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?
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.
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?”
Or how sweet the reward. For Kitiara didn't want the sweet caresses of a man, but the firm hand of a woman!
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Her legs shifted under the gauze-like material of the robe, making it ride higher on her thighs. Nora swallowed. For months, she had been fighting a battle against herself, not daring to acknowledge how attractive the younger woman was becoming. “Tell me,” Kitiara continued, her lips curving in a grin. “Which one would have you taken to bed? The tall one? You could have climbed her like a tree.”
“They were all lovely,” Nora replied. She held up a hand and wiggled her fingers. “Which one of these is more attractive?”
“What?” Kitiara leaned back, her lips curling in a disbelieving smile. “The men, too?”
She shrugged, her face heating. “Yes.”
Kit shook her head. “Unbelievable. I would have sworn that you have never found a man attractive in your entire life, Nora.”
“And how should I have found a man attractive?” she flared, upset at her gentle mockery. “I was thirteen when I came to court, Kit. Thirteen! Should I have chosen a husband from among the pimply, stupid louts whose fathers farmed the lands around Buckhallow? They only had one thing on their minds. This,” she said, pointing at the spot between her legs. She was ashamed to feel her eyes pricking with tears.
“And when I came to court, when your mother chose me as Companion, I traded one set of fools for another. They didn’t want me. They didn’t want the brown-haired farmer’s girl who was in way over her head. No. They wanted the Heir’s Companion. All they saw was the power I could bring them. How if I married them, they could use me to influence you and the queen.”
Kitiara raised her brows, but did not respond to her unusual spate of ill-temper. “So you could bed a man, do you think?” Her voice was softly pensive.
“I could,” she sighed, suddenly tired. “I will never stop wanting women. But I could do it. With a man. I even wonder what it would be like, sometimes. The last time I was at the temple, I almost asked for one. But it would have to be the right man. Someone who was completely unconcerned with rank, and privilege, and power. Someone who was lovely, not just in his body, but in his soul. Someone I was sure was not trying to use me, or you, or your mother the queen.”
A tear ran down her cheek, and she sniffled. “Rotten brat,” she said, her lips trembling in a weak smile. “How do I always end up telling you everything?”
“Because you love me,” Kitiara said cheerfully, finishing her wine. She got up and walked to the sideboard, pouring another measure into her cup.
“Arrogant, too.” Nora drained her own goblet. The wine was stronger than what she was used to, rich and red, and she was beginning to feel pleasantly muzzy around the edges of her mind. “I obviously didn’t paddle you often enough when you were a child.”
“Maybe you should start doing it again.” To her utter astonishment, Kitiara bent over the arm of the couch that faced hers. The position put her rear only a foot or so away from her face. “Would you like to paddle me?” she asked, her voice suddenly low and sultry. “Paddle me, sweet Eleanora, and turn my little bottom nice and rosy pink?”
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~So close, and so far away.Ron was driving her crazy, even though he had barely made a single move in her direction. Martya’s arousal rose with every breath she took, taking in his clean male scent. If the kids hadn’t been in the same room, she thought, smiling, she would have already been naked. She shivered at the thought of them making love someday, in front of the fire, the warm orange light gilding their bodies.Which didn’t mean she couldn’t do anything about the situation. As he spoke quietly, telling her about his theories about love and witches and Disney movies, she moved her hand under the blanket. With quick, deft moves, she unbuttoned his jeans and slipped her hand under the waistband.Jackpot.His manhood filled her hand, hot and hard and erect, and she had to bite her lip to stifle the moan of longing which would have had the girls looking at her curiously. As it was, his softly-spoken narrative stumbled to a halt as she stroked him, and he was unable to pick up the tangled threads of conversation.“What’s the matter?” she teased, running her fingers up and down his length. And damn, what a length it was! “Cat got your tongue? Or does something else…have something else?”A muted groan, little more than a huff of air, was her only answer.“From the first moment that I saw you, in the store,” she murmured, leaning close so she could whisper into his ear, “I wanted you.” She followed up the words with a sharp nip to his earlobe, which won a startled jerk. She licked the lobe in apology, then took it into her mouth, suckling softly. “So young. And no idea how hot you were.“Of course,” she continued, choosing brutal honesty, “if I had thought you were just jacking things from the store to get your kicks, I would have hauled your ass in to the station and turned you over to the cops, and never given you a second thought.”“Good thing I wasn’t then, isn’t it?”“Oh, yes. And it’s always nice to know that your interest is…returned.” She ran her thumb around his crown, spreading his moisture around and around the soft flesh, feeling him shiver in frustrated longing. She could sense him shifting on the couch, his hips lifting to push himself into her hand, and smiled. Over the past year, when she had been almost numb from the loss of Harry’s death, she had wondered whether she was still attractive. Ron’s unabashed desire for her woke a feeling of fierce pride inside her.
I’m going to wear his young ass out, she thought.
In “The Horniest Angel,” a bored angel is sent down from heaven to earth. When she encounters a sexy succubus and a lonely college student, the sparks of desire fly!
In “Possessed by the Poltergeist,” an aspiring author moves into a haunted farmhouse. Little does he know that the ghost who lives there has plans for him…and his new girlfriend!
In “Taking the Beta Male,” a female shapeshifter is left for dead on the side of the road. When she is nursed back to health by a handsome young veterinarian, what happens shocks them both!
And in “Star Seed,” a desperate young woman is hired as an escort by a mysterious visitor. When Chara reveals where she really comes from, the results are as explosive as a supernova!
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From "Star Seed":
“Chara, when we first met, I called myself Estelle DeLight,” Andi said with nervous honesty. “After that, when you guessed my nickname, I let you call me Andi. But my name, my true name, is Andromeda Estelle Selene. I don't know what my parents were thinking. It always made me wonder if they'd gotten high the night they chose my name. But I was named for the stars. Andromeda is our name for the closest galaxy to ours.
“I am not sure whether it's fate, or simply coincidence. But I love you. I want to be with you. Before you leave me, I want to be your lover.”
Chara's lips curved in a secret smile. Without speaking a word, she dropped her towel and walked to Andi. Her hands brushed across her hips and shoulders, and suddenly her bikini vanished. With a tiny pop of displaced air, it reappeared, neatly folded, on a chair nearby.
Andi swallowed. “Well. That seems to be a useful trick.” She was proud that no sign of a quaver entered her voice.
“Indeed,” said Chara. With no warning at all, she was nude as well, her swimsuit vanishing as if it had never existed. Her eyes gleamed with amusement as Andi's eyes widened. “Which also means the trick works for us both.” She stepped into Andi's arms. She closed her eyes against a wave of emotion. “Andromeda,” she said musingly. “It fits you, my love. Bold and beautiful, and unexpectedly complex.” Her arms tightened around Andi's waist. “But I must confess,” she said, her eyes glinting. “I have not had intercourse in this form. You will have to be my guide.”
Andi looked down between their bodies. Their breasts brushed against each other lightly, and she shook with the depth of her desire for this wonderful creature. “I feel...tingly,” Chara said softly. “In my belly. Whenever I look at you. I know your society has a taboo against public nudity, but when we are together I want to take my clothes off and touch myself. Especially here.” Her hands drifted down to her groin. There was a soft strip of fuzz which matched the hair on her head, tightly curled. Her fingers pressed tightly on the rise of her pubis and she gave a breathless moan. “And I want to touch you as well. All over. It hurts to pull myself away when we are close.”
Andi smiled. For one of the few times since she had met Chara, she felt on firm ground. She placed her hand over Chara's. “That is one of our erogenous zones, sweetie. Women have many. Far more than men, poor things.” She stroked Chara's shoulders, feeling her fever-hot skin. She wanted to wrap her body around herself, to bask in her glow. “Don't hold back on my account. Do what feels good.”
“Really?” Chara looked up gratefully. With a groan, she spread her legs.
“God damn,” the women sighed, in ragged chorus.