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The Changeling
By Callista Arman
After five years of marriage, the only way Raye MacLeod can
get off is with a fantasy of her favorite erotic romance hero—warrior
Kieran MacKenzie, owner of the biggest, baddest, umm…male
appendage…in all of Medieval Scotland. Raye’s sure
sex with macho Kieran would be a big improvement over sharing
bedspace with her easygoing accountant husband. Then a wee bit
of Scots magic makes her wish come true, and Raye finds herself
pursued by the man of her dreams.
What’s a girl to do, except make the best of it?
Breaking the Rules
By B.J. McCall
Getting in on with Jac Dancer would be a serious infraction of
the rules for Unit Leader Ri Anzer. Since the hunk was assigned
to her galactic security team, Ri’s managed to keep her
desire in check and complete the mission.
But Jac Dancer is a man of action and he’s determined
to bed his sexy boss.
When Ri catches Dancer bathing beneath a waterfall, in the act
of pleasuring what she’s craved for two long years, the
mission changes.
The mission now is Dancer and Ri breaking the rules.
Abduction
By Lynn LaFleur
Michaela Ware has loved Jaxon Greene for almost a year, but he
only thinks of her as a friend.
Driving Jax home from a party on a Friday night, Mike’s
car is engulfed by a bright light. It lasts for only a moment…or
so they think. Seven hours of their lives disappear. Mike has
a theory—an alien abduction. Jax doesn’t believe
that. As a reporter, he has to investigate what happened to them,
and how.
He’s never before had sexual thoughts of his pal Mike,
but he’s suddenly consumed by them. Yet they seem more
like memories than fantasies. That can’t be possible since
he and Mike have never made love.
Or have they?
Dark-Pilot’s Bride
By Cricket Starr
When her sister was selected to be the dinner of an outer-space
vampire in exchange for supplies, Josia Ashen took her place
assuming it would mean her death. But Dark-pilot Dimitri is delighted
with the spirit as well as the body of the lovely woman he finds
tied to a tree. Even Arthur, his fussy computer, approves
of the voluptuous Josia.
Dimitri wants to make her status as
his “bride” a reality, but a hasty promise to her
sister may come back to haunt him if he can’t earn Josia’s
love.
The Windsday Club
By Charlotte Boyett-Compo
Six warriors come together to form a private club, meetings held
twice a month. At the first meeting they play sports, gamble,
or engage in whatever interests them. On the other meeting day,
they give themselves up to the carnal delights of gluttony and
lust. Gorging themselves with rich foods, heady wines, and willing
women, they share all their pleasures amongst them.
When their leader invites the beautiful Rosalyn to one of their
gatherings, never does he imagine that love would strike him
hard while they were each pleasuring the lady.
Manacles of Love
By Elizabeth Lapthorne
Ma’ra has always had a thing for Paul, so when her cousin
staked her “claim” on him, Ma’ra decided to
take an off-planet job for a few years. When she returns, she
is handed the perfect opportunity to have one night with Paul
and fulfill every secret desire that has haunted her on her long
travels. With her trusty voice-locked manacles, she can keep
the control and indulge herself in every way.
What she doesn’t realize is that Paul has an agenda of
his own. And even more fantasies to create than she does. When
he turns the tables on her, it’s hard to say who exactly
has the control, and who is manacled by whom.
She shook her wrists, indicating the rope
above her. I’m the Dark-pilot’s bride. I volunteered
but they thought I’d change my mind.
A volunteer. Dimitri felt a pang of misgiving. Perhaps this voluptuous
beauty was like the last woman, seeking power from his bite.
Why would you choose to give yourself to a demon?
It was me or my sister. She’s so young.
That was better. She thought she was saving her sister a terrible
fate. Hmm, which meant she thought being a Dark-pilot “bride” a
terrible fate. Dimitri didn’t much care for that although
he did like the thought of her as his bride. His cock liked the
idea even more, jerking greedily as it anticipated its wedding
night.
Their wedding night, he told it firmly, his and hers as well.
He would have her blood and sex, but not until there was agreement
to both from the woman.
His subconscious joined the argument. But
she is agreeable…she
waits for you and can’t fight you.
Enough! He argued with himself. I won’t take her when she’s
helpless like this!
The woman’s mental voice intruded on his internal debate. Could you do me a favor?
For you, anything. What do you want?
She shook her bound hands. You
should leave here before the Dark-pilot comes, but could you
untie me first? I don’t want him to
see me like this—he’ll be so angry anyway.
Why would he be angry? There is something very appealing about
you tied like that.
There is nothing appealing about a fat sow tied to a tree!
He couldn’t help it, she looked so appetizing and so exasperated…he
laughed, revealing the fangs he’d carefully kept hidden.
Her eyes widened in shock.
“
You’re the Dark-pilot!”
It was the first time he’d heard her voice and he liked
it immediately. Rich and sweet, like the rest of her. Melodic.
She could sing with him on their journey.
He swept her a courtly bow. “Guilty, I’m afraid.”
The red in her cheeks heightened. “Do you always tease
your dinner this way?”
“ Do I look like someone who teases?”
“
No…” He read confusion from her at that admission. “You
look hungry.”
Dimitri stepped into touching distance, all thoughts of releasing
her gone. His gaze raked her up and down, and the blush on
her cheeks spread to the rest of her face and down to her neck.
She
had a long neck, a perfect neck. Not a blemish to it, or to
any other portion of her skin. He reached to stroke her face,
run
his hand along the edge of her chin, then down her neck to
her shoulder. Held firmly by her wrists, the woman couldn’t
move away and he found her helplessness more interesting all
the time.
She had perfect skin. It felt like silk under his fingers and
he longed to taste it. A red haze filled the corners of his
eyes as a long-denied blood lust claimed him. It had been too
long
since he’d fed from a living being. He would have to
be careful not to hurt her.
The woman raised her eyes to his. Defiance was in her pose,
and it made him smile. “What do you want?”
She had a lovely voice and he could listen to it all night—except
that he had other things on his mind.
“
You were right, I am hungry,” he told her. “Hungry
for you.”
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