A FAIRE IN PARADISE by Tianna Xander

A FAIRE IN PARADISE by Tianna Xander

Paradise Series 17

What’s going on in Paradise? Apparently, shape shifters are real and they’re attracted to middle-aged plus-sized women.

At least that’s what Alexa finds when she gets to Paradise. She doesn’t expect to find her friend Milla there, happily dating two men. It doesn’t help matters when she finds out that all of the single guys are gorgeous and the town motto is to care for and protect all women and children. In fact, the whole thing sounds too good to be true.

When the townsfolk suddenly start shifting into wild animals in front of her, Alexa is certain she’s gone mad. Is she strong enough to stay in Paradise with its strange secrets and the two hot guys she’s falling for who insist she is their mate?

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“So, when ya gonna take me out, sugar?” the woman asked as she combed out his hair.

Damn! Why couldn’t he remember her name? She’d only cut his hair every two months since they retook Paradise six years ago. Why couldn’t he think? His mind spun, his gut burning. He studied the woman. Leaning close, he took another sniff. She smelled nice, but she wasn’t his mate.

A slight breeze hit him when the door opened and a woman walked in. Hair as straight as a preacher’s morals and black as sin itself floated around her shoulders. It shone in the artificial light, its glossy strands reflecting blue-black as she strode to the cash register. Tight jeans showed off her ample curves with hips wide enough to take a man.

Now that’s a woman. His nostrils flared. Wade took a deep breath and groaned. “What’s that delicious smell?”

What’s-her-name leaned down, pressing her lips against his ear. “That would be me, sugar.” She straightened when he chose to ignore her comment. “The usual cut then?”

Wade grimaced at her tone. She sounded pissed.

“You know what?” He stood quickly, grabbed the black nylon material draped around him and yanked it free. She wasn’t getting a razor anywhere near his head using that tone. “I forgot I have an appointment in…” He checked his wrist. Damn! He’d forgotten his watch, as well? “In about fifteen minutes. I gotta run.”

Grabbing his hat, he jammed it on his head and hurried for the door.

It wasn’t until he nearly ran down the woman at the counter, buying shampoo, of all things, that he realized where that wonderful aroma originated. His gut clenched, his insides going into meltdown as he stared at the gorgeous woman who stood in front of him.

He wanted nothing more than to grab a lock of that glossy black hair that fell around her shoulders and bring it to his nose. Perfect brows rose with surprise when he grabbed her upper arms. Sparks flew between them, and the hair on his arms stood on end, the sensation not unlike a transformer exploding in a lightning strike.

The woman, no, the goddess, stared up at him, her startled gaze frozen in a mask of beautiful and obvious amazement.

It did Wade’s heart good to know she was as affected by their contact as he was.

“Excuse me.” Wade managed to squeeze the words out as he stood staring at pure feminine perfection.

His heart raced, his chest ached, and he realized he’d forgotten to breathe. What really shook him up was when his beast lifted its head and he sniffed the air again.

Mate! The word shimmered in his mind. Deep within his human form, his cat stretched, unsheathed its claws, a low rumble in its throat, his throat, and it repeated the wonderful, fateful word…mate.

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VISIONS OF PARADISE by Tianna Xander

VISIONS OF PARADISE by Tianna Xander

Paradise Series Book 16

Can Milla finally settle down and have a family of her own or will the carnival be her life…forever?

Milla leaves the carnival where she made her living for twenty years, with visions of finding the perfect town where she could make a new life for herself. At forty-five years old, it’s too late to hope for children, but happiness is still within her reach. However, the owner of the carnival doesn’t want to lose his best fortuneteller. When he and his carnival follow Milla to Paradise, he discovers that his people aren’t the only ones with secrets.

Being bond mates never crossed Jonas’ and Mel’s minds. Hell, they don’t even like each other and barely get along. However, when they find a woman frightened and alone, they put their differences aside to help her secure the most basic of human, or shifter, rights—the freedom to choose.

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~Excerpt~

Milla stared at the tarot card and sighed. This was the fifth day in a row that she’d turned over the death card in her tarot spread. The storm outside grew fierce, the wind buffeting the walls of the small hotel. She resigned herself to the fact that she would have to leave this place.

“On the winds of change,” she said with a sigh.

Death never meant a physical death like so many people thought. It stood for change. Usually, it meant the death of something old and the birth of something new. In her case, it meant that she had to move…again. It wasn’t surprising. Had she thought she’d be able to stay, she would have rented a house instead of a hotel room. She would pack up her things today and head out in the morning.

For now, though, she wanted to hike up the mountain and look down at the town one last time. She had grown fond of Mason. Not as fond as she’d hoped, but, so far, this town had been the closest to what she’d been looking for in a place to finally put down some roots. It was too damned bad the cards had just told her to move on.



The storm over, the early morning sun broke through the clouds, the rays shining like a beacon, lighting up the spot on the mountain where she wanted to go. It was another sign. One that she interpreted as an indication that she’d made the right decision.

After hiking up the side of the mountain, Milla sat down on a fallen log. Moisture seeped through the seat of her pants, but she didn’t care. Closing her eyes, she leaned back and took a deep breath. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” she said with a sigh.

There was nothing like clean, crisp air to do a body good. There was just something about a fresh mountain breeze after a cleansing summer rain.

Mason was close to what she wanted in a hometown but not quite. Maybe that was why the cards indicated she should leave. Milla wanted a small town with small-town values. She wanted to see men open the doors for women. She wanted common courtesy and chivalry. Maybe, just maybe, she wanted the impossible.

“I was born in the wrong time. That’s my problem.” She gave the picturesque town one last look and headed back to her hotel. It was time to leave—today. Something told her that it was time to go. Now. It was the same strange foreboding that preceded the arrival of the carnies sent out to look for her. Why couldn’t they just leave her alone? It wasn’t as though she owed them money. In fact, they owed her. It was one of the reasons why she left in the first place. There was nothing like working for peanuts.

She hurried down the side of the mountain, the feeling of urgency growing stronger. They were close. It was only a matter of time before they caught up to her. She’d have to take the time to stop at the hotel, pick up her things and hit the grocery store for some sandwich stuff on her way out of town.

After that, she’d head west again. Sooner or later she would run into a town that suited her old-fashioned standards…she hoped.

Until then, she would just keep looking. Milla had been on the road for nearly a year searching for her vision of paradise. She knew the town of her dreams was out there somewhere. It was just a matter of finding it.

After packing, she began lugging her belongings from the room. The worst part of not having a home was living out of her SUV. She carried everything she needed with her, but loading the vehicle was a pain in the butt and growing more painful with every stop.

Every time she moved, she gathered a little more stuff for her dream home. Dish towels here, bath towels there. If she wasn’t careful, she’d fill her truck soon, and then where would she be? She’d have to buy a trailer and haul that around with her, too. Then what?

Out of breath, her heart pounding with exertion, she hauled her suitcase out to the SUV and attempted to lift it into the back.

“Here, let me help you with that.”

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BLIND ACCEPTANCE by Missy Martine

BLIND ACCEPTANCE by Missy Martine

The Wind River Pack

Laynee Conners has been in a school for the blind since her mother died when she was five. Now, her father wants her to come home so he can get his hands on the inheritance her grandfather left her.

David and Eric Rivers are brothers, adopted into the Wind River Pack. They’re called home to Wyoming when their alpha wants to do a head count of all his pack members. Children are disappearing from other packs, and he’s concerned about his family.

The brothers find Laynee in the woods, drugged and left to die. Both their beasts claim the fragile young woman as their mate.

Can a bear and a wolf share a mate?

Time’s running out. They have to convince Laynee she’s theirs before her father succeeds in his plans.

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~Excerpt~

Groaning, Laynee slowly opened her eyes and shivered. “Father?” She felt groggy, her head almost spinning. Her tongue felt thick, and a bad taste coated her mouth. She could smell an earthy, pine scent mixed with the odor of damp, rotting wood. The air was crisp and bitingly cold. She reached out her hand and trailed her fingers over the rough bark of a tree. A cold wind ruffled through her hair.

“Ugh,” she groaned when she felt the moisture seeping into her jeans. She could feel the prickle of briars against her palms as she pushed to a sitting position, the spongy ground making her draw back in horror. Why can’t I think clearly? Everything seems so fuzzy. “Where the hell am I, Father?” she screamed.

She froze and tried to calm her breathing, listening carefully for the sound of voices. The only sound was the branches creaking and the groaning of the trees in the wind. She wrapped her arms around her waist and tried to stop from shaking. “What am I gonna do now?”

Trying to control her fear, she struggled to her feet and reached out with her hand to steady herself against a tree. Dizziness nearly overwhelmed her as she dropped to her knees. She turned her face to the wind and strained to hear a familiar sound. After a minute, she tried to stand and froze. The rhythmic sound of footsteps beating against the path caused her breath to catch. “Who’s there?” she whispered.

“I can hear something panting.” Using her legs, she pushed back toward the tree when something plowed through the brush. When she heard an excited yip, she turned to the direction it came from and smiled. “Doggy, here boy.” Barely able to keep her eyes open, she held out her hand. Moments later, something cold and wet pressed against her palm.

She took a shaky breath and laughed. “You’re a big fellow, aren’t you?” Laynee continued to pet him, laughing when he licked her cheek and neck, partially leaning on his firm back. The heat from his body drew her. She scooted closer and hugged him tight.

“You’re so warm, boy. Do you think I could warm myself for just a minute?” It was almost like he understood, cuddling closer, giving her the warmth from his body. “Fellow, we need to get out of here. You’ve got to have a master somewhere.” Her hands rubbed over his neck. “You don’t have a damn collar. Are you a stray?” She sighed when he licked her cheek. “Do you think you could lead us out of here, big guy? I can’t make it on my own. You’ll have to let me lean on you. I’m not feeling too well.”

* * * *

Eric sniffed Laynee’s neck, whined, and then growled softly. She’s my mate! There was something off about her scent, but there was no doubt, this woman was his mate. He spotted a drink can on the ground and leaned down to sniff it, growling when he caught the unnatural scent. She was drugged, just like the man said. When she stiffened, he stopped growling and licked her cheek, whining when he felt her relax against him.

Turning, he stared at her face and froze. Her blank gaze was directed his way, but it was obvious she didn’t see him. My beautiful mate is blind! What kind of a man would leave his blind daughter to fend for herself?

Another unusual scent caught Eric’s attention. He raised his nose and breathed in deeply. With a low growl, he pulled away from Laynee and moved to the other side of the tree.

“Wait,” Laynee cried, and tried to grab for him, nearly falling flat on her face.

He hurried back so she could touch him, but not before he saw the raw meat lying on the ground. It’s a miracle some animal didn’t find her before I did. I’ve got to get her moving toward the highway so David can find us. They were too far from the road for David to pick up her scent unless he shifted. I’d hate to see how she’d react to hearing a bear lumbering through the woods.

Eric nudged her thigh and watched in horror as she tumbled over onto her side. Damn, I didn’t mean to knock you down.

Laynee groaned and pulled herself up. “I’m sorry, boy. I can’t seem to wake up. I’m so dizzy.”

Eric growled softly. I know why you’re dizzy. All those drugs are still in your system. It’s gonna be hard getting you back to the car if I don’t shift.

Determined, he nudged her thigh again and gripped her shirt between his teeth and pulled. She got the message and pulled herself up.

“Okay, boy. I’m coming. Keep your shirt on.” She got shakily to her feet, leaned heavily against Eric, and threaded her fingers in his ruff, holding on tight. Eric leaned down, closed his jaw around the soda can, and then prodded her forward, moving her around rocks and limbs as carefully as he could. Slowly they made their way toward the highway.

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SPACE BRIDE by Missy Martine

SPACE BRIDE by Missy Martine

Galactic Nuptials Book One

Galactic Nuptials finds mates for species living in the Federation of Planets. They offer monetary incentives to lure young women into leaving their home planets to find love. Each prospective mate has ninety days to decide if their new home is right for them.

Caleigh Davis is struggling to raise her younger brother alone. The last thing she expects is for him to sign her name to a contract with a mail-order bride agency.

Andon and Tarik of the Castir Clan have tried to lure a mate to their home on Kilara twice before. Tarik doesn’t want to risk his heart a third time, so Andon doesn’t tell him when he contracts with Galactic Nuptials for a wife from Earth.

With so much deception, can the three of them find love before Caleigh’s trial period runs out?
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~Excerpt~

A small white paper lying on the floor caught her attention. “Kevin!” When he didn’t answer she dropped the empty containers onto the table and started down the hall. “Kevin, get in here.”

Continued silence told her he wasn’t home. For the past six years, since her mother’s death, she’d had the responsibility of raising her younger brother. Their father had walked out before Kevin was born, and they hadn’t heard from him since. She’d given up her plans for college and settled into a receptionist’s job to support him. Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the living room and grimaced. She was tired of coming home to chaos. The day Kevin turned eighteen she was going to make some hard decisions.

Caleigh was closing up the garbage bag when she heard the front door open. Grimly, she tied off the bag and hurried to confront her wayward sibling. She found him in the living room where he’d collapsed onto the sofa and switched on the television. Stubbornly, she walked over and turned off the movie he’d begun to watch.

“Hey, I’m watching that.”

“Did you have a party here today?” she asked.

Kevin snorted. “No, I’d hardly call having Benny over a party.”

“You told me you were going on a couple of job interviews today. What happened?”

“We went, and then we got hungry so we came here for some lunch.” He shrugged. “Nobody ever hires you the same day you apply. They always say they’ll call you.”

“I cleaned up quite a little picnic here. Who bought lunch?”

Kevin looked over at the dark television screen. “Benny treated us.”

Caleigh narrowed her eyes. “You’re lying, baby brother.” She pulled the receipt out of her pocket and threw it toward him. “You forgot to get rid of this.” Her fists clenched at her sides as she watched him grab for the small white paper. “How dare you use my credit card without asking?”

“You told me to use it if I needed it. Wasn’t that why you left it in the kitchen drawer?”

“For emergencies only, Kevin. I hardly think feeding your deadbeat friends falls into that category.” She held the credit card up in her hand. “Don’t bother to look for it again because I’m keeping it with me from now on.”

“Fine, take your damn card. I’ll get my own.”

She smirked, shaking her head. “I think you’ll find a job is a prerequisite for getting credit.” Sighing, she moved away as he turned the television back on. Ignoring him, she walked over and picked up the mail. Flipping through the envelopes her heart sank. There were so many bills and so little money. Her salary barely covered the payments and their small apartment.

She pulled one of the envelopes out that caught her eye. “Galactic Nuptials,” she mumbled. “What the hell is this?” Frowning, she checked again to make sure her name was on the front before she ripped it open and scanned the letter inside. Smothering a laugh, she read through it a second time more thoroughly.

“What is it?” Kevin asked, turning down the volume on the television.

Shaking her head, Caleigh grinned at him. “A mistake.” She glanced down at the letter. “Dear Ms. Davis. It’s our pleasure to inform you that your application to Galactic Nuptials has been approved, and a possible mate has been found. All that is necessary to move forward in meeting your life-mate is to schedule an interview and the mandatory medical physical. Please call our office at the number listed below to set up an appointment as soon as possible. We look forward to working with you to place you with your ideal life’s mate. Sincerely, Tarooka Meekers, Galactic Nuptials.” She tossed the letter in the trash pile. “What a screwup!”

“They approved it,” Kevin cried. He jumped off the couch and rushed to grab up the letter.

Caleigh narrowed her eyes. “What do you know about this?”

“We’re gonna be rich, sister dear.” He threw the letter down and grabbed Caleigh up in a bear hug, swinging her around.

“Put me down, right now.” Caleigh struggled to get free. “What have you done, Kevin?”

“Brought us in a load of money, for starters.” He picked up the envelope the letter came in. “Did you see this?” He pulled out a small card she’d overlooked. “They even sent a picture of your ideal mate.”

Caleigh ignored the picture in his hand. “What do you mean you’ve brought us in a load of money?” She could feel a knot forming in her stomach and knew that she wouldn’t like whatever he had to say.

“I mean a load of money. This place offers cash incentives for women to travel to other planets and marry guys.” He gave her a big grin. “They give a down payment and then you get the balance of the money after you spend three months with the guy.”

“I’m supposed to marry some alien so you can get a bunch of money?” she asked, incredulous.

He slapped his hands together and rubbed them back and forth. “That’s the beauty of this deal. You only have to stay the three months. After that, if things don’t work out, you can come home and keep the down payment. You just don’t get the extra payments. It’s like a dowry.” He took her by the shoulders and stared into her eyes. “It’s twenty-five thousand credits, Caleigh, just for three months of your life.”

“Are you insane? You want me to be a space bride?”

Kevin snorted. “Space bride? What a term. You make it sound like I’m marrying you off to a little green man.”

She growled. “Hello? You want me to leave Earth on a spaceship and travel to another planet to marry an alien man, green or not. No matter how you look at it, it makes me a space bride, and I’m not doing it.”

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MAIL-ORDER BRIDE by Tianna Xander

MAIL-ORDER BRIDE by Tianna Xander

A Taos Wolven Mates Book

Sent from their home world in search of viable mates for their people, Lorcan Teb and Tarin Harunis come to nineteenth-century Earth hoping to find that humans are genetically compatible with their kind. They get their wish in one Dana Worely, mail-order bride. Can they convince their mate she’s bound not for one man, but two?

When Dana answers a plea for a mail-order-bride, hoping to escape her uncle’s clutches, she boards a train bound for the Dakota Territory. Accepting the marriage proposal of a man she’s never met seems infinitely better than living the rest of her life in her uncle’s house of ill repute.

Kidnapped on her way to meet the man she agreed to marry, Dana finds she must accept two unexpected men into her life. On a strange sky ship, Dana finds that she must rely on her own resourcefulness to survive.

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What was this she submitted herself to? This bliss, this ever-building crescendo within her was strange and wonderful all at the same time. Wrapping her arms around their heads, Dana did the only thing she could think of and held them to her as they took her to heaven and back again.

Why didn’t the girls at Agatha’s tell her about this…this all-consuming need she felt when they caressed her? Was it something she experienced because her men weren’t of her world? Did they know something the men on Earth did not?

Tarin caught her when her knees buckled, and he carried her to one of the thick mattresses on the floor, Lorcan following behind them.

Dana wasn’t prepared for this. She didn’t know how to tell them that this was too much for her. The pleasure, the decadence of what they did, carried her to the edge of some precipice she had no idea how to keep from toppling over. She sensed that soon, very soon, something would drive her close to that edge and she would fall. Her question was, would she survive?

“Did we ever tell you how beautiful you are?” Tarin asked as he moved up her body to press his lips gently against hers. Finally, he kissed her. She was beginning to wonder if they kissed on their planet, and she had wanted to know what it felt like.

It felt…heavenly. Dana sighed into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue between her lips. Her eyes flew open with surprise. No one ever told her about that! With a slight smile, she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. No matter. She liked it. He palmed the back of her head, his fingers sifting through her wet hair as he kissed his way across her collarbone to the side of her neck.

Dana panted with need. Her lungs labored to draw breath as their mouths made a leisurely journey over her quivering flesh.

Lorcan moved to breathe into her ear. “You are the most beautiful woman we have ever seen.”

Dana gasped as he thrust his tongue into her ear then suckled the lobe. Whatever came of this night, of this bargain that she had made with these two men she’d just met, felt right. It felt as though she’d known them forever. Whatever happened, tonight was hers and she refused to regret it.

“Open your eyes, love.” Tarin breathed the words against her skin. “We want you to see us, to look at us, to know that we are your mates and that we will never harm you. In fact, we both would die for you.”

Smiling, Dana reached up to cup their cheeks, her thumbs feathering over their bottom lips. “I hope it never comes to that. I think I’m going to like being your wife.”

“We can only hope so, baby,” Tarin said before he lowered his head to her breast once again. Slowly, he moved his hand down over her stomach. Dana sucked in her breath as his hand skimmed over the sensitive skin, moving lower still to the curls at the apex of her thighs.

She gasped when his fingers dipped lower into her sex, his experienced fingers circling her clit. With a groan, Dana instinctively spread her legs, allowing him easier access to her sex.

It wasn’t until Lorcan moved from her side to crawl up between her legs that she had any worry at all. With no warning, Lorcan settled himself between her thighs, threw her legs over his shoulders, and lowered his head to her already sensitive flesh.

Dana screamed when his mouth made contact with her sex, his tongue laving the hard nub between her legs. He lapped at her like some great cat licking cream from a saucer. A great pleasure-pain built within her as he continued to take her to the edge, repeatedly teasing her with the promise of release before slowly bringing her back down.

Tarin continued to alternately kiss her and suckle her nipples as his friend continued to ruthlessly bring her to near orgasm again and again until she was ready to scream out her frustration.

Finally, when she was ready to beg for release, Lorcan raised his head and looked deep into her eyes. “Come for me, Dana,” he said just before he lowered his head, his lips circling her clit. He pulled it ruthlessly into his mouth, suckling hard as Tarin’s mouth tugged at her breast. It gave her exactly what she needed to finally reach the summit, and Dana dove headfirst into the dark abyss that awaited her.

A scream bubbled from her throat as the world burst into a million tiny shards of light. Her body arched up off the bed, pressing her breasts tighter against Tarin’s warm mouth. She screamed again when he bit gently down on her sensitized nipple, as he reached across her and tugged on the other hard nub.

For a moment, Dana lay on the bed, quivering with aftershocks while her men kissed their way back up her body. What was next?

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RIDING RED by Nadia Aidan

RIDING RED by Nadia Aidan

Book three in The Downing Brothers Series

Stuck in close quarters with the two wickedest, wildest Downing brothers of them all, Teresa West had better prepare herself for the most sensually erotic experience of her life...

Ever since her best friend married one of the infamous Downing brothers, Teresa West cannot seem to shake aggravating playboy, Jeff Downing - the third eldest and undoubtedly the wickedest and wildest of all the brothers. Just because his brother now lives on the neighbouring ranch with her best friend, doesn't mean Jeff Downing has any business being in Hockley, Texas so often. He's been in hot pursuit for a year now, and Teresa is starting to think Jeff either doesn't have a job, or he really needs a hobby - one that doesn't include her.

Jeff Downing would argue that no matter his job or hobby, his only purpose right now is to convince the fiery, stubborn redhead to let loose and live a little. His first order of business? To get Teresa West into his bed and keep her there, but she's not being as cooperative as he'd hoped. Actually, she's not being cooperative at all. She's spent a year ducking and dodging his advances. It's time for some drastic measures...which is why he's decided to enlist some help.

When a hurricane rips through the small town, Teresa has no choice but to seek shelter at Cottonmouth Ranch with the two youngest Downing brothers. She knows she will have to fend off Jeff's advances...but she never expected to have to battle her attraction to his brother, Jason, as well. Stuck in close quarters with the two Downing brothers, Teresa had better prepare herself for the most sensually erotic experience of her life.

Jeff Downing has pulled out all the stops and he won't be satisfied until he has Teresa West in his bed...where he plans to ride the red-haired vixen all night long. And once Jeff finally claims Teresa, he has no intention of letting her go...if he can convince her that she can trust him with her heart.

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Excerpt From: Riding Red

Hard, hot, heart—pounding sex.
Those were the first, and sometimes only, words that came to mind when Teresa thought of Jeff Downing—an impressive six-foot-four package of hard, hot solid muscle who inspired every wicked, sensuous fantasy she could imagine. And when it came to Jeff Downing, she imagined many. Simply put, he made her wonder about, long for, crave a hard, hot, heart—pounding endless night of dirty, sweaty sex.

Teresa grimaced at her body's wanton reaction. Just thinking about the arrogant, obnoxious, jerk of a man made her body tingle, so no surprise that it was even worse when he was there in the flesh. Every time he came to visit, which nowadays was quite frequently, she experienced a shameful yearning for a man she loathed, a man she swore she couldn't stand. Yeah right. She snorted. If she loathed him so much then why was it just the faint sound of his car powering down the road had her pussy throbbing with anticipation? Why had her nipples budded tight the moment she'd recognised that all too familiar and quite distinctive mechanical purr in the distance?

As the vehicle drew closer, the dim hum soon gave way to the pulsing, pounding roar of a V8 engine, and even before the car rolled into her best friend's driveway, Teresa West knew it was Jeff Downing.

Sleek, black and silver, trimmed in chrome, Jeff's late model Ford Mustang was every bit as brazen and bold as its owner. With narrowed eyes, she watched it crawl along the dirt road until finally it came to a halt before her.

Squinting against the bright glare of the afternoon sun, her next breath dragged slowly through her chest when the driver—side door swung open. Steel toe leather boots—expensive boots, Armani boots—hit the ground first. Who wears Armani to a ranch? Teresa shook her head, because she knew exactly who would do such a thing, and to her annoyance she had to admire his grit, because he was the only man who could get away with it, and he knew it.

Without a doubt, Jeff Downing was a one of a kind—authentic and original. And as he unfolded his densely muscled frame from the car to flash a wicked grin her way, Teresa could only glare back, because it was obvious to all that Jeff Downing indeed believed he was without equal. And while she would never, ever admit it to him, she had to begrudgingly concede...he was right.

Hidden behind black aviator shades were the striking ocean blue eyes, so clear that every time she looked into them, she could feel the waves cresting within her belly. As if he could hear her thoughts, he removed his glasses, and a shudder trembled through her as he snared her with those mesmerising eyes.

He marched towards her on those long, powerful legs of his, blocking out the sun which now beat against his wide back. Her breathing grew harsh as burnished amber rays caressed sun-bronzed skin, bringing highlights to his coal black hair.

He was breathtaking, he was a sinful, erotic temptation—
The slamming of the car door captured her attention and she glanced up just as another man—equally handsome and sensual, although not as darkly provocative as his older brother—climbed out of the car.

Jason Downing.
The youngest of the four Downing brothers.
Although, they all favoured one another, his resemblance to Jeff was so similar they were often mistaken for twins.

But twins they definitely were not. And her body was well aware of this.
While more practically dressed, Jason Downing exuded an alluring, enticing air of sexual confidence in faded jeans and a casual black button-down shirt that was open at the collar. He smiled at the same time he removed his sunglasses, and while she appreciated the handsome, charming man before her, she was all too cognisant of the fact that her belly didn't twist and churn when he flashed that dimpled grin, and her knees didn't shake in response.

Her stupid body only seemed to react so...stupidly to Jeff Downing and in such inappropriate, appalling ways—the knowledge of which irritated her to no end, causing her to lash out at its source the moment he came to a halt before her.

"I actually thought BJ was exaggerating, but I'm starting to believe you really don't have a job."

Much to her annoyance, Jeff's sensual lips curled higher into that classic, crooked grin that made him appear as if he had not a care in the world, and always sent a tremor racing down her back.

"No need to get all fussy, Red. 'Cause, if you missed me, darlin', all you had to do was just say so and I would have been here sooner."

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?" she fumed, even as her belly fluttered from the sound of his deep, Southern drawl washing over her. "My hair is red, my name is Teresa, so use it. And I hate to shatter that big ego of yours but no one around here misses you, not when you're here damn near every other week."

He shrugged. "What can I say? I have interests to protect." And Teresa knew exactly what he meant by 'interests', but even if she would have been slow that day, the wolfish grin that spread across his face was telling. Even more so was the slow slide of his gaze along her body, which lingered for far too long on her rounded breasts.

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CHANGING THEIR WOLFEN HERITAGE

CHANGING THEIR WOLFEN HERITAGE - A Wolfen Heritage Book 3 by Missy Martine

What happens when brother wolf shifters fall in love with the same woman? Wolves don’t share their mates, or do they?

Ethan and Latan can’t keep their hands off the Pack’s new schoolteacher. Unfortunately, Kitania is proving to be quite the mystery. She has no scent identifying her inner beast, no background they can verify, and she seems entirely too interested in their family’s arch enemy.

Kitania’s in love for the very first time. Even knowing they’ll send her packing if they find out what she truly is, she’s still dreaming of family, and happily ever after. She can’t afford to be distracted if she wants to complete her mission for the National Council.

When their enemy captures a family member, Kitania must decide where her loyalties lie. She can reveal her true nature and help with the rescue, but will it cost her the love of the brothers?

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Latan looked around the Pack House meeting room as the Elders, and a few other wolves from the pack, gathered. Remus had called everyone together on this beautiful Sunday morning to discuss some problem the pack faced. Personally, he would prefer being curled up in his bed dreaming of the hot, new teacher. He snickered as he watched his brother Ethan slowly shuffle through the door. They had both been up pretty late last night, trying to come up with a foolproof plan for getting on the teacher’s good side.

“Did they start without me?” Ethan mumbled as he took the seat next to Latan.

“No, Remus is still talking to Vanard.” Vanard was the head Elder of their pack, and Latan had often wondered how Remus kept from killing him. The Alpha was the top ruler of any pack and always had the final word in any situation. Vanard had a tendency to forget who was in charge. Latan stared into his brother’s bloodshot eyes. “Man, you look like shit.”

Ethan took a deep breath and then glared at his brother. “You’re no vision of beauty yourself this morning.” He rubbed a hand over his forehead. “Do you know what this meeting is supposed to be about?”

“No, Remus hasn’t said anything.”

Before Ethan could respond, Remus’s voice shot out over the room. “Okay, my fellow pack mates. We have a new threat to address.” He waited until every wolf in the room was silent before continuing. “Yesterday, Koril discovered that Dr. Constantine left a bunch of records in a safety deposit box at the bank. They’re now in the hands of Dr. Vincent Kaugh.”

“What kind of records?” asked Taynor Wind River.

“At this point, there’s no way to know for certain. We’re operating under the assumption that they’re records from his so-called medical research on shape-shifting wolves.” Remus took a deep breath as a fierce look came over his face. “He’s probably now in possession of all Constantine’s records on Maddie.” His voice was a mixture of pain and fury.

“What do you think he’ll do with them, Remus?” Taynor’s voice carried a soft growl with his words. He was an extremely fierce wolf, despite being an investment counselor who handled all the pack’s finances.

Remus walked over to the window. For a moment, he stood quietly, seemingly lost in thought. Then he turned and growled before answering. “I think he’ll try and continue Constantine’s work. Hell, he may even try and kidnap Maddie so he’ll have the same test subject.” He walked over and sat back down, then glanced down the table. “Koril, why don’t you fill them in on what you’ve learned about Kaugh?”

Koril stood and bowed respectfully to Remus before he addressed the rest of the pack. He and Brenner handled all security matters for the Wind River Pack, and it would be dangerous to have him for an enemy. “Kaugh comes from Carsonville, California. He’s been involved in secret research for more than twenty years. The National Council believes the research involves shifters, possibly more than just wolves. He showed up here after he learned that Constantine had been killed.” Koril grimaced and shot an apologetic look toward Remus. “We were careless and didn’t find out about the dummy corporation that Constantine set up until it was too late to stop Kaugh from getting his hands on the safety deposit box. He just waltzed in with a key and took everything there.”

“We don’t want to just go storming in to retrieve the files until we have more facts,” Remus said. “We need to know exactly what we’re dealing with and how many others might be involved. We don’t want any more scientists showing up after we take this man out.”

“Right now, Kaugh has three associates with him,” Koril said. “Sean Cross, Marty Dyer, and Calvin Ames. None of these men are scientists or doctors, and they’re human. It’s pretty obvious that they’re his muscle.”

“Alpha, what is it you want us to do?” asked Vanard.

“Kaugh has rented a place on Main Street, just across from the building where Michael is setting up his office. I don’t think he would have gone to the trouble of renting space unless he was up to something.” Remus looked out at the members of his pack. “I want to keep him under surveillance until we figure out what he’s planning. I want to find out who else knows about his research and if there are any other test subjects that might need our help.” He got to his feet and took on the fierce aura of an Alpha. Shoulders back, canines extended, his inner power snaked through the room.

As Latan watched his older brother, a movement to the right caught his attention, and he turned to look toward the windows. Down on his knees, Taynor was looking at something under the table.

“I want help in guarding my mate twenty-four hours a day,” Remus cried out. “I won’t let anyone take her from me again.” He lowered his head in an unusual show of humility. “I need your help to protect her.” He raised his eyes, and they swept the room. “It’s vital that we keep her safe. She’s expecting our first pup.”

As the room broke out in a round of congratulations, Latan watched Taynor crawl under the table. Intrigued, he stood and walked toward the older man. Suddenly, he stopped and watched, incredulous, as Taynor rose to his feet holding a small black cat by the scruff of its neck.

“Well, lookey, lookey! I tink I see a puddy tat!” Taynor laughed, mimicking the line from a children’s television cartoon, as the cat hissed and thrashed about trying to free itself.

Latan groaned. He’d always hated cats. “Looks to me like you found a snack, Taynor,” he encouraged, with an exaggerated wink.

Vanard came rushing over. “No, for God’s sake, don’t hurt it. If I’m not mistaken, it belongs to our new teacher.”




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Latan’s hands gripped the bottom of her shirt and began inching it up. Wanting to feel their skin against her own, Tania lifted her arms to make it easier and soon found herself standing in only her bra and jeans. Warm skin cocooned her, filling her with an internal fire that threatened to consume her very soul. Why does it feel so right to be here, between them?

Without warning, Tania was turned around, her back firmly against Ethan’s warm chest. Latan bent and nibbled lightly at the corner of her mouth then traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. Ethan pushed her hair aside and bit the back of her neck before trailing his lips down the middle of her back. His hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass before coming around to caress her mound through the stiff denim.

Her eyes closed as Latan pulled down the lacy cup of her bra and captured the taut nipple between his fingers, rolling the tip. A whimper of pleasure escaped her when his mouth moved down and covered the aching crest of one breast. Ethan’s hands smoothed across her naked back after he released the hooks of her bra and pushed it down her shoulders. Latan’s lips kept it from falling to the floor.

Arms slid around her hips, fingers opening the fastening of her jeans and tunneling underneath her silk panties. It felt so wicked to have a pair of hands searching between her legs while another tortured her breasts. Tania decided she’d been a bystander too long. It was time for her to do some exploring of her own.

Smiling, she pushed Latan away and let her bra drop to the floor. His eyes lit with a whole new interest. Ethan pulled free of her jeans and then grabbed the waist and peeled them, along with her panties, down her body. He encouraged her to step out of them and then allowed his hands to move slowly up her thighs. Gripping her hips tightly, he traced his tongue from the back of her knee up to the curve of her ass. Nuzzling between the round globes, he licked a line straight down, stopping to tease the tiny, puckered opening. Tania tensed and clenched the muscles tight.

Ethan chuckled. “That won’t stop me, honey. Nobody ever play around back here before?”

Tania gulped and had trouble answering. Latan had discovered the silky hair covering her sex. “No, never,” she managed to groan.

“That’s okay, we’ll take it slow. I promise, if you don’t like it, we’ll stop.” He went back to caressing the virgin territory, leaving goose bumps along her skin.

Latan abandoned her breast and dropped his hand to the area between her legs. His fingers trailed leisurely through the trimmed hair and then traced around her labia, causing Tania to go up on her toes. “What’s wrong, baby?” He laughed.

She decided it was time to make these macho men squirm just a little. Latan’s chest was broad and very muscular, with just a smidgen of hair trailing down the middle. She reached out and flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across one male nipple a couple of times, delighting in the sound of his gasping breath. Ethan came to his feet behind her. She could only guess he was envious of the touches she lavished on his brother.

Her fingers delved beneath Latan’s jeans, her fingers curling around his hardened flesh. He stepped up close to her caressing hand when she reached between their bodies to tear open his fly. Tania’s eyes widened when his cock jumped out eagerly as his zipper lowered. He hadn’t bothered to wear underwear under his jeans. He was huge, at least nine inches, and fully aroused. There’s no way I can even get my hand around that monster.

She turned her head when she felt movement and heard the rustle of clothing behind her. Ethan pushed his jeans to the floor, quickly stepping out and kicking them away. He was nude, his thick cock rising up from a nest of black curls. He wasn’t quite as thick as Latan, but she would be willing to bet he was a little longer. Tania licked her lips and reached out to cup his sac while stroking her hand firmly up and down Latan’s cock. Both men growled, their eyes closed, their heads thrown back.

Leaning over, she licked across the head of Ethan’s twitching cock. He growled loudly, reached out, and hauled Tania clear off the floor, plastering her against his chest. His lips ravished hers almost brutally.

“On the pillows, Ethan, now.” Latan groaned as he discarded his own jeans.

Tania felt herself lowered to the floor and then sank into the softness of the pillows. It had grown dark outside, and the firelight made dancing patterns across the muscular bodies of the two brothers as they dropped to lie on each side of her. Latan’s hand caressed across her chest, his palm filling with her breast as she pushed into his touch. She groaned as he massaged, plucking gently, rhythmically, at the nipple.

Ethan’s fingers played across her other breast, right before his tongue flattened over the rigid tip. He licked and sucked at the tiny nub before moving to her mouth. Fingers threaded through her hair as he captured her lips in a hot kiss, sucking steadily on her tongue, filling her with his taste. Her tongue twined with his, teasing it back into her own mouth, where he explored, finding all her sensitive spots.

Latan released her nipple, slipping his hand down her belly to rake his thick index finger along her cleft. He plucked and teased her clit before slipping his finger inside her slit, moving it slowly in and out before tracing her cleft again.

Tania looked down as they each grabbed a thigh, coaxing her legs apart. She could see Ethan’s very large cock bob up and down in his excitement. She swallowed hard and wondered if it would hurt. She’d never been with anyone that large before. Ethan began to suckle her breast, while Latan ran his fingers through the hair guarding her pussy.

“This is so sexy, the way you trim here.” Ethan leaned down and inhaled deeply. “I can smell the cream that’s collecting between your legs.” His finger ran up her slit gathering the proof of her desire. While he held her gaze, his finger plunged between his lips. “God, you taste good, baby.” Moving to lie between her spread thighs, Ethan lowered his face to her pussy and inhaled deeply once more. “I feel like I could take you inside me and hold you forever.” His shoulders pushed her legs wider. “I’m gonna bury myself in your velvet wetness, Tania, and I may never come out.”

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BEAUTY EMERGES by Dominique Adair

Her darkest fantasies are about to come true...

Three Jane Porter Stories from Dominique Adair in one paperback collection

Seducing...Jane Porter is looking to end her self-imposed, year-long celibacy with a master who's willing to explore the depths of her sensual nature. Men looking for happily-ever-after need not apply.

Antonio Villareal is a master on the hunt for a submissive. The moment he sees Jane on the arm of another man, he wants to possess her, body and soul.

Educating...Antonio is well aware that Jane is determined to keep their sexual relationship temporary, but he has other plans. Within hours of their first meeting, he introduces her to his best friend, and together they set out to unleash her inner submissive.

Reinventing...Jane's weekend of heady sexual freedom is drawing to a close. She arrives at the final event, a masquerade ball, escorted by her masters, then discovers that the party isn't the only item on their agenda.

Antonio and Santos have no intention of letting Jane retreat to her everyday life. This night, if they have their way, Beauty will emerge from her shell - for good.

Warning: Graphic sex, spanking, public fondling, more spanking, the ménage of the century, even more spanking, cranky ex-lovers, bondage and the misuse of both a piano and pool table.

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SEDUCING JANE PORTER

“You will not move until I give you permission, woman.”

The deep voice sent tendrils of pleasure through Jane’s body. She swallowed the champagne in an effort to relieve her suddenly dry throat.

The master moved away from the woman to a table covered by a red silk cloth. He yanked away the cloth and Jane’s eyes widened when she saw what it had concealed. The table was covered with an array of sex toys, some of which she didn’t recognize though she would enjoy making their intimate acquaintance.

He chose a leather paddle and Jane almost slid off her chair.

He ran his hand over her buttocks then replaced his hand with the paddle, gently rubbing it over her ass. Her hips jerked and he delivered a swift swat to tender flesh.

The tension level in the room ratcheted higher and one woman in the audience gave a lusty sigh.

The man began paddling his submissive, the sound of leather against flesh was heady. His slave tried to keep her body still but it was a losing battle. With every blow her receptive body twisted and strained against the cuffs holding her in place.

Her silken whimpers grew louder with each stroke and sweat broke out on Jane’s upper lip. Tightening her thighs, though she wasn’t sure if it was to bring on an orgasm or avoid it. She feared if she were to touch herself now it would be all over.

She glanced at her watch.

Damn, eight more minutes to go.

“You haven’t obeyed your master.” His voice rang out. “And for that you must be reprimanded.”

He reached around the back of the frame and Jane heard the slide of metal. From the floor a wide black leather-covered table came up to the woman’s waist. The top of the frame bent forward, forcing her to lean on the table to support her upper torso.

“You are not to come until I give you permission, slave.” He put his hand on the small of her back. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.” Her voice came out high and thin with need.

He brought the paddle down hard and Jane bit her lip to keep from crying out. The woman’s shriek was long and loud causing a murmur to ripple through the audience. He continued paddling her. Jane’s body reverberated with each blow.

The woman strained against the cuffs, trying to lean forward to open her legs as far as possible. Her plump backside was angled toward him, eager for the punishment her master dealt.

Jane’s arousal spiraled tighter. Her panties were soaked and her corset was at least two sizes smaller than when she’d put it on. Desperate for something to hold onto, she relinquished her flute then gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white with exertion.

The slave’s flesh had turned a glowing pink. Standing on her tiptoes, her weight was fully supported by the frame. She thrashed against her restraints, sobbing with her need for release.

Jane could sympathize with her plight.

The master continued the sensual torture and the woman’s cries grew louder. The audience began to cheer them on; the voices growing more plentiful with each blow. Jane saw more than a few spectators were putting on their own little shows.

A whimper broke from Jane’s lips.

More than anything she wanted to be the woman on the stage. She longed to know how it felt to be mastered in front of a crowd, her arousal and submission on display.

Her heartbeat increased. She wasn’t sure if she were more shocked or excited by what was happening on stage, all she knew was she was hot for the experience. The idea of being bare before a crowd of people while a talented master played her body like a musical instrument was enough to put her on the edge of a monster release.

The masked man dropped the paddle and began spanking her with the flat of his hand. The woman’s cries of arousal turned to animal-like howls of pleasure.

Jane’s breathing grew short. Her skirt eased up to flash an inch of her thighs over her stockings. Her level of arousal was both shocking and gratifying at the same time. She was only a hair’s breath from climax and she hadn’t even touched herself.

“You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”


EDUCATING JANE PORTER


“You have to tell me everything.”

Lily’s voice interrupted Jane as she was counting the crates of freshly washed glassware. The brunch was set to begin in less than an hour and her business partner had waited until now to show up? Jane wrote the number of crates on her checklist before she forgot it.

“A little late aren’t you?” Jane kept her gaze focused on the list of items to be completed.

“I slept in.”

I’ll bet.

“I’m dying here. Tell me.” Lily snatched the clipboard from Jane’s hands. “How was it?”

“How was what?” Jane scowled at the redhead.

“You naughty girl. You’re holding out on me.”

“Give me my clipboard. Unlike you I have work to do.”

Lily tucked the board behind her, and Jane rolled her eyes. Unless she wanted to engage in a childish shoving match, she’d have to wait until Lily decided to give it back.

“Lily—”

“The least you could do is look at me when you lie.” Lily was grinning from ear to ear.

“I am looking at you,” Jane snapped. “You can be quite tedious…”

Her attention was caught by a pale bruise on the other woman’s throat. Lily had a love bite. Jane began to smile. It looked like her friend had a few stories to tell as well.

“You have a hickey.”

“Son of a bitch.”

Lily shoved the clipboard at Jane then pulled a silver compact from her pocket. She flipped it open.

“I told him to not leave any marks.” She dabbed the puff over the faint spot on her throat. “I have to work this weekend, and I can’t wander around with love bites all over me.” She muttered the last bit under her breath.

“Mmm, I guess he didn’t hear you.” Jane bit her lip. It was all she could do to keep from laughing outright.

Lily shot her a dark look. “Well, you’re looking pretty pleased with yourself for someone who has razor burn on your jaw.”

“Drat.”


REINVENTING JANE PORTER

“I have a feeling we’ll spend most of our evening fighting off her admirers.” Antonio laid a hand on Santos’s shoulder.

“You could be right.” Santos shot him a faux-serious look. “Do you think we should mark her? No man will be left in doubt as to who her masters are.”
Antonio pretended to consider the idea. Jane’s eyes were wide and her breathing fast. Her hands smoothed the front of the corset coming to rest on her lower belly. White teeth worried the tender flesh of her lower lip.

“I think we should. It will save us wear and tear on our knuckles.” Antonio shot Santos an amused glance.

“Excellent point. What shall we use? A paddle?” Santos moved around Jane, not touching her but leaving no doubt of his intentions. After circling her twice, he gestured toward the bed. “A shiny pink bottom will serve as a warning to any man who covets our woman. Go, Beauty, take your place.”

Turning, Antonio opened the doors to the toy armoire. The array of sex-oriented toys was modest—paddles, crops, handcuffs crafted from a variety of materials, ropes and other essentials were neatly lined up in hooks or on the shelves. He’d always considered himself a purist when it came to sex, and battery operated gadgets need not apply. He preferred his partners to achieve orgasm through their play, not technology.

Removing a medium-sized leather paddle from the armoire, he admired the workmanship. He’d picked up this little toy in Brussels weeks before coming to America. One side was leather and the other was covered in thick, soft felt. Rubbing the padded side against his palm, he was sure Jane would enjoy his latest purchase. He closed the doors.

Their slave was on her knees on the bench at the foot of the bed. Her torso was resting on the bed leaving her bare ass at the perfect angle for a proper spanking. Her figure was ideal for bondage. With her generous breasts and slim waist, she was born to wear corsets. Add in her rounded hips and generous ass, and Jane could be the poster girl for submission.

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LEATHER & LACE by Caitlyn Willows

LEATHER & LACE by Caitlyn Willows - sequel to her Amber Heat bestseller ONE TO GROW ON

They're back again - the hot couple from One To Grow On - and they're more than ready to live out a few more sex-filled fantasies.

Nine years of marriage haven't dimmed the fires of fantasy that fuel Judi and Reese Osbourne's lust for each other. Children, however, make living those fantasies tricky. But Reese has the ultimate present for his wife on their ninth anniversary. The kids are with Grandma, and the house is theirs for the weekend...and redesigned for pleasure.

After a hard day in court, Judi comes home to a quiet house and a hot husband wielding a willow switch. What's a needy woman to do but get out of her panties as fast as possible, especially when she learns two guests are waiting in the wings to join them in a fresh menage fantasy...or two.

A willow switch, a sexy husband, and two enticing hunks...Happy Anniversary to Judi!

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...“The weekend is ours.” He squeezed her butt cheek. “Starting right now. You need to be fucked good and proper. Need to come until you’re spent enough to sleep the day, then come some more. And this tight ass of yours…”

He landed a hard smack over her backside. Judi gasped, rubbed her belly over his cock, and felt her pussy start to cream at the feel of his hard thigh.

“It’s going to burn.” He smacked her again. She arched into him, offering her neck to his mouth.

Reese eased away. “Roll the window down, then close the door.”

Heart thrumming in time with her swelling clitoris, Judi did as he’d ordered. She tossed her purse to the passenger seat, then turned with a smile as she closed the door and leaned against it. Her smile faltered when she saw the willow switch in his hand. Her gaze stayed riveted to it, mind shutting down while blood drained to her crotch.

“Willow is the traditional gift for a ninth anniversary.” Reese sliced the switch through the air.

Judi’s breath caught. Her ass could already feel the stroke upon it. Her thighs quivered.

“It took me a while to find the perfect switch, but I think this will do nicely.” Another whish, this one so close the hairs on her arm lifted. She stifled a groan.

“Bend over into the window. For this you may leave your skirt down. We wouldn’t want to wear your ass out too quickly.” Amusement laced his words. “After all, we have the whole weekend to rebond and it’s been a bit since we’ve had the luxury of a good session.”

Judi stuck her head through the window, bending over as far as she could. Pussy juices leaked down her thighs despite her pantyhose. It was only going to get worse. Her clit was so swollen the least touch would set her off. Every stroke across her backside was going to make it worse. Judi looked forward to each one, to the fire racing across her ass.

A whish warned her. Contact took her breath away. Reese gave her no time to recover. Quick, methodical strokes set her ass ablaze. Her head buzzed, body drifted into another zone. All too soon, the delicious punishment ended.

“Nine, love,” Reese said. “One for every year we’ve been married.” He rubbed his hand over her hot ass. “I know you want more.” Judi’s whimper and wiggle answered for her. “Don’t worry.” His voice brushed over her ear. “The modern gift for a ninth anniversary is leather. Wait till you see what I’ve got for you.” He helped her up as she stood. One finger opened her jacket button. He stripped the sleeves down her arms.

“I love how hard your nipples are.” He brushed his palm over one. It thrust through bra and blouse. “Don’t they look tempting?”

Puzzled, Judi frowned. Reese smiled and turned her around. There he stood—six-feet-four inches of hard male dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt. Twelve inches of cock swelled his jeans. The man Judi had nicknamed “Well Hung” when they met six years ago. The man who’d since become their pediatrician—Ken Walker.

Adonis—aka Jerry Spicer, CPA—would be lurking somewhere, too. One man was never there without the other. Judi never asked how Reese had initially found the men all those years ago. She didn’t care. One never questioned the cost of a present. She’d met them years before when Reese surprised her with a fantasy-fulfilled thirtieth birthday. The four of them had reconnected a few times since then; somehow Reese always managed to surprise her.

Ken’s thick dark hair was swept back, blue eyes narrowed to her breasts. “I want to suck her tits.”

The scene was definitely in play. Judi locked their nicknames in place.

Reese wrapped one arm around her waist. “Give them a good, hard suck.” He unbuttoned her blouse with his free hand, peeling the edges back for Well Hung.

Big hands reached for her breasts. He hooked his fingers in the cups and yanked down the bra. Nipples perched high and hard. They shook with every pant. Judi forced her feet to remain on the concrete floor and not locked around his waist so she could rub her clit over his erection. No doubt that would earn her a good spanking. She relished the opportunity...

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SOLEIL by Caitlyn Willows

SOLEIL - A new contemporary menage romance from Caitlyn Willows.

Lori knew their demons and desires, knew true horror firsthand. They'd shared the climatic point of that nightmare years ago. It was an event that linked Lori, Mac, and Blake forever and eventually bonded them body and soul. The heart involved, the love, was rarely mentioned. Saying it out loud threatened Lori's control, and she was very much about maintaining control over every aspect of her life.

Blake and Mac have no problem placing control in her talented hands, in and out of the bedroom, especially in the bedroom...between them...safe, comfortable, and oh-so-hot. But the demon who brought them together now threatens the control upon which their bond was built and is now set to ruin everything they've worked to have and hide...and them along with it.

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Waiting in breathless anticipation, Mac Jordan stood in what little shadow existed in the ballroom, trying to hide a trouser-swelling erection he knew had left a wet spot.

Lori Belcher was the most beautiful woman Mac knew, and he knew a lot of women. Dated them, fucked them, lived with one or two, even considered marrying one in an attempt at what the world considered normalcy, which had failed before he’d executed the idea. Thank God.

No one compared to Lori. She knew his demons and desires. Knew firsthand what true horror was. They’d shared the climatic point of that nightmare years ago. An event that linked him, her, and Blake Patterson forever and eventually bonded them body and soul. The heart involved, the love, was never mentioned. Saying it out loud, admitting it, threatened control -- Mac’s, Blake’s, especially Lori’s -- and Lori was very much about maintaining control over her life. And he and Blake loved her enough to let her have it, no matter how much they’d grown to resent her dominatrix persona.

It was probably a mistake to seek her out tonight, but Mac couldn’t help himself. He had to be with her one more time while they still had the illusion of anonymity. That would all change come morning. Maybe even sooner.

Come morning, when the news media started rehashing “the Southland’s most shocking murders,” the three of them would be front-page news. Would the limelight reveal the three were a threesome? Probably not. They had been discreet, after all. But it would make future liaisons difficult, if not impossible, for a long time to come. So Mac had to see Lori tonight. Blake wouldn’t be long in following.

A private call for her to meet them would have done the trick. Lori wouldn’t have hesitated to meet them anywhere. But since she and Mac were both scheduled to attend Oliver Holbrook’s fund-raiser for cancer research, why bother with the facade? The event was packed. Someone here was bound to make the years-old connection between him, Blake, and Lori in the days to come. A few would even know Lori as Soleil -- one-third of Oliver’s triumvirate of legendary dommes, a trio now minus one since Maneater had announced her retirement the month before.

Mac shrugged. People could think what they wanted. They would anyway. Mac needed Lori in his arms, in his bed. He literally ached to have her, physically and emotionally. Ached all the more because he couldn’t do much to protect her from what was about to happen.

Hell, he couldn’t protect any of them.

Lori’s smile brightened when she spied him. How she managed to see him… Mac smiled back. The woman had excellent radar where he and Blake were concerned.

She truly did look like sunshine. “You are my sunshine.” The song would always feel like a knife to the heart in bad ways and in good.

He shook the memories away and watched her thread her way around the tables toward him, pausing every now and then when a couple on their way to the dance floor stopped to speak with her. Each time she was gracious, patient, a true lady.

A goddess.

Her long blonde hair beckoned fingers into its depths and promised gold in return. Few men knew how soft and thick it felt; only those she truly trusted were allowed the honor. Mac could count that number on one hand.

Her red silk dress draped her body, hinting at generous curves rather than broadcasting them to the world. Understated elegance, unmatched beauty. The hem rippled above her perfectly cut calves; matching red high heels showed her legs to their full advantage.

Lori walked past the last table and picked up her pace. Her smile brightened. His heart did that little hiccup, liked he’d driven over a hill too fast. Mac reached for her at the same time she lifted her arms to embrace him. Then she was flush against him. Relief flooded his senses at the connection. This wasn’t a social hug. It lasted too long, was too tight, too perfect. Anyone paying attention could see the bond between them. It was all Mac could do not to clamp his hand over her ass and grind his cock into her belly, kiss those full red lips.

“What a wonderful surprise.” Lori nuzzled against his cheek and inhaled. Mac loved when she did that, like she was reimprinting his scent on her soul. It made him feel so male.

Lori drew back but kept her pelvis pressed to his. “Is Blake with you?” Her brown eyes sparkled with affection.

Mac slipped his hands to her waist, ordering his thumbs not to wander upward to her breasts. “Soon. Right now he’s circling the wagons.”

The light in her eyes dimmed. She’d been frustratingly stubborn over this whole thing, glaring into space with jaw clenched when they tried to talk about it. Mac knew doing so resurrected the memories Lori tried to bury.

“I see,” Lori finally said. “And you?”

Mac managed a halfhearted grin. “Circling you.”

She traced the smile line bracketing his mouth. “You worry too much.” With a glimmer of mischief, she added, “Have you eaten?”

He chuckled and tapped his index finger against the tip of her nose. “Pot, kettle, black. As for eating, I could fill my answer with all sorts of naughty little innuendos --”

She feigned a gasp. “Is that what’s wedged between us? An innuendo?”

“Well, I’ve never had it called that before,” he said with a laugh.

“And certainly never little either.” Lori winked and put some distance between them. “So…have you eaten? I can have the kitchen whip you up something.”

He cupped her elbow, then tickled his fingers down her arm until he could lace them through hers. “All I want is you. I need you, Lori. Now. Tonight.” Before everything goes to hell tomorrow.

“I’ll get my purse.” No question, no hesitation -- that was the nature of the relationship the three of them had. They were always there for one another. She leaned in as if to kiss him, then whispered, “How do you always know exactly when I need you?”

The emotion her words churned was almost too much to bear. He drew in the scent of her, just as she’d done with him. Words escaped him. Mac gave her another hug, kissed her cheek, and spied Oliver Holbrook headed their way, her small red purse clutched in his hand.

“Looks like Oliver’s anticipated our need.” He kept his arm loosely around her waist as she turned.

Lori’s heat shimmered around him. “Ah, he is the best.”

Mac had to agree. Oliver anticipated everyone’s needs and met them with unerring accuracy. The man was ageless. It seemed he hadn’t changed in the fifteen years they’d known him. No gray dared to pepper his blond hair. No lines crept over his tan features. He was as fit and trim as the day Mac and Blake had met him. The man oozed class, whether in a tux and diamond cuff links or jeans and a T-shirt. One of the most influential men in California, if not the world. A business nod from Oliver Holbrook meant success, and he’d nodded at Mac Jordan and Blake Patterson years ago when he suggested they open up their own security and investigation firm. It was by far one of the best moves they’d ever made.

“I thought you’d want this.” Oliver handed the purse to Lori. His subtle smile blessed their need for a private moment.

“Right as usual.” Lori kissed Oliver’s cheek. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” Oliver zeroed in on Mac. “I’ll have room service send up a little something. I doubt you’ve eaten much today.”

Two comments in the space of five minutes? Either they knew him too well, or he was looking emaciated. Mac had a feeling it was the former. He hadn’t eaten much. His stomach was too twisted in knots.

Lori pressed her palm to Oliver’s chest. “I’ll call down later.”

Oliver grunted a response, then lifted her fingers to his lips. “Have a good time. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call. But then, you both already know that.” He dropped a quick kiss to her hand, then walked away.

Hand against her lower back, Mac guided her toward the exit. “I understand Blake finally got you to agree to stay here for the duration?”

“I let Blake book me a suite for a couple of days to appease you both. Plus it allowed me to enjoy a glass or two of wine tonight without having to worry about the drive home.”

Oliver would have seen she’d gotten home. Mac didn’t call her on what he suspected was a half-truth. If she’d caved to Blake’s demand to lie low, maybe she was more worried about tomorrow than she let on. Or maybe she’d done it to shut them up.

“But I’m not missing work tomorrow,” she added.

Okay…perhaps not so worried after all.

He and Blake should have taken a direct stand with Lori on this, convinced her to go somewhere safe with them until the media storm was over. Instead, Mac and Blake continued the pattern so ingrained in their relationship, giving Lori the control she needed in her life. There were times when that was the hardest thing to do. Lonely times. Scary times. Like now. Damn scary. If they fucked this up, he and Blake would never forgive themselves. How hard could they hold on to her before they risked losing her completely?

Mac couldn’t bear the thought. That’s why he’d come here now, while Blake planned a full and aggressive charge for tomorrow.

“Let us at least set you up with a bodyguard to help keep the wolves at bay.”

Lori turned her head his way as they neared the elevator, where several others waited. “Don’t.” Command edged her voice. “If you came here tonight to wear down my resolve, you can leave. I agreed to the suite. Anything or anyone more is only going to draw undue attention to me. You know I can’t have that. You’re making entirely too much of this.”

She glared up at him. What was the sense in arguing? He wanted the night in her arms, not them being at odds…again.

“So what is it?” she asked. “Stay or go? I left a lovely chocolate-raspberry cheesecake back there begging for my mouth.”

Mac’s neck hairs bristled. He hated when she used her domme tone with him. He was one of her men, damn it, not a client, although he more than enjoyed when she took the lead in the bedroom. There was only so much a man could take.

He drew Lori to a stop far enough away from the elevator to avoid being overheard. “Is that what I have to do? Beg for your mouth? If Blake and I beg you to be watchful and have a bodyguard, would you finally agree?” Anger welled up. Mac couldn’t fight it. “Wait, I get it. You’re the domme. It’s your responsibility to see we get what we need. Well, we need you to --”

Lori pressed her palms into his chest, her forehead against his chin. “Not tonight, Mac. Please. I need this. I need you. I don’t want to argue anymore.”

He closed his eyes, breathing in her scent, absorbing the feel of her body next to his. “Agreed.” Mac kissed her forehead, fought the urge to pat her ass, then moved them toward the elevator once more.

“Besides,” she said in a low voice, “if it’s the domme in me you want, then I’m the one who decides what you need. Are you willing to give me all the control in the bedroom?”

Mac managed a chuckle and bent near her ear. “Don’t I always, sweetheart?”

Her sly smile chased the clouds away, and she picked up her pace, silently commanding Mac to follow.

The doors opened as they neared, and they crowded inside the elevator with ten other people. Everyone seemed to have the same destination -- the twelfth floor. It made conversation impossible, but the tight quarters wedged Lori against him. She flexed her ass cheeks, somehow using the exercise to stroke his erection. He slipped his hand around her waist, splaying it over her belly, and anchored her against him. Dry humping her where they stood sounded like a damn fine option to him. Mac didn’t mind an audience. The more the merrier.

Lori subtly rocked her hips over his erection. Mac braced himself against the wall and inched his hand higher until his thumb brushed the underside of her breast. He felt more than heard her gasp and nailed her hip in place with his other hand. He indulged in a pivot of his own. She turned her face toward his and licked her lips. By the time the doors opened, her eyes glimmered with the promise of hot sex. Mac could barely see straight.

Lori led the way to her corner suite with a stride that boasted the confidence she commanded as Soleil. He’d be lying if he said she wasn’t intoxicating. Mac would never go the discipline route, but he sure as hell loved when Lori took the reins of pleasure in the bedroom. After all these years, all the times they’d been with each other, the want still existed stronger than ever. And when it was the three of them together…

A shudder down his spine threatened to make him come. Uncaring if anyone saw, Mac squeezed his cock into submission. He caught Lori’s I’m-going-to-fuck-you smile from the corner of his eye. She fished the key card from her purse and handed it to him.

“Want to stick it in?”

© Caitlyn Willows, August 2010
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