Black Leather & New Boundaries – EXCERPT

Ariyel Esmund introduced Ren Noletta, a bookkeeper, to an erotic world of dominance and submission. And then he introduced her to his friend, Creed Bennett. The two men took Ren on a journey of discovery until finally she had to make a choice between white leather or black. Now, in a new environment of whips and chains and floggers, suspension bars and bondage, Creed will take Ren even further with an exploration of her darker, hidden desires.

Not regretting her choice, Ren continues sexual lessons with her new Dom, a mysterious man with closely held secrets. But rather than being put off by Creed’s reticence to share every facet of his life with her, Ren is drawn deeper into his compartmentalized lifestyle. Though Creed is a man who rules his world with a strong hand, he uses slightly different methods of seduction and domination on Ren rather than forcing her, and she falls for him hard. New York City is a different beast from her tame-cat environment of lonely, small-town life, and Creed gives Ren new, unexpected boundaries to challenge her. Will Ren accept the additional tasks Creed presents? And where exactly does love fit into the texture of this frighteningly delicious relationship?

EXCERPT

Food for Thought. Tonight Creed surprised her. He’d prepared dinner for her, an elegant feast of tender rosemary chicken, succulent honey-drenched baby carrots, wild rice, and a rich cherry cheesecake for dessert. The wine was a chilled white chardonnay from his cellar.

“I’ll be leaving in the morning. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone,” he said.

“You never tell me where you’re going. What you do is very secretive isn’t it?” She picked at the chicken, snagged one of the carrots and cut it into tiny pieces.

Like everything else, Creed was very deliberate and controlled when he ate. He cut things very precisely as though he had a comfortable, almost surgical skill with a knife. He chewed slowly as though savoring each bite. He picked up his glass and took a deep swallow of the wine. With a quiet, yet deliberate motion, he set the glass back on the table.

“It’s for your own protection, Ren. You don’t want to know the details of what I do. That’s the only way I can keep you–and keep you safe. Is dinner to your liking?”

Obviously, the conversation about his upcoming trip was closed. She tried to force her thoughts away from the fact he was leaving again, and turned toward the dinner and taking some comfort from the fact that he was with her tonight. And she planned to make the best of the evening.

After dinner, he gave her time in the guest bathroom with the hand-detailed gold and white wallpaper, luxuriously accessorized for guests, to prepare. Ren wondered about those guests, but then her attention was caught by something else–a silver rectangular gift box tied with a wide silver ribbon, setting on the counter in the bathroom in front of the antique oval mirror. She gasped with pleasure when she opened it. Inside was a short black satin robe with black roses embroidered around the hem and cuffs, and a pair of elegant, silk, black-and-silver stilettos, also embroidered with a matching design. They appeared to mirror her tattoo startlingly well.

She removed her beige heels, slipped out of the jade green business suit, unhooked and rolled down her beige stockings and removed them. She unfastened her light green satin garter belt, then folded all the garments neatly and set them inside one of the inset cupboards. When she finished her preparations, she donned the robe, tied the belt, then slipped on the heels. After one more glance in the mirror, she left the spacious bathroom.

Creed eyed her appreciatively when she entered the living room. He sat in a forest green winged-back chair in front of the fireplace. When he saw her, he set aside his snifter of cognac and rose to his feet.

“When I saw the robe in the shop, I knew you had to have it,” he said as she moved toward him and knelt down. “And then I found the heels at another shop not far away.” He placed a hand on top of her head. He smoothed it over her hair.

“Thank you, Sir. They’re perfect.”

He placed a hand beneath her chin and tilted her head back. His black eyes bore into her. “I enjoy shopping for you,” he murmured. “I enjoy it very much. I enjoy fantasizing about how you’ll look in the clothes I choose for you. Or how you’ll respond to the toys I discover. What I’ll do to you, and how you’ll scream with pleasure when I’ve made you come. Again and again. Just as you’ll do tonight.”

Then he leaned down to kiss her quite thoroughly, and possessively, leaving her breathless, but still yearning for more.

He brought her to her feet, then guided her through the hallways and down to his dungeon. It was a room with black walls and black-light tracking at ceiling and floor to illuminate it. There was an array of equipment, including the suspension bar. Ren was never as aware of her surroundings as when she was in Creed’s private dungeon. Her trust in Creed was never more evident as when she was hanging from the suspension rack.

She looked toward the wall displaying implements for chastisement and pleasure. She noted the horse, a cross, and, of course, the simple bed with iron head and baseboards, hung with matching chains and manacles. Which would he use tonight?

She stripped off the robe and he took it from her and hung it from a hook near the door. He led her to the suspension apparatus. She felt no fear. Ren trusted him implicitly.

“Tonight, we’ll see if we can turn something distasteful into something quite pleasant and in fact make you yearn to repeat the experience again and again. We’ll begin with a bit of sensory deprivation. Do you have a problem with that, Ren?”

She bowed her head. “Whatever you wish, Master.” She was excited. He had never failed to challenge her, to excite her, to please her. But she couldn’t deny there was a hint of fear of the unknown tingeing her excitement. That always magnified the experience.

He placed his hand at her lower spine and guided her forward. His bare hand, so warm. Calluses, a mark of the man unafraid of hard work. As he positioned her and bound her, she glanced at the wall, at the whips, the ropes, the chains. She wondered which of the whips he’d use tonight.

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April 7, 2018 0

Mariposa Soul – an excerpt

Andre spends his time globetrotting around the world and flitting from bed to bed, never tempted to stay in any of them. Always searching for that soul his would recognize as the one he couldn’t live without. A chance encounter teaches him something about himself he would never have expected.

Excerpt

He turned a corner, heard the echo of a lonely siren in the distance, felt the moisture of late night rain cling to his face.

He should take that assignment his editor offered him today. It would send him far away from the temptation for a good year. Then maybe the aching need would finally dissipate and he would remember how good it felt to ease his body inside a woman’s soft caress.

Who was he trying to kid? Those days had been destroyed forever. He shoved a hand into the pocket of his coat. His fingers encountered the sharp edges of a business card and a wave of longing sliced through him. He didn’t have to pull it out to know whose card it was. He had it memorized, the name seared into his brain.

You have a butterfly’s soul, Andre, beautiful and fragile. I await the day you set it free to live the way it is meant to live. Come to me when you are ready.

He’d fought it for so long, trying to lose himself within other warm bodies, in other arms, through other lips. He’d tried so damned hard to surround himself with the scent of women, to make him forget.

But they had all paled, and were all forgotten because he could only remember one set of arms, one mouth that consumed and pulled at his soul, eyes that stroked him to life and filled the loneliness of his soul, like nothing had ever done before.

His response had scared him, yet excited him. He’d wanted to give in to the feelings, and although they’d felt right at the time, he’d shied from acknowledging what they meant about him.

He stopped walking and looked up at the street sign and sighed. Pulling deeply on the cigarette, he tossed it down and ground it with the heel of his shoe. It was as though it was inevitable his footsteps should have carried him to this particular street corner. He’d fought the feelings for so long and was tired of the struggle. The confusion inside him swirled around him, ever present no matter where he went or whom he was with.

But suddenly, as he looked up at the street sign, his hand closed over the card in his pocket. Mariposa Street. Was it a sign that he should accept the message of the soul he’d tried to forget? In Spanish, mariposa meant butterfly.

Was he finally ready to accept the nature of his needs to feel complete? He turned toward the street, saw a taxi, and hailed it. He felt the flutter of trapped wings beating inside his soul. Was he ready to fly? He knew he feared leaving the safe, familiar boundaries of his cocoon.

The taxi pulled up, he opened the door, and stepped inside.

“Where to?” the older gentleman asked him.

Again, his fingers encountered the card in his pocket, like a talisman. He didn’t need to take it out to provide the driver with the address.

“Twenty-one Morgan Street—to the Morgantown Apartments.”

The driver nodded, pulled away from the curb, and Andre settled back in the seat, his heart pounding—was it excitement or fear?

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March 29, 2018 0

An Excerpt from Heart and Soul

Laughtry and Mary share more than hot, adventurous sex. They’re bounty hunters–business partners, who may have met by accident, but more likely were linked through destiny. Lovers of the same magnetic man–at different times–they are now bound to each other. Half Cherokee, Ray Blackhawk remains a shadow that hovers over both of them, or maybe between them. A man whose mark they both carry and whose memory still burns hot as the Oklahoma sun. A lover who disappeared from their lives like a ghostly mist at sunrise, leaving them both with heartache, questions, and no closure.

Now it’s time to resolve the past. A motorcycle journey takes Laughtry and Mary from Tulsa to Freedom to confront Blackhawk and discover what changes time has wrought and whether love and memory can withstand the ravages of remembered passion. Or will the journey’s end tear Laughtry and Mary apart? Will Blackhawk remember and choose one of them over the other? And can they accept what fate has planned? What will happen when the three of them finally confront each other for the first time? Together.

Excerpt

“Can I help you folks?”

“We’re looking for Ray Blackhawk. I understand he’s here. Can you tell me where we can find him?”

The cowboy’s lips tightened as he looked Laughtry up and down. Mary couldn’t see his expression because his hat shadowed the upper portion of his face. But his stance told her he was wary of the new arrivals and she had a feeling they weren’t going to get much information from him.

“Who’s asking?”

Mary could feel Laughtry tense. It was a testosterone pissing contest as the two men eyed each other. Well, shit. She stepped in front of Laughtry, hands on hips.

“Look, mister, we’ve driven a long way to see an old friend. And we’re pretty hot and tired. Let’s quit tap dancing here and just tell us if he’s here or not.”

The man tipped his hat back and turned his attention to Mary. Interesting face. Weathered and tanned, deep lines etched into his features. She couldn’t quite figure his age from this distance. His gaze slid over her body. Another woman might have been embarrassed, but Mary was used to rude men trying to put her in her place. It never had gotten them very far.

She straightened her shoulders, lifted her chin, and glared right back at him, not giving an inch. Her gaze slid over his body, hopefully with a touch of insolence in the look. Right back at you, cowboy. Not bad if she was actually in the market for his type. She stepped toward him.

“It’s okay, Johnny. I think I know them. They aren’t strangers.”

Mary whirled around at the softly spoken words. It was a voice she heard in her dreams, it hadn’t changed over the years. It was just as powerful as it had always been. Maybe more so after such a lengthy lapse of time. Deep and raspy, like tequila going down hot, blindsiding you if you weren’t paying attention.

“Ray Blackhawk.” Her focus turned on him, drinking in the effects time had rendered on the hard, lean body, the long ebony black hair, the deep sable brown of his eyes. He wore faded jeans, brown scuffed boots, and a loose-fitting cream-colored shirt. The ties crisscrossed over his chest, showing a generous amount of bronzed flesh. Skin she suddenly remembered the taste of very well. Her gaze rose higher, fastening onto his mouth. There was a slight curl to his sensuous lips as he studied the pair. The air stilled and immediately she felt the magnetic draw of his personality as though the years just melted away.

“Who’d have thought,” he said. His attention turned to Laughtry and he held out a hand. She watched as Laughtry took it in a firm grip, the men eyeing each other for long moments, and then he pulled Laughtry into a hug, fingers flexed against his broad back.

“I’ve missed you, man.” The words were raw, filled with some deep emotion.

Still hugging Laughtry, Ray turned his dark gaze on Mary and he reached out a hand. Something broke apart inside her as she accepted his hand and he drew her into the huddle of three. She gripped his back, but still managed to hang onto Laughtry as well.

Ray tilted her head and his hard lips claimed hers, tongue thrusting deep and claiming the past as though there had never been a separation of years intervening. He lifted his head and turned to Laughtry, kissing him with the same deep probe that Mary had just experienced with him.

“I’ve missed you both. I know you probably won’t believe that, but it’s true.”

He took a deep shuddering breath and then released them, stepping back to look at both of them. “I’ve a feeling there’s a story here. I can’t believe it. The two of you. Here. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”

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March 21, 2018 0

Excerpt from Joe Gallant

Joe Gallant, playboy race car driver, a man headed down the path of self-destruction. Roberto Morgan, suave up and coming young Dallas attorney, on the fast track to prominence and success. Secrets, lies, and a combustible attraction. Two men bound by the secrets of the past class and burn beneath the hot Texas skies. Will the past secrets of the fathers destroy their sons’ chance at happiness in the present? The fathers may have gotten it wrong; can the sons get it right without losing the one chance either man has for finding lasting happiness and love?

Excerpt

Inside the rough, weather-beaten wood structure, the music decibel hit eardrum splitting levels. Peanut shells litter the old rough wood-planked floors. Several of his acquaintances made room for the three men at their table. Here, Joe didn’t have to pay, but the drinks kept on coming. Tight-jeaned, big-breasted women with tiny waists kept both him and Dev on the dance floor. Joe noticed Rob politely refused, and the only drink he ordered appeared to be mineral water with a twist of lemon.

It wasn’t until quite a bit later that things seemed to quiet down and he found himself sitting next to Rob, everyone else out on the dance floor. He downed another draft, parched and sweating after the last two-step with the blond now draped against a cowboy at the end of the bar.“You’re not drinking,” Joe pointed out as he set down his empty glass and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.

A sexy waitress placed another in front of him. His leg rubbed against Rob’s and even as drunk as he was, he started to feel horny. He glanced at Rob—dark-haired, tawny-skinned, remote, untouchable Rob Morgan—and felt the urge to kiss him, but not inside the crowded roadhouse. Somewhere quiet, where he could take his time exploring that sweet mouth of his.

Joe studied Rob, and this close, he could see the color of his eyes. They weren’t brown, like he expected. Definitely blue. Cobalt with flashes of gold framed by long, black eyelashes. Certainly not ordinary. But then nothing about him was ordinary. Not the red in his hair, not the blue eyes, not one thing about him that did not make Joe’s temperature rise. Then his gaze fastened onto his mouth…sculptured lips, wet from the drink he’d just finished.

“You have a lover back in Dallas?” Joe couldn’t help asking, never taking his eyes off Rob’s tasty-looking mouth. The man seemed nervous; his tongue flicked out. Joe’s glance moved upward.

Rob’s eyes widened in surprise. Obviously, the question had taken him by surprise.
“No. I haven’t had time for relationships of that nature.”
“Too busy trying to make your mark, hmm?” He was definitely a man on the rise. He sure had the looks to get him there. And with Aaron backing him, likely it wouldn’t take long.

“I guess you might say that.” Joe watched him take another sip from his glass. He licked his lips. Now Joe’s whole focus was on getting a taste of him. What would Harper Morgan’s son do if Joe just leaned over and claimed a big ole kiss? Would Rob yield the way Harper had yielded all those years ago to Aaron? What would Rob do if Joe kissed him? Right here in the middle of the Texas roadhouse. That sure would start folks’ tongues a-wagging, now wouldn’t it?

Suddenly, Joe felt like he was suffocating, and his head began to spin. “Gotta go,” he slurred as he unsteadily got up from the table. He needed fresh air. It seemed like forever before he found the exit door and burst outside into the cooling desert night. He took several deep gulps of fresh air. He stumbled and someone caught him before he toppled over and made more of a fool of himself than he already had.

“I’ve got you,” Rob said. “I think maybe it’s time to head back to the house.”

Joe nodded and simply held on as Rob dragged him toward the Jaguar. He propped him up and started to open the door.

Joe stopped him. Rob glanced back.

“If you had a lover, would it be a man or a woman?” This far out in the parking lot, there was no one else around. No one but the crickets, the frogs, and the moon up above.
Something flickered in Rob’s eyes. Joe cupped his face. “Man or woman?” he murmured just before he leaned in and stole that kiss he just had to have.

Rob didn’t pull away. In fact, he leaned forward and Joe deepened the kiss. He thrust his tongue between Rob’s lips. He twisted and it was Rob who backed up against the car. Joe was so hungry—ravenous because he tasted so good and Joe just had to have more.

“Joe! Where the hell are you?”

This time Dev was the man doing the interrupting.

It was Rob who moved first, the parking lot light caught and glanced off his watch. That’s all it took for Joe to regain his senses. What the hell was he just doing kissing Rob Morgan? Harper’s son? Fuck. He was quite obviously too damned drunk.

Rob called to Dev. Joe slipped into the backseat of the car and leaned his head against the back of the front seat. How many more regrets did a man get in his life? How many more stupid moves was he going to make?

Dev slipped into the passenger seat, then Rob got behind the wheel. Joe didn’t look up. It was Dev who kept up the conversation, lulling Joe into a stupor. It was nightmares of the night back in Dallas when he’d had his accident that jolted him awake. But he wasn’t in the Jaguar, he was in the ranch house, in his bed. His head pounded and he felt like shit. Morning sunlight was streaming in through the window. And he was naked. What the hell had happened? And how had he missed it? Who exactly had put him to bed?
Shit! What had he done now?

Dev strolled into his room carrying a Bloody Mary. “About time you woke up.”

“What time is it?” Joe mumbled as he rolled out of bed with the beige sheet wrapped around his hips. He took the drink and downed in. His mouth felt like crap, too. He peered up at Dev. “Did you put me to bed?”

Dev looked sheepish. “Can’t say I was in much better condition than you. Nope, wasn’t me. That would be Rob.”

Joe dropped back onto the bed, an arm slung over his eyes. Could it get much worse?

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Joe Gallant, playboy racecar driver, a man headed down the path of self-destruction. If there was one man Joe despised, it was Harper Morgan, his billionaire father Aaron’s best friend–and secret lover. Even though Harper’s dead, Joe still can’t forgive all the secrets and lies that destroyed his family. Now, years later, when Roberto Morgan, Harper’s stepson, shows up in Laredo, hired by Aaron to represent Joe in several endorsement contracts and to keep him out of trouble and out of the tabloids, Joe is not a happy man. Unfortunately, after Joe’s last headline-making car accident, he doesn’t have a choice.
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March 5, 2018 0

Excerpt from Animal Heat

Vampyre Falls: Animal Heat by Adrianna Dane

Hot. Hard. Handsome. And dangerously ravenous–for Rainna Spaulding. Rainna knows there’s something different about Treynor Black and if she could just keep her hands off him for five seconds she might find out what it is. But two seconds in his company and she’s overwhelmed by the most intensely lustful, searing heat she could imagine, and commonsense is not on the menu. So what if he likes his meat rare and his rendezvous at midnight during a full moon. She could handle it. He had secrets, well so did she.

And then she meets his brothers, Carson and Donovan. Talk about turning up the heat to scorching. Who were these brothers…or maybe she should ask what were they?

An Excerpt from Animal Heat (Wolf Pack, Bk. 1) (#MFMM, #multiples, #shapeshifter, #werewolves, #eroticromance, #darkfantasy, #paranormal)

“Well, look who’s finally up and around.”

She whirled around at the deep voice coming from the doorway behind her. Flashbacks to the man who had broken into her cabin assaulted her. She backed up against the counter when she realized it wasn’t Trey standing there, but a stranger. Tall, with a clean shaven angular face, dark, wavy hair that brushed at his broad shoulders. Where Trey’s eyes were a pale blue that were almost transparent, this man’s eyes were the deep fire of sapphire jewels.

“Who are you?” she asked. “Where’s Trey?”

He took a step into the room and closed the door behind him. Something about the way he did it made Rainna feel like she was being cornered. She slid to the side, tryin

g to move farther away from him. She frantically searched the room and saw there was another door leading to the outside quite near where she stood. Was it locked? At least she had another way out, unlike back at the cabin.

When he gave her a wolfish smile, his white teeth gleamed in the dying light filtering in through the kitchen window.

“There’s no need to be afraid of me, Rainna. I’m Trey’s pack brother.”

“His brother?”

His stare burned straight through her, and she found herself getting lightheaded and unable to move. Her body was responding in an altogether unexpected, sensual way that wasn’t right. This was Trey’s brother, not Trey.

He stepped closer to her. His scent was very similar to Trey’s, and obviously she was having some sort of reaction to it. This was definitely not right, yet she felt hers

elf drawn to him and helpless to deny the earthy attraction. It had to be because of her weakened condition after the attack.

“Yes, you might say that.” He was now close enough to touch her and he did just that, stroking her hair. It was a gentle touch as he petted her and then cupped her cheek. She found herself wanting to lean into that touch, to kiss the palm of his hand, to run her tongue along the callused flesh and to suck his finger into her mouth. Her heartbe

ats grew more rapid. His heady scent wafted over her and her pussy began to leak her juices, almost the same way it did when Trey was nearby. She clenched her thighs together, hoping to stem the reaction of her body to this man. Where was Trey?

He wound his hand in her hair and gently pulled her toward him. She couldn’t seem to resist him. Dropping his head, he inhaled loudly and then let out a satisfied breath.

“Ahhh, it’s been a long time. You wear his smell well.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been this close to a human female. Our female wa

s killed you know. Well, actually she was Carson’s mate, but we all cared for her. She belonged to all of us.”

She didn’t understand his words, wanted to ask questions, but the heat was already beginning to rise. He reached out and unbuttoned the top button on her shirt. And then another one. She held her breath, her body tightening, readying itself. She felt the familiar animal heat shoot through her, claiming every inch, demanding attention, and release, just as it did whenever she was with Trey, needing him to fuck her.

She fought against its control. She wanted Trey, not this man. She knew it in her heart. In her mind.

But her body didn’t seem to care what the rest of her wanted. It was responding to the touch of him. The familiar scent so much like Trey’s. And the smell of his lust.

She swayed toward him as the last button came undone and the shirt was suddenly puddled at her feet. He reached out to tweak her hardened nipple and she gasped at the intense sensation of pleasure-pain that erupted inside her. She felt herself opening, yielding, even against her better judgment.

It was the deep, familiar, rumbling growl coming from the doorway that awakened her from the heated trance-like state. Her gaze broke from his and arrowed toward the

doorway. She screamed and backed away, almost stumbling over her shirt that was tangled around her bare feet. The man reached out to steady her and looked around to see what had upset her.

She was shocked when she heard him laugh when he saw the big black wolf with bared teeth standing in the doorway, its pale blue eyes trained on the man holding her.

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December 14, 2017 1

Natural – Word Drops

Word Drop of the Day – Natural

Being in accordance with or determined by nature; of, relating to, or operating in the physical universe as opposed to the spiritual world; being neither sharps nor flats; one having natural skills, talents, or abilities…

intrinsically, instinctive, primal, essential, fundamental, original, native, raw, artless

Discreet inquiries at the hotel had gotten him no further personal information. If Casper wanted to find out something, he was going to have to get it directly from the man himself. Lando didn’t play poker with the other guys. He didn’t go out after work to any of the bars. He didn’t stay for the holiday parties for more than an extra moment or two. He seemed to be a very private kind of person, with a certain natural charisma that drew people to him, no matter what his position was. His sharing was discreet. Like his wardrobe. But looking at the car Lando drove, Casper knew there were depths yet unexplored. —Love Me Tonight

December 13, 2017 0

Excerpt from Immortal Treasure

Immortal Treasure by Adrianna Dane

Immortality demands a high price…

Khafeelamtek, First Vizier and Caretaker of the Secrets of the King, has been awoken one last time by the sun god, Ra, to perform an important task. His reward for successful completion will be peace in the afterlife–something he has coveted for millennia. But he did not count on becoming so quickly, and deeply, attracted to the lovely Dr. Cassandra Linsey, an Egyptologist and Linguist, who also happens to be the person selected by the gods as the caretaker of the secrets he must share.

Khafeel has five days in which to gain Dr. Linsey’s trust and reveal the existence of the mythical province of Niveka. Complicating things and adding a particularly irritating thorn in his side is the appearance of the beautiful, spoiled Sahrametatiri, twin sister and royal wife to the king, who has been awoken by Bast, to assure that Khafeel succeeds in his mission.

What should have been a simple chore of revealing proof of the existence of Niveka and thereby obtaining immortality for their ancient, doomed city, and achieving the long-sought peace in the afterlife for himself, has culminated in the painful realization that the most rare and precious treasure he has ever known must be abandoned…and there is nothing he could do to change their destinies. Or is there?

An Excerpt from Immortal Treasure (#fantasy, #MF, #eroticromance, #Egyptian gods&goddesses, #contemporary)

Had his mind left his body somewhere over the last centuries? This woman attracted him like no other of his own time. Why that was, he had no idea, except that he’d been without a woman for far too long.

Khafeel reminded himself that he needed to gain her trust. That’s all this was about. To learn more about her and make her comfortable with his presence.

Could he deceive himself that way? He studied her as he handed her the glass of chilled red wine and sat next to her at the table in the darkened corner of the smoky bar. He breathed in her scent, so different from the women of his time. Their scent had been dense and musky, meant to sexually arouse, and hers was clean and simple, reminiscent of sunshine and summer wind.

She didn’t wear the heavy cosmetics that were so popular with the women of his city. Yet, the small sandy freckles that covered her face and arms were very seductive, and he was consumed by the urgent desire to taste each one.

He sipped at his wine. He knew why Zyphir had chosen her. Isadora’s hair had been the color of mulled wine, dense and lush. He was certain the red hair had drawn his attention first. But unlike Isadora, this woman’s hair, though also red, was the color of an autumn sunset, vibrant and fiery, with sparkling energy.

“What is your name?” he asked her. Even though he already knew it. It might make her wary if she thought he had prior information about her.

He caught a movement from the corner of his eye and turned his head to look up at a narrow shelf over the bar. Should he be surprised? He saw the shadow of a feline curled and watching, almond-shaped topaz eyes glittering in the half-light.

What was Sahra doing here? What did she expect to see? Didn’t she have enough to occupy her without spying on him? His gaze locked with hers, silently commanding her to disappear.

Slowly, the speckled cat uncurled, rose to its feet and stretched, then delicately leapt from the platform onto the end of the bar. As Kahfeel watched, it daintily stepped onto a barstool and then leapt to the floor, sauntering through the doorway as though she had every right to be there.

“Did you see that cat? I didn’t know they allowed animals in here.” Kahfeel turned his attention away from the cursed animal.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. It was probably a stray that wandered in through the front door. I’m sure someone will whisk it back outside.”

“Oh, I wasn’t worried, just surprised. It was actually quite a beautiful cat. I’ve never seen one before with that unusual speckled coloring.”

Sahra was unusual all right. And a pest.

Kahfeel leaned forward. “Your name, bright one?”

A blush of delightful color stole into her cheeks. “Cassie. Well, really it’s Cassandra, but everyone calls me Cassie.”

“Cassandra. It is a beautiful name, for a beautiful woman.” He tipped her head so he could look into her eyes. Bright emerald orbs glittered in the light, and reminded him of the lush ferns and palm trees of a desert oasis. “Do you know what I would like to do to you right now, Cassandra?”

She wore no lipstick, yet her bare, rosy lips tempted him to taste her. To him, she needed no enhancements—she was perfect as she was.

“N-no,” she whispered. “What do you want to do?”

This was not how it was supposed to go, but he couldn’t help himself. As he watched, her lips trembled and parted, her tongue darted out to trace a glistening path along her lower lip. It was too much to resist. He lowered his head and claimed her sweet taste, delved with his tongue into her hidden moist depths.

Ah, what sweet, passionate ambrosia.

He pulled her closer to him, felt her soft curves crushed against him as he lingered to sip leisurely at her seductive mouth, tasting succulent woman and fragrant wine.

He felt her hands inch upward along his back. His cock hardened against his leg, thickened with the desire to sink inside her moist, slippery channel. He’d never been so tempted by a woman, but this one was like no other he had known.

When they separated, the look she offered him was heavy with passion and, curse the gods, he knew he must have her.

“You have a room here, Cassandra?”

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Also look for the accompanying story, Jewel of Niveka.

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An Excerpt from No Choice

No Choice – Available December 19th

Back in high school she dated both Mason and Derrick, two best friends, and rather than making a choice between them and taking a chance on destroying their friendship–Ginnie had chosen to leave town.

Now her old Mustang has broken down in front of the garage they own and she’s going to be confronted by a choice she couldn’t make back then. She’s about to be faced with an unexpected revelation–one that could change everything and offer her a chance to snuggle into the very position where she truly yearned to be.

An Excerpt from No Choice

…He stopped on the landing and she almost bumped into his hard abdomen as he turned toward her. She found herself staring directly at his belt, and just beneath that the evidence of a very hard erection bulging against the zipper of his jeans. She remembered the feel of that thick shaft—she remembered it very well.

Only self-control stopped her from licking her lips and reaching up to feel the cock that had given her so much enjoyment in the past. He turned her on now no less than he had seven years ago, and, in fact, it seemed more so, as she had ideas of ripping his clothes off right here on the landing and asking him to fuck her.

She couldn’t do that, of course. She was a mature businesswoman, not a teenager any longer. Back then, the minute he parked the car out at Overlook Cliffs she was all over him like hot chocolate sauce on vanilla ice cream.

“I—uhhhh—can’t wait to see him,” she managed to mumble. He stepped back to allow her room to ascend to the landing beside him. Stepping up, she joined him, her body responding with all the passion of remembered teenage trysts running rampant through her mind—and her body.

They stood there staring at each other for moments that seemed to stretch on and on. “We missed you after you left for college. We thought sure you’d come back, but you never did.” He stroked the side of her face. “You’re just as pretty as you ever were. More so. The years look good on you, Gin. Real good.”

“I-I meant to come back, but things came up. You know how it is when you’re a teenager.” She was stalling, not wanting to tell him the real reason she hadn’t returned.

He lifted her left hand and stared at her bare fingers, then his gaze again rose to hers, questioning. “No rings? We thought for sure you’d be married by now.”

“No. No marriage, no engagement, no steady.” She lifted his hand and smiled. “And you?”

He grinned. “Nope, free as a bird. Mason, too. Guess we never found the right woman. Nobody who could measure up to you.”

He was silent for a long moment as he looked past her, as though seeing into the past. “We were going to come see you at the beginning of your sophomore year in college. But then we thought it might not be a good idea. You’d have come home if you’d wanted to be with us.”

Us. She knew he meant him and Mason. Oh, she’d wanted to see them all right, but they would have wanted something from her she couldn’t give them. They’d have wanted her to make a choice, and she just couldn’t do it. She hadn’t wanted to give up either of them.

Mason was Derek’s best friend, almost a brother—had been since the time they’d entered kindergarten. They were both on the football team. Derek had sable hair with lighter, caramel highlights and Mason had the summer-streaked blond. Mason looked more like he belonged on a surfboard, and Derek—well, he belonged on a windswept mountaintop. They both loved the outdoors and shared a passion for working on old cars. The last time she saw them, they were in their own sophomore year at college, and sharing an apartment. They had always been inseparable so it was no surprise when she heard they’d gone into business together. Mason’s dad had decided to retire and had sold the station to the two of them. She really shouldn’t have been surprised.

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