail-room clerk who still lives with his overprotective mother, is the typical young man when it comes to sex. He doesn't turn it down. So, when Zetta Wolfe, the wife of CEO Tomalis Wolfe, attempts to seduce him, he jumps at the opportunity. Meanwhile, Anastasia, a twenty-five-year-old secretary, along with her best friend and coworker, Shakia, spends her nights in the secret penthouse maintained by Wolfe executives for partying and wild sex. She has higher aspirations though -- she wants to be the next wife of the CEO. Tomalis has never actually participated in the in-office sexual activities, but Anastasia plans to seduce him by the end of the year.
Diana, a thirty-five-year-old single mother is frustrated with her current position as an executive assistant. Every time she approaches her boss, Bradford, about the possibility of a promotion, he makes her promises that he never keeps. Meanwhile, Edmund, a parking-garage attendant, has the hots for her, but she won't give him the time of day. That is until two of her girlfriends drag her to a holiday cabaret and she discovers another sexier side to this blue-collar man.
The week leading up to the Wolfe Industries annual Christmas party is unforgettable, as the lives of four people who have barely interacted with one another in the past begin to cross paths in the most disturbing ways. By the time the party is over, they will be lucky if the skyscraper is still standing.
For anyone who has ever observed the behavior of a close friend or family member and suppressed the urge to scream "Shame on you!" out loud, Shame on It All is the novel for you.
Harmony, Bryce, and Lucinda (a.k.a. Lucky) Whitfield are sisters in every sense of the word. They argue and get on each other's nerves, but when it comes down to the wire they are extremely protective of one another. Shame on It All follows their adventures, their friendships, their love lives, and their outlooks on life in today's society. Jam-packed with unpredictable, unbelievable, and just downright crazy situations with a few surprising twists thrown in for good measure, Shame on It All is as wild as they come.
Night time is the right time...
Gwendolyn Kidd has met the man of her dreams. He's hot, he's sexy, and what started as a no-names-exchanged night of passion has blossomed into a year and a half-long pleasure fest. Sure, it's a little strange that he only appears in her bed at night, but Gwen is so sure he's the one, she just can't turn him away...
Hawk Delgado knows more about Gwen than she could ever imagine. She's gorgeous, headstrong, and skittish about relationships. But Hawk is facing his own demons, demons that keep him from connecting with anyone. Yet when Gwen is drawn into Denver's lethal underground scene, Hawk's protective nature comes out full force. The problem is, when Gwen gets a dose of Hawk's Alpha attitude in the daylight, she's not so sure he's the one anymore....
Ruby Scott is a beautiful, quiet event planner who leads an oh-so-respectable life. Yet the things that go on in her secret fantasies are anything but. She has every intention of keeping her hidden desires under wraps-until she meets a gorgeous, hard-muscled man ten years her junior. Mark St. Crow is a gifted, up-and-coming musician who collects erotic art and loves to "play" women as much as his piano. After one night of uninhibited passion, Ruby realizes there's no turning back. But as she surrenders to her deepest needs and lets Mark control every forbidden thrill, her passion for him builds. Can the wild, intoxicating nights they share lead to a love that will last forever?
Pasha Allen is back. And she’s on a mission. To uncover the names of her attackers who played a brutal role in her abduction and vicious assault over a year ago, then lure them—one by one, to their demise.
As fate would have it, there’s someone else who has also been scheming for information about the events leading up to her kidnapping. And, in one night, Pasha’s life is suddenly turned upside, refueling her desire for revenge. As a result, unsuspected alliances are formed. New friendships are forged. And Pasha finds herself entangled with someone who may be as ruthless as she is fabulous.
Suddenly, as lies unfold and truths are told, Pasha’s thirst for payback takes on a dramatic new twist, causing her to weave a dangerous web of seduction—using her greatest assets: her mesmerizing beauty and sexual prowess—to get what she wants, by whatever means necessary. But—before she can take down the cold-blooded man she once loved and his goons—she must first confront the one person who deceived and hurt her the most. And those around her will soon learn that betrayal can cost you everything, including your life . . .
Zane Presents serves up its eighth Eroticanoir.com anthology, an impressive compilation of short stories by twenty-five up-and-coming writers of erotica plus Zane, who dishes out a tale about a town that once visited will leave memories that last forever. Busy Bodies is filled with erotic escapes and sexy scenarios. From the student in a faraway place who encounters a mysterious man with a supernatural attraction, to a boyfriend who gives his girlfriend a birthday surprise she never saw coming, this diverse collection of stories is an express train to all points of passion and pleasure.
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It's a hard knock life for Saucy Sarita Robinson and the rules of the game are clear: get yours or get had. When her father gets popped in an armed robbery and her mother turns to drugs, Saucy is left to scratch out a life for herself on the streets of Harlem, and this city-slick vixen refuses to become a victim.
Young, hot, and hungry for the spotlight, Saucy has a full package and uses her assets to get whatever she wants: 128th Street has its own rules, and she knows them well. With sex as her weapon of choice, Saucy hustles her way straight into the heart of the hip-hop underworld, preying upon any man -- or woman -- who might help her get ahead. But Hottt Saucy just can't get enough. Her calculating nature and insatiable appetite for power and prestige tempt her into dangerous waters, and before long she finds herself in too deep. The shot callers of the hip-hop world have a few tricks for Saucy -- a gutter plan to force her back onto the very streets that she came from.
But Saucy refuses to go down easy. She plots her revenge against some of the most powerful playas in the music industry, never suspecting that her enemies will fight back...and fight back hard.
Follow us on http://www.instagram.com/GOOD2GOPUBLISHING for Free Giveaways. Reality Way introduces to the world Omar Goodness better known as The Panty Ripper. Omar has it all smarts, the looks and plenty of money in his bank account. The one thing he's lacking is a woman that he can call his own. That is until he meets a woman that he can't seem to get off his mind. Omar is willing to get his dream girl by any means necessary even if that means he has to get down and dirty. He's even willing to break a few laws or bones if necessary. Will Omar get the woman of his dreams or will his reputation of being a panty ripping sex machine get in the way of his happily ever after?
Join Reality Way as he takes you on a hot, steamy, sexy ride that's sure to have you moaning for more, where part 1 left off.
Three years after the end of Addicted, Zoe and Jason Reynard are still married and raising their family together. But Zoe has a new “dirty little secret” that leaves her torn between being honest with her therapist, Dr. Marcella Spencer, and her mother—or continuing her forbidden hotel rendezvous with a man who calls himself “Orpheus.”
Has Zoe truly overcome her sexual addiction through the strength of her love for her husband and continued therapy? Or is she still jeopardizing everything and everyone she holds dear in order to satisfy her fantasies?
A national bestselling author and formerly a self-published phenomenon, Zane ushers readers into an exhilarating world that is rich with original, fresh characters. There's Tempest, barren from a botched abortion, who is a dedicated counselor at a teen pregnancy center. She unexpectedly falls head over heeels in love with Geren, a man who brags constantly about his desire to have a house fulll of babies. As their relationship blossoms, Tempest is anxiety-ridden over her secret infertility, only to be astonished when she discovers that Geren has a huge secret of his own -- which will take her life in directions she never imagined. To add to the drama, there's Tempest's best friend, Janessa, and her cheating boyfriend, Dvonté. Just as Janessa decides to give the troubling boyfriend a rest and get on with her life by entering pharmaceutical school, she becomes pregnant. When Dvonté turns his back, she has to make a difficult, life-altering decision.
The Heat Seekers is a wonderfully engrossing novel about friendship, love pain, and ultimately the ability to step up to the plate by being a responsible father and partner. A certifiable page-turner, this story delivers all the dramatic goods as it takes readers through a romantic journey in search of total satisfaction and self-knowledge.
What is the price of redemption?
Rescued from sexual slavery by a mysterious Pakistani officer, Caleb carries the weight of a debt that must be paid in blood.
The road has been long and fraught with uncertainty, but for Caleb and Livvie, it’s all coming to an end.
Can he surrender the woman he loves for the sake of vengeance?
Or will he make the ultimate sacrifice?
Ethan Blackstone has a problem on his hands. He’s broken Brynne’s trust and she’s left him. He’s unwilling to live without her and isn’t giving up—he’s dead-set on getting his beautiful American girl back. The passion between them was explosive, but the secrets they hid from each other are dark and chilling and are powerful enough to destroy their shot at a life together. With political threats now directed at Brynne, Ethan is running out of time and he’ll need to gather all his strength and agility to protect her from the dangers that could take her away from him forever. Will Ethan be able to save Brynne from a past that keeps her locked in fear? Will he ever feel the warmth of her touch, the solidity of her trust again? This is a love-struck man who is willing to do whatever it takes to possess the heart of the woman he loves. He’ll go to any lengths to protect her. He’ll go all in.
Here is the fiery story of what happens when two people surrender to a love so great it can heal the scars of the past and give way to a life of pure, rapturous ecstasy.
It was her cutthroat ambition and ruthlessness that got Katrina—or Kat for short, out of the hood and on top of her game. Once a murderer on a seductive prowl with two missions in mind—satisfying her insatiable libido and killing unsuspecting marks—Katrina has lain down her guns. Having once used her alluring charm and exotic beauty to lure men to their deaths, Katrina has had a change of heart.
She’s settled for a simpler life and traveling, partying, and shopping have become her only guilty pleasures. In addition, she’s avoiding relationships and men like the plague. For her, life couldn’t be any sweeter—at least that’s what she wants to believe.
But, when drama rears its ugly head, Katrina returns with a vengeance. There’s the issue of confronting her ex-friend who she learned had slept with an old boyfriend. Then there are her three aunts—who are angry with how she treated her mother. And now she has to face her family, her demons, and the woman behind them—reopening old wounds, trying to mend new ones. Ultimately Kat has a new mission: to find the man behind her mother’s death and serve him up a dish of her own justice the only way she knows how—with a bullet to his head.
With brains, beauty, and a four-carat diamond engagement ring, Pasha Willow seems to have the perfect life. She’s the successful owner of a trendy hair salon, lives in a posh condo with her handsome soon-to-be husband, drives an expensive car, and indulges in relentless shopping sprees. But behind the high-end fashion, captivating smile, and mesmerizing eyes, belies a woman with a deep, dark secret.
While her fiancé served five years in prison, Pasha found an alternative way to feed her desires—one that ended with several obsessed men clamoring for more of her. And now, with the love of her life a free man and back in her arms, she must find a way to balance her past with her present and not give into temptation.
As her wedding day slowly approaches and her dirty secrets begin to unfold, Pasha scrambles to keep her lies and indiscretions from getting out of control and ruining her life.
Having paid dearly for ignoring Elua's edict to love as thou wilt, Imriel and Sidonie have finally come forward to publicly confess their love for each other---only to watch the news ignite turmoil throughout the land. Those who are old enough cannot forget the misdeeds of Imriel's mother, Melisande, whose self-serving lies plunged their country into war.
In order to quell the uprising, Queen Ysandre hands down a decree: she will not divide the lovers, but neither will she acknowledge them. And if they decide to marry, Sidonie will be disinherited.
That is, unless Imriel can find his mother and bring her back to Terre D'Ange to be executed for treason....