Full-figured librarian Chloe Banks has had a bad day - her fiance left her for her best friend, she lost her apartment, all her money has mysteriously disappeared, her boss won't stop dogging her, and to top it all off she's cornered by an angel-faced vampire in the rare books room. The vampire, Gabriel, is a little worse for the wear after spending the last hundred years interred underground but now that he is free he needs blood and little help navigating the modern world. What he gets is a genre-savvy woman with a body that he can't keep his hands off of, and Chloe, despite nursing a broken heart, can't deny the primal attraction between them. Is she prepared to trust her body--and her life--to a vampire, if only for a night? Dead Man's Curves is a 19,500 word erotic novelette for readers who like a little blood, a little revenge, and a secretly chivalrous vampire who lusts for lush, full curves. EXCERPT: Long, possessive fingers slid down over one large breast, cupping it gently, his thumb finding a nipple through her clothes. She wore a gray v-neck sweater over a smart white blouse, but his touch was so potent it she would have sworn she could feel every ridge of his fingerprint on her flesh. Blood rushed to follow his touch, and Chloe fought to keep her eyes from closing as he lifted her breast up, pushing a soft swell of cleavage past the edge of her blouse. “A meal fit for a king,” the vampire murmured. Then he lowered his head and bit her breast, like Adam taking his first bite of the apples of Eden. Pain flashed through her, as sharp as the stinging stab of a needle, and her breath caught— —and then she was floating. Sweet numbness spread through her veins, radiating out from the point of contact of the vampire's lips. The breath gusting from his nose was cool, but the inside of his mouth burned like a pyre. He swirled his tongue over the wounds he had made in her flesh before probing them in order to coax more blood from her body. A lance of pain speared through her heart, but it was far away, happening to someone else. The sudden desire and heady, flying euphoria, however—those were very immediate. Those were happening to her. His head, bent to her breast, hovered close to her mouth and nose, and she could smell his hair as flyaway strands brushed over her lips. Faint scents teased her, of dried rose petals and old patchouli, vetiver and cloves, but under those flavors, welling up and threatening to overwhelm them, was the rich loamy smell of wet earth. The smell of a grave, she thought faintly, but then thought became impossible as he began to move insistently against her, his hips picking up a primal rhythm, though all the while his mouth drained her dry. Flames licked up and down her body. Wherever he touched her, she threatened to ignite. His cock now pressed into her hip, as hot as a sword fresh from the blacksmith's forge, and one hard, sinuous thigh had snaked its way between her legs, propping her up and rubbing against her aching core. Her hips thrust of their own accord, grinding herself into his leg. She wore a straight tweed skirt and tights, and the rough texture of decaying fabric scratched over the tender flesh of her inner thighs... Views: 14
One blizzard, two days, three men to keep her warm. Powertools, Book 3 Naked is Kayla's style. She's exposed to bare skin more than the average person-like when she's up to her elbows in massage oil, soothing the tired muscles of the construction crew building her new spa, a barter to offset some of the cost. Once it's finished, she plans to open a private retreat for fellow naturists. It should be a routine service. Yet for some reason, caressing the man on her table is blurring her normally crystal-clear distinction between nudity and sexuality. And stirring up kinky fantasies involving the rest of the crew. She never intended to share details about her lifestyle-slash-business plan, not even with the open-minded, sexy crew. But when a faulty truck engine and one hell of a snowstorm trap the three men at her cabin, heat sears away her cover story-and her inhibitions. Cocooned in blissful isolation, Dave, Neil and James show her that passion knows no barrier, with or without clothing. Leaving Kayla wondering if two days of mutual satisfaction will ever be enough… Warning: This book features a m/m/m/f ménage hot enough to melt an entire blizzard's worth of snow and ice. Views: 13
Their biggest challenge is balancing one's vanilla with the other's kink.Joel has finally walked away from his abusive ex and is ready to meet new people. But that isn't easy for a guy who's shy, self-conscious, and struggling with his body image.Andre has wanted Joel since the first time he laid eyes on him, and finally Joel is single. But Andre is a Dom and a sadist, and Joel is unapologetically vanilla. There's no happy medium — either Andre reins in the kinky side that took him years to accept, or Joel grits his teeth and subjects himself to kinks that aren't his thing. No matter who bends, someone's going to be unhappy.They agree to walk away, but they keep circling back to each other. Though their kinks might not line up, the chemistry between them sizzles and the emotional connection keeps getting deeper. But none of that will get them anywhere if they can't find some kind of middle ground in the bedroom. Views: 13
Seduced into becoming host to an ancient goddess, will Del survive the attentions of the god of lust?
Del is taking erotic dance classes at the Companion Centre when she locks eyes with a huge, burly alien with a vivid green gaze. He has come to secure a Companion to act as a permanent host to a goddess, but when he hears Del’s bright laughter, he changes his target from Companion to dancer.
Kurat has been raised as host to two gods. Changes in his body have made it difficult for him to take a casual lover, only a mate will do. With Del’s bright soul welcoming his, he knows the moment he meets her that she will be the one the goddesses will accept.
With the god of lust and the god of war agreeing to his choice, Kurat’s entire being is in agreement. The dancer will be theirs. Views: 13
