GAMES GIRLS PLAY by BA Tortuga

GAMES GIRLS PLAY by BA Tortuga 

Hands-on assassin Rose has the best job in the world and no issue at all with taking out the bad guys. In fact, the only problem Rose has in her life is the game of sexy one-upmanship she’s playing with her biggest competition, Jane.

Jane is a sniper who likes to do her job from a distance, but no matter who manages to do the job first, the ladies get together afterward to argue over who gets the fee, and have hot make-up sex at the same time.

When Rose is burned by the family of one of her marks, though, the game changes. When Jane’s handler tells her she gets the honor of taking Rose out, Jane knows she can’t just kill her best girl. Jane must rescue Rose in time to keep both of them alive, or their lust-filled contest will end with a very final bang.

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An Excerpt From: GAMES GIRLS PLAY

Copyright © BA TORTUGA, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Jane sat in the corner booth, on the right side, which was easiest to get out of and slip into the back room, should she need to make an escape. It was entirely possible Miss Rose would decide she was tired of playing and take Jane’s happy ass out this time. Unlikely, but possible. She’d ordered a plate of Irish nachos, and she had a Guinness and an appletini on the table in front of her.

She was waiting for Rose, pretty sure the stacked little redhead would show up. The last time they’d played this game had been less than successful, but Jane missed Rose, missed the quick wit, the sweet curves, the sound of needy moans.

Jane smiled to herself, thighs rubbing together as the thought of her favorite on-again, off-again made her ache. Rose had been pissed off enough that Jane imagined you could smell the smoke coming out of her ears. She’d timed that shot perfectly, damn it, and she’d managed it from a hell of a distance. Honestly, you’d think after working as long as they had that Rose would have learned not to get so emotionally involved in her marks.

Sometimes Jane had to just keep things from getting too personal.

“What the fuck are you about?” The rainbow-colored purse hit the table first, then Rose’s fine, fine ass hit the seat across from her, right on the edge.

“Is that an existential question?” Jane chuckled, sliding the appletini across the table. “Drink?”

Nice long fuck?

“That job was mine.” The palest blue eyes on earth snapped and crackled, and Jane could smell Rose’s soap—sandalwood and roses.

Yum. She wanted to wallow in the scent, get it all over the hotel sheets. “You were taking too long.” Jane shrugged, casual as all get out.

“Taking too long? I was trying to make sure the thirty assholes in the other room didn’t crash in.”

“Uh-huh. Have I mentioned that you make a shitty Mexican?” Jane asked. “Your skin is all wrong.”

“I’m going to hurt you.”

Oh, Rose might try, but there were things they did better together. Like fuck. “Have a drink with me first.”

Rose picked up the martini glass and sipped, smiling around the rim. Miss Rose did love a tart drink, the girlier, the better. They were a study in contrasts, she and Rose. Jane liked the earthy sourness of stout, the mouth-feel of a good steak. Rose liked vegetarian pasta. She was a hard-assed dyke, through and through, pure military, from her short hair to her ripped abs. Rose, though, she was all passion, all girl. They said opposites attracted, after all.

They didn’t chat. What did they have to say, really? Jane’s bank account was happier by a half-million dollars; Rose was going to make her pay for that in flesh. She shivered, her nipples going hard. God, she’d missed her girl.

Rose stared at her, pale-blue eyes blazing. “I should put an ice pick in your ear.”

“You have an ice pick? Here?” Fucking A. How cool was that? “You know I always pay my debts, honey. Get over it.” Jane pushed it.

“Fuck off, you bat.” Rose stuck her tongue out, and the sudden playfulness was incredibly, oddly erotic.

Jane wanted to suck on that tongue and taste the apple.

This was absolutely not the time or place for that, so she went for needling. “Why are you dressed like a hippie?”

“Because I make a shitty Mexican.” Rose reached for the bar menu. “Did you order food?”

“Irish nachos for my Fair Isle girl.”

“Yours?”

“Always.” Eternally. No matter how they fought it.

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BELLA KEY by Scarlet Chastain

BELLA KEY by Scarlet Chastain

Maddie Jacobs must be crazy. At least that’s what her mother thinks. Professionally, she’s confident and secure; personally, she’s a hot mess. Not even a marriage proposal from a man who adores her can quell her search for something more.

In need of an escape, Maddie flees to Key West’s most southern island, Bella Key, to rest and recharge at Casa Bonita. She almost gives up on weekend retreat when the Bed & Breakfast is closed for repairs until Sunny Rojas, the inn owner, extends an offer of friendship, sweet tea and a room. Still reeling from a breakup with her longtime partner, Sunny is thankful for the diversion from her own broken heart.

The arrival of a fierce storm forces the women’s emotional journey to a head and leads them into each other’s arms. But can Maddie throw her hangups to the wind and go with her heart? The magic of Bella Key teaches her that passion cannot be placed neatly into boxes labeled right and wrong, because love knows no boundaries.

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“Good shower?”

Maddie stopped in the doorway, holding the knot of her towel to her chest. Wet strands of hair produced rivulets of water streaming down her shoulders and chest. “Like a new woman. Although, my northern skin can’t handle the tropical sun. Look at my shoulders!” Sunny’s gaze moved from one shoulder to another. Maddie was right, she was more than sun-kissed. Her shoulders practically glowed. “Oh, chica. That’s an angry burn you have there. I have some aloe —” Sunny picked up and put down five different bottles from her dressing table. “—ah, here it is. This’ll ease the pain and cut down on the peeling, too.”

Sunny flipped the top and squeezed a quarter-sized dab of the green gel into her palm. She nodded toward her bed, signaling Maddie to sit. Rubbing the aloe between her palms, she rested one knee on the bed beside her. Maddie gathered her wet hair and flipped it over her shoulder to allow Sunny access to the other. Her body shivered under Sunny’s hands.

“Sorry, this stuff’s cold. I tried to warm it up a little.”

Maddie closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side. “It’s not that. It feels good on the burn. You have a gentle touch.”

Sunny chuckled. “Scooch over a little so I can get your other side.”

Maddie shifted, lifting her feet onto the bed and tucking them under her legs Indian style. Sunny guided her head forward and massaged the aloe along the base of her neck to her shoulder blades, and down to the edge of the fluffy towel. She bent her knee, providing an anchor for Maddie to lean upon. Her inner thighs grazed the thick towel. Sunny closed her eyes and focused not only on Maddie’s sunburned skin, but also on loosening the muscles along her shoulders and upper back.

“I have a confession to make,” Maddie said quietly.

“Other than this is the best massage you’ve ever received?” Sunny snorted.

“Mmm. That too. I-I watched you last night.” Maddie went a few seconds without taking a breath.

Sunny didn’t waver. “I know you did. You were outside of my door.”

“You knew? Why didn’t you stop or say something?” Maddie kept her eyes closed but turned her head toward Sunny as she spoke.

Sunny added another dab of aloe to her palm. “I liked that you were watching me. It turned me on that you enjoyed it too.”

“Never in my life had I thought I’d be attracted, you know, sexually to a woman. It’s different with you. Many things are different with you.” Maddie’s hand trembled as she touched Sunny’s leg, tracing an imaginary line up and down her calf. The rapid rise and fall of Maddie’s back matched the pounding in Sunny’s chest.

Silence filled the room. Sunny had decided against bringing up the episode from the night before unless Maddie did. Now that it was out in the open, Sunny could find out how Maddie felt for sure. “Different, how?”

“You make me feel so focused and honest and alive. I’ve never had that with anyone else before.” Maddie turned and kneeled in front of Sunny. “Would it be forward if I asked you to kiss me?”

Sunny swallowed hard. “Yes, but I like forward,” she whispered as she cupped Maddie’s face with her palms. Dragging her thumb over Maddie’s bottom lip she realized how many times she wanted to taste her lips and explore her mouth over the past two days. Sunny lowered her face and brushed her lips once over Maddie’s. She drew back to study Maddie’s reaction.

“Again,” Maddie whispered, her eyes remained closed.

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AN APPLE AWAY by Kate Richards

AN APPLE AWAY by Kate Richards

The Wiccan Haus: A witch's spell great love may break

Aislinn never wants to see another doctor. Their painful and pointless treatments have done nothing to improve her rapidly deteriorating health. She hopes that the staff of Wiccan Haus can at least offer a change of scene, if not a return of a little of her former strength. She’s delighted to meet Punda, a masseuse, on her arrival and charmed by the cottage in the apple orchard where she will stay.

Dr. Hugo Peralta visits the island at the insistence of his boss. The distinguished brain surgeon is in desperate need of a respite before overwork makes him one of his own patients. He is surprised but pleased with the privacy and serenity of his cottage - across the orchard from Aislinn’s. An idyllic location on a magical island where love can blossom - if the Rowans can help the trio save Aislinn from whatever is killing her.

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Most of Hugo’s attention remained on Aislinn. Her expressions flitted across her face, happiness, concern when Harvey talked about how he’d nearly lost his love to the evil—Jenny laughed at that, holding her husband’s hand tight—Sam and his “underhanded tactics.” Before he knew it, dinner, whatever it had been, had come and gone and their waiter was placing dessert before them.

“Warm apple crisp, with vanilla whipped cream.” The waiter stepped back. “From our own orchard.” Hugo frowned, but lifted his spoon. Why was the man hovering?

Aislinn, however, dug right in. “Oh, it’s just delicious! You know, my cottage is right in the middle of the orchard. It’s like a fairy tale…I didn’t know apple trees bloomed and fruited at the same time.”

So, this beautiful and intriguing woman was his neighbor—his sole neighbor—in his hilltop retreat. Interesting.

The waiter was going on about the apples. “Oh, a very special variety, miss. Grows only here on the island.”

“Well, it’s lovely.” She spooned up more of the crisp then sighed and set the implement next to her bowl. “But I don’t think I can eat another bite.”

Hugo ate some of the dessert. Good, but he rarely indulged. His focus was still on Aislinn and his medical side became alarmed as she suddenly paled. “Are you all right?”

She drew a deep breath and stood up from the table. “Oh, I’m fine. A little tired, maybe.” Her thready voice worried him.

“Perhaps we should see if a doctor or nurse….”

“No doctors. Never again.” Her vehemence added strength to her tone and sent an unhappy flip to his stomach. “I-I think I’ll be heading back to my cottage now. It’s been a pleasure having dinner with all of you. I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m sure.”

She took a few steps away and he rose, intending to join her, but a dark, graceful woman arrived at her side and led her over to a table where four people sat. They nodded in welcome and chatted for a few moments before one of them reached into a pocket and pulled out a vial. She tapped it, speaking with a serious expression before handing it to Aislinn. Rising, she gave her a quick hug then returned to her seat.

Aislinn left the room with the dark-haired woman’s arm around her waist. She must be very ill. But what had doctors done to make her reject their care and turn to quackery?

And what the hell was in that vial?

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CRUSHED by Cheryl Dragon

CRUSHED by Cheryl Dragon

Most women are turned off by Eve's job working with reptiles in the Everglades. Miranda is exception and Eve has fallen hard for her.

Their chemistry is undeniable but Miranda has a secret that could ruin everything.

Hot sex in a swamp proves they're perfect together but sex doesn't solve everything. Can Eve charm the truth out of Miranda?

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The Everglades were as close to the real wild side of wildlife as most Florida residents ever came. The park attracted visitors eager to see nature. If they knew how close they were to creatures more exotic than alligators, they might not come at all. Miranda watched her prey, rather her crush, with a singular obsession. Eve worked at the park, and for three months, the women had been flirting, going for coffee and not quite dating. Friends that could be more…so much more.

In tan shorts and a blue shirt, Eve looked right at home in the swampy land. She had big green eyes that stood out against her creamy skin and red hair that spiraled down her back making her look angelic. Miranda wanted to move their relationship forward, but so far coming clean about her secret hadn’t magically happened the way she’d hoped.

The attraction was impossible to resist, yet Miranda knew Eve had dialed back her efforts. The games women played. Miranda was holding back information so she couldn’t really blame Eve. Plus, they were at their jobs and potential fallout from going too far wasn’t good. Their relationship hadn’t exactly moved forward.

Studying the curve of Eve’s hips, Miranda knew she couldn’t resist the ginger lady for much longer. The truth had to come out so Eve could accept the truth or not. With a deep breath, Miranda crossed the path and stood next to Eve.

“Hey, Eve. Nice and quiet here today.” Miranda loved when the park wasn’t overrun with noisy kids. The natural balance tensed when people stirred up the quiet too much.

Eve smiled wide. “I haven’t seen you in almost two weeks. I thought maybe your research was over.”

“No, just got busy with classes. Students are crazy when finals come up. Miss me?” Miranda wanted to kiss her right then and lick along all the freckles on Eve’s shoulder to see how far they went. But jumping right to sex would only make it harder to confess. And she wanted to be honest.

“Of course, but if you didn’t miss me, just let me know. I can handle the ‘friends’ thing.” Eve shrugged.

“What? No, no way. I know I’ve been sending mixed signals, but it’s not that. I want to move things forward but…” Miranda couldn’t get the rest of her sentence out.

Eve grabbed Miranda’s hand and led the way to an old wooden shack researchers used for blending in to observe nature safely. Locking the door behind them, Eve pressed Miranda against the far wall.

There was no time to protest or argue. Eve’s sweet lips claimed Miranda’s before she even opened her mouth. The frantic kiss took Miranda along for the ride. Wrapping her arms around Eve, Miranda didn’t want to let go. Their breasts rubbed against each other through the fabric of their clothes.

Lifting her mouth, Eve smiled at Miranda. “Don’t think I’m like this with everyone. We’ve been playing around too much and need to get going. I really don’t normally pick women up at work. I try to be professional, but you’re different. Let’s go on a real date. No more mixed signals?”

Different was right. Miranda nodded. “Sounds great. Come to my place tonight. I’ll make dinner.”

“I knew you were crazy about me.” Eve’s eyes sparkled as she tugged Miranda’s blouse out of her jeans and plucked free the buttons one by one.

“I am, but I need to tell you something first. It’s not so easy to just blurt it out.” Miranda wanted this to work. She wanted to do the right thing and not have Eve hate her or fear her. There were few women who Miranda trusted enough to tell. Miranda had to follow her instincts. What they had wasn’t simply physical attraction or Miranda couldn’t have waited this long to get close. They’d never gotten this far before, but having her bra exposed to Eve wasn’t enough. She needed more. Their connection would only grow. The longer Miranda waited, the harder it’d be to get it all out.

Eve paused. “What? Don’t tell me you’re bisexual and you’ve got a guy at home you want to share. I’m not into that! Sorry.”

“No.” Miranda wrapped her arms around Eve’s neck. “It’s not that. I’m totally into girls. You specifically. Who could want anything else?”

“Good answer. So what?” Eve cuddled closer and slid her hands over Miranda’s hips. “You’re not transgender changing into a guy or turning from a guy? You’re all girl. I’ve stared at you so much I felt like a stalker.”

“No, nothing like that. I love being a woman and dating women. I’m sorry, I’m not making this easy. I’m just too distracted.” Miranda let her hands wander over Eve’s curves as they kissed.

“Maybe we should try the sharing later and satisfy our needs first? Make sure we’re compatible.” Eve tugged off Miranda’s blouse and unhooked her bra before Miranda got another word out.

When Eve’s soft lips sucked Miranda’s nipples, Miranda didn’t care if they ever talked again. Their physical connection overrode everything else. It was right. But could Eve handle Miranda’s shifter nature? She was no cute bunny rabbit in animal form.

“Please, I don’t want you to be mad.” Miranda gasped as Eve’s hand slid over her pussy and teased her through the denim.

“So shut up and let have my way now. My boss is off today so I won’t be missed for a little while. We can go for the truth and a sex marathon tonight.” Eve unbuttoned and pushed Miranda’s pants down to the wooden floor, taking her black panties along for the ride.

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SBF SEEKING...by LaToya Hankins

SBF SEEKING.... by LaToya Hankins

Four months before her wedding, Yvette Thurman realizes this might be her last chance to have a sexual fling with a white man. But she never thought placing a personal ad would lead her to discover she was a lesbian.

Yvette's small town life in eastern North Carolina never prepared her for the personal journey she undertakes as she struggles to find her heart’s path.

Through personal ads and late night visits to an adult bookstore, Yvette learns more about her own personal desires than she ever did when she was engaged to be married. If she embraces her true self, can she find acceptance and love from her family and friends? Or will she be forced to hide who she really is from those she cares about the most?

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“So bottom line: you kissed her and now what?”

“That’s the thing. I want there to be a what. I liked her energy and even though she is the second lesbian I have been attracted to, I really think I have a chance to see what could happen with her.”

“I know I gave you the speech in the club about starting fresh, but I don’t want you to start down this path and halfway down you realize you’re not wearing the right shoes. If you plan to get to know this chick in order to ‘get to know’ this chick, then I want you to be sure. I don’t know her, but no one wants to be an experiment just ‘cause lesbian chic is everywhere you look.”

“Agreed. I have been thinking about this since last night, and you know I don’t make any moves until I have thought about all the angles. I guess I will know what to say the next time I talk to her. Speaking of which,” I said, looking at my watch to see its blue face read 7:45 P.M. “Jasmine should be getting home soon. She is taking some night classes at Central towards her MBA. I texted her and told her I wanted to talk to her about last night and she said she would call me around nine on her way home.”

At 9:02 P.M., my phone rang.

“Hi, Yvette, how was your day?”

Hearing her suede purr over the phone released butterflies in my pelvic area. I shared my good news about my job to which she congratulated me and told me about her day both at work and at school. A pause fell.

“About last night,” we said in unison, then replied, almost in unison again, “No, you go first.”

Finally, I took a breath and told Jasmine I kissed her because I was really attracted to her and felt like I wanted her to know.

“I appreciate you feeling that way about me and, trust me, the kiss was nice. Yvette, I have to tell you it took me off guard. I mean, I was not expecting you to kiss me, especially after our conversation about your ex-fiancée and the fact you came out to the club to support your friend, that you were not looking to meet anyone.”

“I know, but even if my intention was not to meet anyone, I did meet you and I felt comfortable enough to come over to your place. I had a great time just sitting, listening to music, and talking. I can’t explain it, Jasmine. I just felt like kissing you, so I did.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed the kiss. But Yvette, straight girls usually don’t kiss women they just met. Hell, lesbians usually don’t kiss girls they just met.”

“I agree, most straight girls wouldn’t want to kiss a woman they just met. So since I did it, I guess I’m not your typical straight girl.”

As the words rolled off my tongue, the implications hit me in the gut. Did I just say I wasn’t a straight girl? Does kissing a woman make you a lesbian? I didn’t think it did, but then again, did being a lesbian require some kind of entrance exam or internship? Maybe it just involves feeling a certain way and acting on it. If that, I guess I’m a lesbian, or maybe a lesbian-in-training.

“Yvette, in the short time I have known you, I would not say you are a typical anything. I have been a lot of places and I don’t think I have ever met anyone like you before.”

“I will take that as a good thing. Growing up with the superstar known as my twin sister, I had to decide to blend in or stand out so no one would be confused. I decided to go for being as much as a singular sensation as I could manage.”