Captain of Nara’s Heart by Laurann DohnerNara knew she was taking a risk with illegal trading. Sure enough, she's been arrested, caged - and will be auctioned as a sex slave. One look at the scary alien buyers and she frantically makes a deal, agreeing to be sold to Captain Vellar, who turns out to be large, sexy and seriously in heat. Offering her body to the captain is a given...but Nara didn't expect to lose her heart in the process.
Dragon Heat by Mel Teshco
A highly skilled operative, Grace has been trained to track, fight and kill paranormal creatures. Only after she's in the clutches of her latest target, a devastatingly sexy dragon-shifter, does she discover betrayal in her ranks. Suddenly the hunter is the hunted. Grace will soon uncover her ex-agency's horrific agenda - but not before seeking solace in all the pleasures of the flesh her new dragon ally has to offer.
Dangerous Addiction by Desiree Holt
Having finally realized his dream to own a ranch, Cord is ready for the next step - settling down with the perfect sub. And he's found her in Fallon. A single glance from the smart, sultry beauty makes him hard, but abuse at the hands of her ex-Dom has kept Fallon away from the lifestyle she loves. Needs. It will take bondage, mind-blowing sex, a gentle hand and expert flogging for Cord to help her rediscover her favorite dangerous addiction.
Highland Tryst by Eliza Knight
Having sworn off love, Kari Howard isn't adverse to a little lust when a hot Highlander lands at her feet. Literally. Fin has traveled through time, and given what he's packing under his kilt (good Lord!), Kari expects the sexy Scotsman to make her quake. But she doesn't expect Fin to shake her very foundation...or cherish her for who she is.
Tattoo Witch by Kathy Kulig
There cannot be good without evil, light without dark... At a seaside resort, lovers Sam and Anita meet a mysterious, heavily tattooed couple who refers them to Sinful Designs. The owner is a witch whose magical tattoos grant scorching, kinky sex beyond their wildest fantasies - but there's a catch. Each successive tattoo comes with a darker and scarier curse. Sam and Anita can break the spells...but at what cost?
The Addiction by Jaid Black
The long-awaited sequel to The Possession!
John Calder has everything most men would kill for - golden-Adonis looks, endless money, a steely reputation as a savvy businessman and beautiful women throwing themselves at his feet. Then he meets Shelli Rodgers, a quirky, klutzy Ph.D. student who takes John on an emotional and sensual journey, giving him the one thing he's never attained - happiness.
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Excerpts From SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES, VOL. 1
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An Excerpt From: CAPTAIN OF NARA’S HEART
Copyright © LAURANN DOHNER, 2011
Nara gripped the cage bars and glared at Derrick. “It’s your fault.”
The man inside the cage across from hers sported a black left eye and cut cheek. “I said I’m sorry.”
The words didn’t dispel her anger. She wanted to punch her newly fired ex-mechanic again. “You were supposed to buy a burner thruster valve. What did you do with the credits instead?”
He glanced away, guilt clearly displayed across his features. “I… Hell, Nara. I hadn’t had a woman in months. Have you seen the pleasure workers on Divian Station?”
Nara’s temper increased. “Isn’t that ironic? You wasted the money intended to keep our shuttle flying and now we’re the hookers.”
Her navigator, Brianna, sighed from behind her. “Being sold into the pleasure market for a year beats spending five years at Alto Prison.”
Nara spun to glare at her. “You might not have a problem spreading your thighs for any alien who buys you, but I do. I have standards.”
Brianna laughed. “What would those be? I’ve been on your ship for over a year and you’ve never gotten laid. Maybe this will be good for you. Maybe we’ll be sold to a Yovolian. They’re great in bed, have two dicks and are fond of humans.”
An Excerpt From: DRAGON HEAT
Copyright © MEL TESHCO, 2011
Shaking off sudden doubt, she took one more second to summon her wealth of training and steady her nerves before turning the knob. The bedroom door swung open—just as a man emerged from the en suite bathroom.
Grace’s heartbeat kicked up a gear even as her senses hummed, every cell detonating into life as her ability to sense the supernatural flicked on like an internal switch.
Excitement flared. What was he?
She licked her lips, the sexual innuendo having little to do with the role she played and everything to do with the buck-naked, gold-skinned Adonis who was her target.
Benson Marres. Billionaire recluse and seasoned womanizer.
“You’re here,” he said with husky appreciation.
It was obvious he’d just had a shower. His shoulder-length, glossy black hair was still wet, his bare shoulders gleaming with moisture beneath the muted lights. But it was his cock, thickening as he openly perused her, that had Grace forgetting her mission for just one moment.
She tore her stare away from his arousal to meet his amused, gleaming gold-brown eyes. He stepped toward her, and even in heels she had to tilt her chin upward to hold his gaze.
Damn. The photos hadn’t done him justice.
She completely understood why more than a handful of operatives had chosen this man as their prime suspect, even without her bizarre ability to identify anything paranormal. Benson carried an animal quality that was unmistakable and all too primal.
But a shape-shifter? A dragon?
She inwardly smirked. She and her team had been witness to a lot of fucked-up shit that few humans would ever encounter, but this time they’d speculated too far.
Dragon, my ass!
An Excerpt From: DANGEROUS ADDICTION
Copyright © DESIREE HOLT, 2011
The steaks were cooked to perfection, better than she’d had in a long time. When they finished, they brought their plates into the house and, as Fallon rinsed and put them in the dishwasher, she looked up at Cord. “So what’s for dessert?”
He dragged his index finger lightly down her cheek. “I’m hoping that’s you, darlin’.”
His husky voice sent shivers skating along her spine, had her pussy throbbing—hard.
She wet her lips. “Oh?”
He turned her to face him, cupping her cheeks in his warm palms. God, he smelled so nice—horseflesh and hay and citrus and male. She couldn’t stop herself from taking a deep breath to savor his scent.
His smile was definitely rooted in the devil. “I think you know exactly what I mean, Fallon. We’ve been avoiding the issue since the day we met. Face it. Like attracts like, and you know it.”
Fallon’s knees were weak and she wasn’t sure she could stay on her feet. His touch alone was enough to melt her. The fact that he wasn’t dancing around the knowledge of what they were was even more shattering. Yes, it was exactly as she’d told Claire—Cord Jamieson was the ultimate Dom. He’d zeroed in on her at their first meeting, no mistake about it.
“So…” She couldn’t think. Had no ready, witty remarks.
“So,” he repeated—and brought his mouth down on hers.
An Excerpt From: HIGHLAND TRYST
Copyright © ELIZA KNIGHT, 2011
Kari sighed heavily, wanting sleep, but she was in even greater need of salty sea air. As she parked her car at the pier and climbed out, something dropped to the ground from the door pocket. A book. She bent down and picked up the romance novel she’d been reading while at the beach over the weekend. The cover image of a tall, muscular Highlander—his arms wrapped around his lady love—screamed of romantic and sensual promises. But it was all a load of crap.
She’d never been happy in a relationship, and hadn’t found a guy yet who gave a shit about her in bed.
Damn men to hell!
She walked briskly to the nearest trashcan and tossed the book inside. Romance like that never happened. It was pure fantasy. She wouldn’t believe in that crap ever again, as long as she lived, even if a hot, kilt-wearing, Scottish-brogue-bearing Highlander fell from the sky and landed at her feet.
A loud crack of thunder made her jump. The strike of lightning that followed had her bending and covering her head.
Where had that come from?
What had been a perfectly glorious day was now black and ominous. Huge pellets of rain beat down on her. Kari straightened and whirled around to run back to her car—and immediately tripped over something large that hadn’t been in her path before.
When she looked down, her eyes widened in disbelief. She must be going crazy.
On the ground lay a handsome, dark-haired, enticingly well-built man—in a kilt! His chest was completely bare. He opened his startling gray eyes and smiled at her. When he spoke, his voice was sensual, gravelly and thick with a Scottish accent.
“Well, lass, this isn’t what I expected Heaven to be like at all.”
Kari’s eyes rolled back in her head. She dropped like a ton of bricks.
An Excerpt From: TATTOO WITCH
Copyright © KATHY KULIG, 2011
“What if I told you there was a way to increase your sexual enjoyment by at least ten times, be more adventurous, have longer hard-ons and multiple orgasms?” Rene looked at Anita. “Anita, wouldn’t you love to have multiple orgasms whenever you willed them to happen?”
Anita rolled her eyes. “I have orgasms.”
“Four or five in one night—without being touched?”
“I’d say you’re full of shit,” Anita said.
Sam nearly choked on his beer. Anita Brooke never swore in front of strangers. She was getting drunk. Damn, he wasn’t getting any tonight.
“Do you believe in magic, the supernatural?”
“I try to keep an open mind.” Sam didn’t want to discount anything. But more than that, he wanted to see where this was going.
“Try one of the tattoos at Sinful Designs. Just one. I promise you won’t be disappointed,” Rene said. A slight look of fear flashed across her eyes and sent a shiver down Sam’s spine. She didn’t look the type to scare easily.
“Sounds too good to be true,” Sam replied as he briefly fantasized a few possibilities—sex on the raft, sex with this couple and a few positions Anita wasn’t crazy about trying. His cock throbbed as his heart pounded in his chest. The woman didn’t look like she was lying. Was business so bad that the tattoo parlor would think up this fantastical story to bring in a few customers?
Rene placed a hand on his arm. “Honest, Sam, we don’t make out financially if you get a tattoo. We’re just amazed by this woman. She’s a witch, you know. Her name is Cassandra.”
“A witch?” Anita asked.
Rene smiled at Sam. “Trust me. You will have the most scorching sex you could ever imagine.”
An Excerpt From: THE ADDICTION
Copyright © JAID BLACK, 2011
John stood to leave, then paused as a loud boom snagged his attention. He glanced up at the stage, immediately noticing that the stripper working the middle pole—the brunette—had taken a fall. Instinctively he took a step toward her to help, but stopped as she stood up and continued gyrating as though nothing had happened.
One eyebrow rose. Curious, John sat back down.
He watched the brunette dance—or try to dance, was more to the point—for the next fifteen minutes. She was a beautiful woman with dark hair and Elizabeth Taylor eyes. Her body was lush and provocative, curvy in all the right places. Big tits, round ass—gorgeous. But her dancing…
She didn’t belong up there. That realization intrigued him all the more.
For the first five minutes John had wondered if all the falls and klutzy mistakes had been done on purpose, though he’d never heard of comedic stripping. It became rapidly apparent that, no, the horrific pole work was not an act and the brunette simply couldn’t dance to save herself. When her fangs fell out and landed in a patron’s expensive drink, well, that was the capper.
John’s mouth curved into a smile. She definitely didn’t belong up there.
He pulled out a crisp one hundred dollar bill and held it up so she’d see him and come closer. The blondes swarmed him like vultures, but he paid them no attention as he waited on the brunette to notice him. She never did. She was too busy biting her tongue in concentration as she danced—if one stretched the meaning of the word far enough—around the pole.
The two blondes prudently scurried over to different customers, aware that they wouldn’t be getting that bill out of John’s hand. His gaze was fixed on the clumsy brunette. When the object of his interest fell down and banged her knees for what had to be the fourth time, she managed to break one of her stilettos in the process. John grinned as he watched her take the shoes off and mutter something undecipherable under her breath. Barefoot, she continued to attack the pole, trying to climb up it for reasons unknown. It brought to mind an injured monkey attempting to get up a tree.
He chuckled. Comedic stripping had its values.
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