As Paul's changes begin to unfold, secrets are revealed and Star Force's future takes a drastic turn. Views: 59
Dancer craves social interaction, so when she takes the chance to run, she heads to the mall. Dancer joined the exodus from the workshop in a chance to experience life and possibly love. She focuses on life and finds herself working in a mall as a security guard. Watching humans in their preparations for Christmas gives her a feeling of purpose and renews her energy for the holiday. A new photographer at Santa’s Grotto gains a crowd and Dancer’s admiration. He handles children with skill and coaxes smiles out of the most recalcitrant little ones. Dancer catches his eye, and she acknowledges the mutual attraction. A bit of light flirting and fending off attackers creates a bond that definitely embodies the spirit of giving. Views: 59
Born to be an assassin, raised to be a hero, Kiala seeks middle ground as an auditor. A fallen hero has other plans.
Life started awkwardly and became a game of survival for Kiala. Hunted by the Assassins Guild for her parents’ illicit union, their little family ran from planet to planet until Ki put her foot down. She performed the entry exam for the Assassins Guild and sold her services to them for five years.
When her years as a bodyguard were up, she tried to work as an auditor, an investigator, and attempted to find her place in world without danger around every corner. The Citadel made her an offer, and she agreed to time as a sidekick to a recruiter.
When the contract is up, she is given another choice, another chance and another fresh start. Seeing a familiar face is the first shock of many as she works as a Citadel liaison in Nyal space. Views: 59
Emma Galena thinks moonlighting as a medic for the Prairie Devils MC is tough, and then she meets Tank. No job is supposed to be this hard, this dangerous, this insane. Neither is her attraction to the tattooed giant who upends everything. John “Tank” Richmond has taken more beatings than anybody for his club. Bullets, knives, and brawls were never half as painful as the dagger Emma twists in his heart. Tank wants this chick bad, but he won't have her in his brutal world, knowing it's a one way ticket to suffering. If only he could forget about claiming the angel who won't leave his head. If only he could stop the crazy lust boiling his blood every time he imagines her wearing his brand and nothing else. Property of Tank? Not so fast. Tank's right about how vicious the underworld can be. Soon, a broken heart is the least of Emma's worries when a Fed with a grudge ropes her into a scheme to bring down the Devils for good, testing her loyalty to the outlaws she's sworn to serve and the man she can't stop loving. Will chasing an impossible, wicked love cost Tank and Emma everything? Views: 59
The leap from friends to lovers means they have everything to gain...or everything to lose...Colleagues, confidants and best friends for years, Flynn and Sabrina have never crossed that line. Until one searing Valentine's Day kiss. And when circumstances force Sabrina to move in with Flynn...that line disappears. But becoming friends with benefits must stay a secret. Because if word gets out, they'll be risking their professional reputations and their relationship... Views: 59
Susan Chalmers and her billionaire lover, Channing Crawford, are now prisoners of Channing’s ex-girlfriend, Alia. Alia’s fury over the past knows no bounds as she tortures Channing and secretes Susan to a citadel in Baghdad. And now the endgame looms. Channing will have to make a terrible choice: the woman he loves . . . or the lives of the people he is responsible for. Views: 59
Shocked by Malcolm's revelation, Sadie is determined to convince him not to go through with his plan and to strike back against the friend who wronged him. Malcolm is just as determined to complete his masterpiece before he bows off the world stage forever. Fleeing the long arm of the law, they turn to the sea. Alone together on Malcolm's boat, a curious duel begins as Malcolm searches for a meaning in his life and Sadie strives to show him one before time runs out--one way or another.His Obsession is a 21,000 word novelette and is book four of five in The Billionaire's Muse series.EXCERPT:I followed him to the bedroom, past a spiral staircase and down a tiny hallway. When he opened the door I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping in astonishment. He led me inside, then dropped my hand and stood back, allowing me to take it in.I stared at the room. Sumptuous. Decadent. Delicious. Rows of windows displaying the darkness outside. A desk on one side of the room, a couch on the other. A flat-screen TV at one end.And a four-poster bed at the other."I'm afraid I wasn't entirely truthful when I said I didn't make any changes to the interior of the boat," Malcolm admitted from behind me. "The bed is my own personal touch."Really? A four-poster bed? On a yacht?Then it hit me. Of course he'd have a four-poster bed on his yacht, I realized. The better to tie you up, my dear.His hand alighted on my back. Hot and insistent, he guided me to the bed. "Stand here," he commanded. "I'm going to bind you."I stiffened, and he felt it. Gently, he turned me around and put his hands on my shoulders, meeting my eyes with his. He searched my face for a moment, looking for something, and I couldn't have said if he found it or not."I've poured myself out to you, Sadie," he said finally. "Trust me. Give me this one last fling."Anger boiled up in me. One last fling? He was so selfish. But if he persisted in thinking that he was going to kick the bucket, then fine. I'd give him his fling. I'd fling him so hard he'd have to stay. Or... come back. Like a boomerang. Not the best metaphor, but it would have to do."All right," I said, and the smile that broke over his features was beatific.He took his own sweet time setting things up. The ropes he used were stored in one of the dresser drawers, and I watched as he drew them out, long and sinuous. Black. Velvet. At least they weren't red."Take off your clothes."Wordlessly, I did as he commanded. First my coat pooled to the floor. Then my top and my bra. My shoes next, and finally my skirt. I still wore no panties. His cum had dried, sticky, on the inside of my thighs."Lie down. Spread your legs and arms," he instructed. His eyes on me were hot, not detached like they'd been when he'd been taking out the length of red ribbon in his own bedroom, and I felt an answering rush of heat as I obeyed. The comforter was down, cool and soft, and I found myself hoping, vaguely, that I didn't ruin it by being messy. Stretching my arms above my head and spreading my legs out, I stared at the ceiling and waited for him to begin... Views: 59
