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  Naughty Flings

  Twelve Naughty Little Romps

  Including BBW, Contemporary, FemDomme, M/M, Mythological, Paranormal, Regency, Shape-shifter & Vampire from Amazon bestselling authors.

  Written by

  The Naughty Literati

  Alexa Silver

  Belle Scarlett

  Berengaria Brown

  Charlotte Boyett-Compo

  Francesca Hawley

  Katherine Kingston

  Lainey-Jo Charles

  Marianne Stephens

  Nicole Austin

  Regina Kammer

  Suz deMello

  Terry Rissen

  Copyright

  Copyright © May 2015 by Alexa Silver, Belle Scarlett, Berengaria Brown, Charlotte Boyett-Compo, Francesca Hawley, Katherine Kingston, Lainey-Jo Charles, Marianne Stephens, Nicole Austin, Regina Kammer, Suz deMello, Terry Rissen

  Cover art by Nicole Austin

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  Introduction

  The Naughty Literati are a group of authors who’ve come together to showcase their epic talents in stories filled with powerful eroticism and satisfying romance. Our tales range from heartwarming and sweet to scorching hot erotic; medieval to futuristic; humans to aliens and shape-shifters; vanilla committed couples to kinky ménage fun. We plan to produce a few boxed set anthologies annually. Keep an eye out for more of our steamy boxed sets coming soon.

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  STAY THE NIGHT

  Alexa Silver

  When Tod finds out his favorite bookseller is a fan of his work, sparks fly, but the much younger Mel may only be looking for a fling. Can Tod convince her to stay the night—or forever?

  BLOOD MATES: HOW TO BLACKMAIL A VAMPIRE

  Belle Scarlett

  In the spring, a vampire’s fancy turns to the blood lust mating hunt. A pretty, human blackmailer becomes the object of his thirst, but she’s not into vampires. Yet.

  THE LOCH NESS MONSTER, ROMEO, AND JULIO

  Berengaria Brown

  Fraser Campbell and Cameron MacDonald are sent to Glasgow on business. Cam’s determined to see the Loch Ness monster. Fraser just wants Cam.

  THE SHADOWLORD’S ARRIVAL

  Charlotte Boyett-Compo

  Sometimes when you try to run from fate, you trip and fall into the arms of destiny.

  TEACH ME TO DANCE

  Francesca Hawley

  Lady Lexa shares an evening of suggestive flirtation with the Duke of Kendrick. He wants to take her home, but they have unfinished business.

  PHANTOM AFFAIR

  Katherine Kingston

  Robert is the best lover Kelly’s ever had, even though he’s a ghost. If he could return, could reality live up to the fantasy?

  STICKY & SWEET

  Lainey-Jo Charles

  Spring time. Parks. Baseball. Ice cream trucks. Ah, the sweet memories of youth. Ten years later, create new sweet and sticky memories as an adult.

  BUYING ADAM

  Marianne Stephens

  Under false pretenses, Jessica wins Adam at a Charity Bachelor auction. Secret desires for each other ignite into passionate lovemaking. Will the truth divide them?

  MY KIND OF LOVER

  Nicole Austin

  Badass biker girl, accountant, lioness shifter—I’m all that and more. And this hybrid wolf thinks he can take me on? Bring it, you sexy beast! I’ve got this.

  HOT AS HADES

  Regina Kammer

  After living in Hell for four months, Persephone returns home to the mortal realm. But can home truly be home without the man she loves?

  SPRING TRAINING

  Suz deMello

  A hot pitcher finds his secret desires fulfilled by a striking new trainer, who disciplines him in ways he’s only dreamed about (F/m).

  BLUE PLATE SPECIAL

  Terry Rissen

  William’s life is shrouded in secrets. Things start looking up when he meets a vivacious girl at a diner; a girl with almost as many secrets as he has.

  Stay the Night

  Alexa Silver

  Chapter 1

  “You are on my mind.”

  The voice, rich, warm, and sexy, nearly made Melody jump out of her skin. She should have expected him—it was his time to make her day more special. She looked up, up, up—he had to be six three—and gave him her sunniest grin.

  “What can I do ya for?” she asked, winking at him. As usual, he had a briefcase strap crossing his chest and a thermos in his hand. At five-forty in the morning, he was one of her first regulars.

  “Paper, and some Tic Tacs. Good morning, Mel.”

  “Good morning.”

  She knew his name—she’d spied at his credit card when he’d given her it to swipe. Tod—one D—Swanson, like the food.

  “Why was I on your mind?” She’d never given him her full name, but her tag read “Mel” because the printer hadn’t wanted to spit out more than a few letters before giving up the fight. It was the way of things in her mom-and-pop newsstand/bookstore/convenience shop. They needed to save what they could and though Mel had upgraded them to a computerized POS and inventory system, she’d never quite gotten around to doing her nametag with “Melody.”

  Tod blushed, his face reddening from ear-tips down. His light complexion showed every shade of his unease before regulating back to his light tan. “Had a dream about you. And basketballs. And the beach…and unicorns. I don’t know why the unicorns.”

  “Because I’m a unicorn princess, silly.”

  He chuckled and gave her an ironic little smirk. “So, that explained why you juggled those basketballs on the beach for me. I wondered if I wasn’t having a serious jones for summer.”

  “Still a month or so before beach weather. Any exciting plans? Exotic vacations?”

  “Nope, just going to keep on trying to meet a dream.” He glanced over the register to her small work area, where her breakfast and several books sat. “Bagel this morning. Iced tea. Don’t you believe in protein?
”

  “Not this early. Anyway there’s cream cheese on it.”

  “That makes all the difference.”

  Their flirtation was easy and uncomplicated. He’d stop in morning and afternoon—hitting her quiet moments—and they’d flirt for a few minutes. Then he’d go on his way and she’d get back to work. They’d often discuss books or music, but most times it was about making an easy connection with another person.

  He glanced around, and she realized he was making sure that no other customers might take up her attention. Mom was over at the Bagelry, the storefront next door that the family had leased circa nineteen fifty at this very busy commuter train station. Her cousins, aunts and uncle helped out at both the storefronts. Someday, they’d get squeezed out, but for now, this was the family legacy.

  “Whatcha reading today, Mel?”

  She picked up the book, stroking the cover. It was very plain, a thin gloss displaying name, author, ISBN, price, and publication date. She had befriended many of the publishing reps, some of whom stopped in before work most days, and they often brought her advance reading copies. They knew if she liked a book, she’d promote it, if not allot shelf space to it. She had an autonomy the big boys didn’t, and the daily traffic to make it all worthwhile.

  “I’m Mel, and I’m a complete and utter book addict,” she quipped. “This is a new author, a science thriller in the vein of James Rollins—you like him, don’t you?”

  “Big fan.”

  “Good man! Anyway, this book is about a genetically-modified strain of tangerines that is used to deliver a biological weapon. New author, his first book. And I love his pen name.”

  “What is it?”

  “Jean Deaux. Spelled the French way.” She held up the book and he smiled. “I think it is going to do really well. In fact Carson Books is going to bring me a poster for the display when it releases next month.”

  “Nice,” he said with a nod. “Can I borrow it when you’re done?”

  “Always, favorite customer. Have a good day.” She gave him a wink and he returned it with a quirk of his lips, warming her inside and out. Not only was he cute, he was smart, and kind, and he genuinely seemed to like her. Not a bad start to her day, all things considered. She wasn’t particularly smooth with guys, but this one had worked his way into her routine and day.

  Tod’s hands shook as he fumbled with his newspaper and the Tic Tacs, slipping the box of candy into his briefcase, alongside his manuscript pages.

  This hadn’t been expected at all.

  How had she come to have his book in her hands, weeks before release day?

  Well, he knew how that worked. Even though he didn’t work in publishing, he’d been associated with enough folks to know that booksellers got early copies of books, so they could read and evaluate them before release. But he hadn’t realized her bookstore was on the list. It was a busy location—travelers, commuters, people taking the train to the airport, and even a few locals who wanted to go steps instead of blocks for reading material filled the place, morning and afternoon. He supposed even at night.

  Tod didn’t know much about Mel beyond the basics. Cute, curvy, and with a wicked sense of humor. She was smart, usually fairly perky for five something a.m.—or three something p.m., for that matter. She loved to read, and she was more than efficient.

  He couldn’t explain why she showed up in his dreams. Or why he always reacted in a visceral and explosive manner. Maybe his body knew something his mind didn’t yet. It could be the right moment to get to know Mel one to one, rather than customer to business owner.

  Today would be perfect.

  Tod walked into his office at the Education Department with a spring in his step. He was the first one there—as always. A couple of years ago, he’d been offered an earlier shift than normal, starting at 6:30 a.m., and he’d jumped at it. With his commute, he’d much rather ride trains at the beginning of the rush hour, rather than when they were packed in like sardines.

  And it allowed him quiet moments before the grind of work started. The New York public school system was always changing, policies needed to be restructured on a regular basis, and he needed every moment to figure out what his game plan would be on any given day.

  He sat at his desk, turning Spotify on and dialing up his favorite soft jazz playlist. As usual, there was a stack of articles to read. At some point, his job had become drudgery and he’d lost his passion. He was sticking it out these last six months and then retiring with his twenty-two years, twenty-five if he could buy the last three, a decent pension, and a new lease on life. Of course, he wouldn’t see Mel every day, but he’d deal with that when he had to.

  If his agent was right and the book did well, he’d be able to write full time. Hell, maybe he’d finish restoring his classic car and take it on a road trip. There was a great big world out there for Tod to greet. Alone. That terrified him.

  He glanced at the picture of Amelia, the one that sat at a place of honor on the center of his desk. She was in mid-laugh, her head tipped back, hair flowing down her back. Two months later, a drunk driver had ended her life, and in September that year, Dad had died in the Twin Towers. He still missed both of them so much.

  Tod closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He needed reading glasses, but he was fighting that every step of the way, though his co-workers, mostly in their sixties, rolled their eyes at him.

  “Morning, Tod!” Janet, the woman who sat at the next desk, called as she breezed in. “How are ya, honey?”

  “Good,” he allowed with a small, automatic smile. She usually wasn’t in before seven and he was a little annoyed at the interruption.

  “How’s your day?” she continued, pulling out some files and stowing her lunch in the community fridge.

  “Early.” It was easy to be friendly with such an outgoing lady. “How’s yours?”

  “Early, too! But the commute was a dream.”

  “For me too,” he said softly, giving her a thoughtful look. She turned to boot up her computer and he realized he’d better do the same. The long day loomed. He didn’t want to be ungrateful. At least he had a job and a solid one at that. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own that he had his sights set elsewhere. A writing career, and maybe, just maybe a cute bookseller.

  Chapter 2

  The day dragged for Tod. During lunch, he spoke with his agent and editor at Carson Books, who shared several great reviews with him. His second book had been submitted, but not yet edited, and if sales matched how strongly pre-sales for the debut were going, there might be room for a bump up in the schedule, if a spot opened up. His agent privately told him a spot usually opened up. It helped that the CEO of Carson Books loved his writing style. He was buddies with a movie producer, and there were whispers that the book might be sold to be made into a movie.

  It was a bit too much for Tod to take. And when his agent had asked him when he could turn another book in, Tod started to quietly freak out. The publisher was interested in positioning him to be a banner name, and there was a very intriguing school of thought that Jean Deaux could work for all of them. It would protect Tod, who had chosen to write under a pen name because there was explicit violence in a couple of scenes in his debut. He didn’t want to have any issues with his day job or risk his impending retirement and pension.

  Fortunately, his agent and editor were hungry for success and they believed in him. He knew how lucky he had it all around—solid job with a retirement plan, and the potential for a strong second career doing his passion. He ran a hand through his hair, diving back in to work. The sooner he was through reading the new ADA guidelines and associated literature, the sooner he could get his report written. He’d get it to the school board and move on to the next policy to analyze.

  The rest of the day passed in a sheaf of papers flooded with medical speak, and if Tod hadn’t had a constant stream of caffeine, he would have struggled to stay awake. Finally, he glanced at the clock on his desk, barely holding bac
k his sigh of relief that his workday was done.

  “Have a good night,” he said to his coworkers, giving them a wave. He usually filled his Thermos with coffee on the way out, but today he had another plan. One that made him significantly nervous.

  Amelia had been his high-school girlfriend, and when she died, he hadn’t fathomed dating anyone else. Well-meaning friends had set him up on several dates through the years, but only one had stuck. His chemistry with Hayley had been fantastic, but they’d been in very different places in their lives, and they’d parted friends. He wasn’t opposed to dating, just hadn’t found anyone who had piqued his interest. He had a pretty full life. Between Mom, work, writing, his buddies, he didn’t consistently miss having a partner and a house full of kids. Mostly he was a contented single man ready to wait for the right one.

  Which he was growing to believe might be Mel.

  Mel had crawled into his head when he hadn’t taken notice. A smiling face had warmed his mornings gradually. He hadn’t taken serious notice of her initially, but when she’d commented on one of his book choices, and they’d struck up a conversation, he’d become more engaged. It had been a couple of years now and she was his everyday routine, comfortable.

  Or so he’d thought.

  Several months ago, he’d started seeing her intriguing amber-flecked brown eyes in unexpected places, imagined he was hearing her laugh in his quiet house at night. He’d started wondering what she did on her days off, if she had a boyfriend, if she might be interested in him.

  And then the dreams had started. Sweaty, wet, dirty dreams of her doing things to him, making him cry out. His laundry bill had never been higher. Three changes of sheets a week was the norm, and no matter how much he tried to take care of things before bed, when the lights were out and he was dreaming, his imagination took him to carnal places.