Feeling Blue: Book 2 of "Tales of The Change"

Boruma Publishing

Olivia Lee, also known as the Seductress, has cured Edward Brewster of the curse of impotence. Now she has set her sights on bigger game. To prove she is a sexual healer, she and Edward seek out Blue Balls, a young woman who has been Changed to be irresistible to both men and women.

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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Boruma Publishing
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Published on
Feb 16, 2016
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Pages
27
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ISBN
9781310683923
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English
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Fiction / Erotica / General
Fiction / Erotica / Science Fiction, Fantasy & Horror
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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.”


“I wasn't...”


“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.


“Not mine?”


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.”


When circumstances leave her with little choice but to volunteer for the Interstellar Bride Program, Hannah Johnson finds herself matched with not one but two mates. Her soon-to-be husbands are warriors of the planet Prillon, a world whose men are known far and wide for their prowess both in battle and in bed. 

Following her transport to a starship halfway across the galaxy, Hannah awakens in the presence of Zane Deston, the huge, fiercely handsome commander of the Prillon fleet. After informing her that she is now his mate, as well as the mate of his second, Zane takes it upon himself to supervise as Hannah is thoroughly and intimately examined. Her failure to properly cooperate with the ship’s doctor earns her a painful, embarrassing spanking on her bare bottom, but it is her body’s response to the exam which truly leaves her blushing. 

Though Hannah is shocked by the prospect of being shared by Zane and his second, the equally handsome warrior Dare, she cannot hide her arousal as her two dominant mates take their time in mastering her body. As the day of the claiming ceremony approaches, Hannah begins to long for the moment when Zane and Dare will make her fully theirs, but can she risk giving her heart to men who might die in battle any day? 

Publisher’s Note: Mated to the Warriors is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Assigned a Mate. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
When Jack's sexy neighbor caught him peeping in her window, he thought his life was over. But Jillian Murphy is on the rebound from a bad marriage, and is on the prowl for some fresh young meat. Before he knows it, Jack is under the control of His Horny MILF Neighbor!

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“Um.” He swallowed. “I want to apologize. When I was upstairs yesterday, I opened the curtains because I hoped to see you naked.

“You have every right to tell my parents, or call the cops, or whatever else you think is appropriate.

“I’m sorry,” he finished. “I’m really, really sorry, and I will never do anything like that again. Not to you or to any other woman.”

After, a long moment, she blinked. “An apology. Well. Apparently you’re not a complete prick.” She paused, seemingly gathering her thoughts. “So, Jack.” Her tone was chilly. “Here’s the question. Were you spanking the monkey last night because you were seeing a naked woman? Or because I was naked?”

Jack didn’t need to think about it. “It was because of you.”

“Oh? Do you think I’m beautiful?” He thought he could see something stirring in her eyes.

“No,” he answered honestly. “I don’t think you’re beautiful.

“I think you’re hot.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Lots of women are beautiful. Or want to be. And they’re going to spend the rest of their lives trying to hold onto the way they look right now. And the older they get, the harder they’ll try. Eventually, they’ll be nothing but makeup and liposuction and dye-jobs and botox. I’ve seen it with my mother’s friends. It looks like their faces will crack if they smile.”

Jillian’s lips twitched, and that gave him the courage to go on. “But you, Mrs. Murphy. You don’t seem to care. I mean, you look good. But you don’t have to work at it. You have this grace, this natural flow about you. You remind me of a tiger. Or a leopard.”

“Not a cougar?” Damn it, there was a smile playing around one corner of her mouth. For the first time, he felt himself relax slightly.

“Maybe. You’re…you’re just sexy, Jillian. I’ve thought so for years. And I wanted to see you. All of you.”

“Hmm.” For a long moment, Jillian stared at him. She nodded once, abruptly. “All right. Apology accepted.”

He felt his knees buckle. “Oh, thank God,” he said. He turned for the door. “I’m sure you don’t want to see any more of me,” he said, realizing he was babbling, but unable to shut up. “I’ll see you later.”

He felt his shirt sleeve seized in an iron grip. “Oh, no you don’t.”

“What?”

Her face was lit by some unnameable emotion. “I said I accepted your apology. I didn’t say that I was done with you.

“I. Own. You.

“So here’s how it’s going to be, Jack. You can walk out of here. And sometime in the next couple of days, your entire comfortable little world is going to come tumbling down around your ears. Maybe it’s an anonymous phone call to the cops. Maybe it’s a letter in the mailbox. Maybe I show up on your front doorstep, and walk to talk to your parents.

“So unless you do what I want, I ruin you.”

Jack could almost feel the blood draining away from his face. “So what is it? What do you want?”

Jillian stepped closer, so close he could almost feel the heat of her body. “Oh, don’t look so scared.

“Do you know,” she asked, one hand tracing patterns on his chest, “how long it's been since I've been in bed with a man who found me attractive? It has to be nearly twelve years.

“So here’s the deal, Jack. You show me exactly how hot you find me. And I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

He stared at her. "You're blackmailing me into sex?"

When a potential threat against her life forces Eva Daily to seek shelter on another world, she has only one option available to her. She must offer herself to the Interstellar Bride Program. After a deeply humiliating assessment of her suitability, Eva will be assigned a mate and transported to his world to become his bride. 

Upon arriving on the desert planet Trion, Eva soon learns that things are quite different than she is used to on Earth. Her assigned mate, the powerful, handsome High Councilor Tark, makes it clear that she will be expected to submit to him completely, and she quickly discovers that disobedience will earn her a painful, embarrassing spanking on her bare bottom. 

An intimate examination from her new mate leaves Eva blushing crimson, but to her surprise Tark’s mastery of her body arouses her beyond anything she could have ever imagined. Soon enough she finds herself naked, bound, and unable to resist the urge to beg for more as his skillful lovemaking brings her to one shattering climax after another. 

It doesn’t take long, however, for Eva to realize that there is much more to Tark than just a dominant brute who will not hesitate to take his misbehaving wife over his knee and redden her bare bottom thoroughly. But just as her passion for him begins to blossom into love, events back on Earth threaten to tear her away from him forever. Can Eva find a way to remain at Tark’s side and in his bed, or will she be left with nothing but memories of the man who has claimed both her body and her heart? 

Publisher’s Note: Assigned a Mate is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Mary was running away from a lifetime of abuse, looking only for a safe place to raise her children. Eveline had been rejected by her family, and was trying to start her life over. When chance threw them together, it was only a matter of time before the sparks of desire caught fire. But will their mutual attraction be enough? Only time will tell, as Mary attempts to embrace her…Innocent Passion.

 

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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.”

When Jack's sexy neighbor caught him peeping in her window, he thought his life was over. But Jillian Murphy is on the rebound from a bad marriage, and is on the prowl for some fresh young meat. Before he knows it, Jack is under the control of His Horny MILF Neighbor!

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“Um.” He swallowed. “I want to apologize. When I was upstairs yesterday, I opened the curtains because I hoped to see you naked.

“You have every right to tell my parents, or call the cops, or whatever else you think is appropriate.

“I’m sorry,” he finished. “I’m really, really sorry, and I will never do anything like that again. Not to you or to any other woman.”

After, a long moment, she blinked. “An apology. Well. Apparently you’re not a complete prick.” She paused, seemingly gathering her thoughts. “So, Jack.” Her tone was chilly. “Here’s the question. Were you spanking the monkey last night because you were seeing a naked woman? Or because I was naked?”

Jack didn’t need to think about it. “It was because of you.”

“Oh? Do you think I’m beautiful?” He thought he could see something stirring in her eyes.

“No,” he answered honestly. “I don’t think you’re beautiful.

“I think you’re hot.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Lots of women are beautiful. Or want to be. And they’re going to spend the rest of their lives trying to hold onto the way they look right now. And the older they get, the harder they’ll try. Eventually, they’ll be nothing but makeup and liposuction and dye-jobs and botox. I’ve seen it with my mother’s friends. It looks like their faces will crack if they smile.”

Jillian’s lips twitched, and that gave him the courage to go on. “But you, Mrs. Murphy. You don’t seem to care. I mean, you look good. But you don’t have to work at it. You have this grace, this natural flow about you. You remind me of a tiger. Or a leopard.”

“Not a cougar?” Damn it, there was a smile playing around one corner of her mouth. For the first time, he felt himself relax slightly.

“Maybe. You’re…you’re just sexy, Jillian. I’ve thought so for years. And I wanted to see you. All of you.”

“Hmm.” For a long moment, Jillian stared at him. She nodded once, abruptly. “All right. Apology accepted.”

He felt his knees buckle. “Oh, thank God,” he said. He turned for the door. “I’m sure you don’t want to see any more of me,” he said, realizing he was babbling, but unable to shut up. “I’ll see you later.”

He felt his shirt sleeve seized in an iron grip. “Oh, no you don’t.”

“What?”

Her face was lit by some unnameable emotion. “I said I accepted your apology. I didn’t say that I was done with you.

“I. Own. You.

“So here’s how it’s going to be, Jack. You can walk out of here. And sometime in the next couple of days, your entire comfortable little world is going to come tumbling down around your ears. Maybe it’s an anonymous phone call to the cops. Maybe it’s a letter in the mailbox. Maybe I show up on your front doorstep, and walk to talk to your parents.

“So unless you do what I want, I ruin you.”

Jack could almost feel the blood draining away from his face. “So what is it? What do you want?”

Jillian stepped closer, so close he could almost feel the heat of her body. “Oh, don’t look so scared.

“Do you know,” she asked, one hand tracing patterns on his chest, “how long it's been since I've been in bed with a man who found me attractive? It has to be nearly twelve years.

“So here’s the deal, Jack. You show me exactly how hot you find me. And I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

He stared at her. "You're blackmailing me into sex?"

Lord William Suffieled was sailing to America with his new wife and her maid. But when their ship is taken by a crew of all-female pirates, he finds himself their unwilling captive. Who is Captain Grace O'Leary? And what does she have planned for him? Now William, his wife Constance, and their maid Molly are all sailing on the "Tides of Lust!"

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Grace watched as a riot of emotions chased themselves across William’s face. Confusion, understanding, a bright surge of hope, an answering darkness as he shook his head.

“I am married, my lady captain,” he said, taking refuge in formality.

Damn the man! Why did he have to be so…so honorable?

She would not, would not beg, she swore to herself. “True.” She backed away and leaned against a bulkhead, crossing her arms under her breasts, using the motion to lift them slightly. Her lip twitched as she caught William noticing. “But do you wish to go to her bed, as her husband, with this hanging over your head?

“One night, William. I offer nothing more. And nothing less.

“You say she is cold to you. I am not. I am not like my sisters. I am not drawn to them. I want…” Their eyes locked suddenly, sea-gray meeting his dark blue, like the twilight sky in the last moments before true night fell. “I want a man. I want to feel him inside me. I want muscles and strong arms and legs and something long and hard I can ride.”

She watched him lift the glass to his lips, swallowing the last of the whiskey. Slowly, he rose to his feet and set the glass aside, and she despaired, sure he was about to leave.

In two long strides, he was next to her. She gasped as she felt his arms close around her, holding her tight. She felt his head nestle against her hair, and she returned his embrace, knowing without being told his need for simple human comfort.

When they parted, his eyes were shining in the lamplight. “So,” he murmured. “How do you want to do this?”

“I want to make love to you,” she answered. She held up her hand as he tried to speak. “Not with you. To you.

“Stand over there,” she said, using her chin to point at the curtained alcove where her bunk lay. “Very good,” she smiled as he obeyed her order. She followed, looking up at him, admiring his well-made body. Even as she did, she could feel her pulse begin race excitedly, her body preparing itself for love.

Seven weeks. Seven weeks since they had left port. Seven weeks since she’d had a man. Touching herself until she gained release was not nearly enough, and even if she had been like some of the other women on the ship, who did not blink at taking female lovers, doing so would have undermined her authority.

“What-“ but she cut him off.

“I am making love to you,” she repeated. She stepped closer, running her hands over the fine cloth of his shirt, feeling the strong muscles underneath. For once she was glad William was not dressed in his customary finery. He looked very well in the clothes of a lord, but getting him out of them…

That would take far too long.

Finian is an apprentice to his grandfather, High Druid of all Britain. Eilonwy is the daughter of the queen of the dryads. When the high druid died, their world was thrown into tumult. For generations the druids had merged their bloodlines with the spirits of stone, sea, and sky, the better to bridge the gaps between their worlds.

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.”

When her lover was killed, shifter Laura Hudson was beaten half to death and left to die by the alpha of the Lupe Mountain pack. When she woke, she was warm and cared for, her wounds tended. But her healer was a beta male!

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.

“I didn't-”

“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?”

Scout Lieutenant Shaydra den'Kurona was trying to escape the stifling responsibilities of her homeworld. But a quick stop on an out-of-the way planet brought her face-to-face with her own desires.

Mark Paxton was stuck in a dead-end job in a small town. But one night a starship landed next to him. Now a sexy alien is living with him. One magic night he will find out that Space Girls Are Easy!

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They didn’t quite fall into each others’ arms when the door to his bedroom closed behind them. It was more like a mutual tackle; fierce and almost violent. Shayla climbed him like a tree, her arms wrapping around his neck, and she kissed him, kissed him hard, her tongue forcing itself between his lips and searching his out. When they met, it was as if a jolt of electricity coursed through their paired bodies. He groaned, opening his mouth wide, his hands clutching the curves of her rear.

“The bed,” he panted. “On the bed. If we keep this up, we’ll fall down, and I’ll be damned if I make love to you on a hardwood floor.”

He staggered over to the bed and fell backwards onto it, cushioning her fall with his body. For a second she simply lay on his chest, enjoying the feel of his strong body under hers. But after a moment she slithered higher, then sat up on her heels. Catching his eye, she raised her hands to the shirt-cord, tied in a low knot just above her breasts. Moving slowly, she undid the knot, then pulled the cord out of the lace-holes, one at a time, until her shirt was hanging open, barely hiding her chest.

As she teased him, he put his hands on her hips, his thumbs stroking the flat planes of her stomach. When the garment was finally undone, she slipped it off, eyes shining with pride as she watched his face change.

His hand curved up her back, then settled bare inches away from her breast. She swallowed at the heat of his touch.

“Don’t your people wear bras?”

“A what? A bra?” She shook her head. “I am unfamiliar with this word.”

“It’s a…a garment, worn across the chest, under the shirt. It’s used to support the breasts.”

“Support them? Why?” He saw her eyes narrow dangerously. “Do you think my breasts need to be supported, Earthman?”

“God, no. But women,” he flushed, realizing he was babbling like an idiot, “women here on Earth wear them because eventually their breasts might get saggy. As they get older.” He tried to smile winningly up at her. “I bet you wouldn’t like that.”

She said loftily. “My body would never allow that. Not with genetic bodysculpting. I was personally declared clean of over five thousand potential defects in my genome following my conception. My breasts,” she said, bouncing just enough to make them wobble enticingly, “will stay their current shape for the rest of my life. Unless I choose to modify them in some way.”

Mark swallowed. It suddenly came clear to him just how far in advance of his own planet Shayla’s technology was. Bodysculpting? It sounded like something out of a sci-fi novel. He glanced down at his own body. Did he disgust her? Despite her claims to love him, despite the supposed lifemating, would she recoil when he was naked in front of her?

She caught his look, and the thought behind it. She leaned down, her face tender. “You are not inferior,” she said softly. She drew her finger down from his cheek to his lips, tracing their lines lovingly. “Not in any way. I know it, in my heart. Just because your people did not have the advantages of mine does not mean you are somehow defective.

“We will take you back to my ship,” she continued. “A short time in the autodoc and we will have a complete gene-scan. And you will see, beloved, that you are worthy to be my lifemate.

“Now will you please love me as I need?”

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