From the author of Voyeur comes a sizzling novel about seven steamy nights in Sin City, each one hotter than the last...Brenna Cayton doesn't need a man. At least that's what she keeps telling herself. Then her boss sends her on a business trip to Vegas to make sure Damon Andros-the sexiest man in the entire music industry-doesn't live up to his bad boy image. But before she knows it, business turns to extreme pleasure as Damon brings out her naughty side, fulfilling every one of her wildest fantasies. Now, she has just seven sultry nights to commit every sin in the book. Because once Damon discovers her dirty little secret, he'll surely never indulge their lust again... Views: 65
Product DescriptionChapter 1Chapter 1 Fleeing in terror wasn’t something Elyn Castel did. People usually ran from her, not the other way around. Besides, after she'd spent fifty years as the slave of a sadistic sociopath, there wasn't much anyone could do to inspire terror in her. But Elyn ran now, and she ran hard. She darted down the concourse in long bounds that made the humans gape, leaping over tables filled with diners, spinning around astonished space station security guards, ducking the angry claw swipe of a huge A’vi warrior. Her sensors revealed Jarl “Blade” Bladin was still behind her, matching her stride for impossible stride. But when the ill-tempered A’vi tried for him, one swing of an armored fist sent the massive alien down with a crunch, and a startled, agonized “Chik!” The pursuing security guards had to stop to help the injured A’vi. Never piss off a guy named Blade. Her own master could have told the A’vi that, had Blade left the vicious fuck alive. Elyn had heard that Blade did a very thorough job on Kruz. She would have thanked him for that, if only he hadn’t targeted her next. Just that instant, Elyn’s cyplant whispered, and she shot in the direction it indicated, a service corridor that snaked out to one of the station’s ten huge cargo holds. She could lose Blade there if she got lucky, or kill him if she had to. Or die if she failed. Odd. A few months ago, Elyn would have viewed the prospect of dying as a relief. But Kruz still trapped her then, vicious blight that he was. Now, she had no interest in dying. She was curious about what life would be like as something other than a vampire’s slave. Elyn might not deserve to live, but she wanted to give freedom a try. As she ran for the service corridor, she was acutely aware of the distance between her and her target. Cold, star-flecked blackness lay beyond the towering transparent walls of the Kring Station concourse, along with the elegant white shapes of the great passenger liners and cargo vessels that orbited alongside the space station. Beyond the ships lay the vast blue arc of the planet Cameron, with its landmasses in a hundred shades of green and brown. A thoroughly beautiful view had she not been running for her life. Elyn had always been fast. She reached the service corridor and plunged into it like a bucktor diving into its burrow. She knew that Blade was much bigger, since he’d been engineered for heavy combat, which made him slower and a fraction less agile. Still, no human and damned few aliens would have had a prayer against him. Elyn, however, was not human, and could run him into the ground. She'd already proven that. In the months he'd been pursuing her, Elyn had always outrun him. Unfortunately, now there was nowhere to run to. Her ship didn’t board for hours yet, and she’d have to shuttle over to it. Blade would be on her long before then. She had to either lose him or fight. Elyn really didn’t want to fight. He’d kill her. And he’d do it bloodily, as the newsies said he’d killed Kruz. If the reporters were right, if Blade really was powerful enough to slay such a monster, Elyn had no chance whatsoever. So she listened to the ring of boots on the corridor behind her with dread in her heart. The nanotekker made no other noise, said nothing, barely seemed to breathe hard, while Elyn sucked air in desperate gulps. It was like being pursued by a hunting cat, with a beast’s utter focus and lethal determination. Blood and Steel 7 Reasoning with a man like that wasn’t possible. She could only get the hell away from him. If she could. The corridor’s gray walls blurred past, and with each gazelle spring, her armored boots banged furiously on the deck in a drumroll of terror. Her heart kept time with the beat, pounding desperation in her ears. At last the great double doors of the cargo hold loomed, locked against anyone who did not have the entry code. In seconds, Elyn’s cyplant electronically hacked the code, and the doors slipped soundless Views: 65
PRAISE FOR ALEXX ANDRIA:"After reading just one of her stories, you'll find yourself wondering where Alexx Andria has been all your life." --Kelly Haven, best-selling author of the Diary of a Nympho and Barely Legal Babysitters seriesAMAZON US TOP 100 FREE EROTICA BEST-SELLING AUTHOR!An erotic paranormal romance short story between a wolf shifter and the curvaceous woman destined to be his mate.A CENTURY OF WAITING IS ABOUT TO ENDOlivia's life is about to change. She has no idea that the impossibly tall, dark-haired stranger watching her at the bar of her favorite club has actually been watching her for weeks. TWO SOULS DESTINED FOR ONE ANOTHERVance knows what he wants and he's not about to wait another moment to claim his woman. By night's end, she'll be bound to the beast.A contemporary paranormal love story of approximately 6,900 words. It is intended for mature readers only.EXCERPT:The hair on the back of my neck prickled and I slowly turned, praying that I was simply being melodramatic. But somehow I knew before even turning that it was him standing there, blocking my exit and watching me with open hunger.I turned and my heart jumped into my throat. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice a high-pitched squeak as I flattened against the opposite wall. "This is the l-ladies room.""You smell like honey and rain," he said, his mouth curving in a sensual line that did weird things to my ability to remain standing. I almost forgot that he was likely a weirdo or psychotic killer but I remembered quickly when he began walking toward me. "Stop!" I cried, my voice shaking. "Or I'll scream. Get out and leave me alone and we can just forget this ever happened and you won't have to go to jail for being a creeper.""Forget? And why would I want to do that? It's taken a century to find you...I'm not about to walk away.""W-what? Are you crazy?" I asked, my mouth trembling. Had he said...a century? Fabulous. I was locked in a dimly light club bathroom with a crazy person. Hadn't my evening been crappy enough already? I looked furtively for something I could use as a weapon but aside from throwing soggy paper towel wads his way, I was screwed. This was how it ended, I thought grimly. Savaged by a nutball in a dirty bathroom. Tears pricked my eyes. "I don't want to die," I whispered as he strode toward me.At my whispered plea, he simply smiled darkly and pulled me roughly to him. "Who said anything about dying, sweetling?" he murmured, crushing me against the granite of his chest. "Humans," he chuckled with amusement even as I stiffened against him. "Such alarmists." He didn't give me a chance to respond as his head dipped down and suddenly his lips were moving across mine. He smelled of masculinity and raw power; sex and leather. The heady combination was enough to dampen my fear and sharpen my sudden arousal. He pressed me against the bathroom wall that was covered in profane graffiti and I gasped at the shock of his tongue searching for mine. I clung to him as he ground his hardened length against me through the rough denim of my jeans. I wiggled against the delicious pressure, quickly losing all sense of why this was a bad idea, and simply gave in to the intoxicating feel of being ravaged. Yes, ravaged was a good word for what he was doing to me. There was nothing soft or sweet about the way his hands were roaming my body as if memorizing every curve, every valley. I'd never been so consumed by another person in my life. Every boyfriend or casual sexual relationship I'd ever been in or with had always left me wanting for something deeper, more primal. He filled his hands with my breasts and when the fabric of my blouse impeded his questing touch, he growled and simply ripped it from my body.From the AuthorThank you for downloading BOUND TO THE BEAST and for the lovely fan mail regarding Olivia and Vance! Many have asked if I plan to continue this story but it's fairly self-contained, so although there are no plans to continue this particular story, I love writing about paranormal romances and I plan to do more soon. About the AuthorAlexx Andria writes hot, sultry erotica that ranges from the mild to the wild and everything in between. She believes a healthy sex life is the cornerstone to a strong relationship and she's happy if her stories help rev the engines of her readers! Views: 65
I was raised to always be sure of three things: always put money in your savings account; never rely on a man; and know that no matter what, you can always come home. Had I maybe heeded the ingenious advice of the former two, I wouldn’t be suffering the humiliation of the latter. And it * was humiliating. Not just because I had to go home at twenty-seven years old, but because I had to go home to my small town and tell them that I had been proposed to and dumped within twenty-four hours by a man I had been with for five* years. I had no idea at the time, though, that going home to lick my wounds and reevaluate my life would also lead me right into the hands of a man I never could have expected… * This is a short, sweet, insta-lust story with lots of steam, explicit sex scenes, an HEA, and ‘foul language’. ** Views: 65
You'll find yourself caught in a web of intrigue and forbidden passion in Book 1 of Toni Meilleur's Bloodlines. In a world governed by vampires, shape shifters are the bane of society. But when Khaelen, one of the ruling elite, becomes entangled in the affairs of the shifter accused of murdering his brother, he discovers deadly secrets and a struggle for power that, only together, they can overcome. In a society governed by vampires, Khaelen is Executioner of the Civil Lands his authority unchallenged and unquestioned. When his brother is murdered by no other than the scourge of society, a shape shifter, he is determined to find the guilty party. What he did not expect to find was the beautiful shape shifter Allantra who sent all his emotions and self-control fluttering in the storm she created in him. From the beginning she proclaimed her innocence, and as time passed he suspected Allantra of being something much more powerful than even she conceived. In trying to prove her... Views: 65
Mick Garris, J. Kenner, Kealan Patrick Burke, Del James, and Bentley Little pry open a sarcophagus of horror and dread in Dark Screams: Volume Five, from Brian James Freeman and Richard Chizmar of the esteemed Cemetery Dance Publications. EVERYTHING YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED by Mick Garris It was supposed to be the night of his life: a celebration of his one hit slasher flick. But the price of admission is higher than this has-been filmmaker ever could have imagined. THE ONE AND ONLY by J. Kenner When he was seven, Will Underwood's nanny told him she had the Sight. Years later, a broken heart sends him to New Orleans . . . but it's fate that leads him to Madame Darkling's Voodoo Emporium. THE LAND OF SUNSHINE by Kealan Patrick Burke Although she was mute long before the affair that nearly wrecked their marriage, her silence has tortured her husband ever since. Now he will seek out what he has lost--or be driven mad... Views: 65
Holly had finally managed to catch her hunky boss’s attention – but for all the wrong reasons. Mr. Newman wasn’t very impressed with his pretty employee’s distracted attitude, and he decided she deserved some discipline. If only he knew he was the very distraction stealing her attention from work…Holly gets summoned to his office, only to discover that her darkly handsome boss had very titillating modes of punishment!Another short erotic story by popular author Lucia Jordan.Preview:She could just imagine what it would be like, being made love to by a man like him. It won’t be flowery or slow and neither would it be gentle. It would be a hard, fast, rough taking that would make her twitch for days after with the memory.Sighing raggedly, Holly looked reluctantly away from the profile of her boss, Jason Newman. He was in his early thirties, and the owner of the company where she worked. He was also the hottest man alive, granted, but she had to stop thinking of sex every time she looked at him. Here they all were, at least ten in number, having a top-level meeting in the boardroom. The last thing she should be thinking about was Mr. Newman’s... Views: 65
With 15 rain-soaked stories and 7 storm-inspired poems, the Special Hurricane Relief Edition of the serial anthology Coming Together proves that water cannot put out some fires. All royalties from the sales of this volume will be donated to the American Red Cross for disaster relief efforts. Coming Together is "erotic altruism" at its finest!Table of ContentsForewordPrefaceIntroductionDisclaimersWave LengthThe FuryThunder BeachIdentityWet Panties?Ridden TempestDelugeit's rainingEncore : Passadumkeag WaltzA Storm in TimeWhen It Rains, It PoursWetter Has Never Been BetterKatrina DancesNouveau SoleilKatrinaHeather's BaptismCuriosity is not becoming, KajiraGrande DameA Break in the StormRiding the RainRomance of AtlantisTsunami Views: 65
