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Summary: In one dark bloody evening of violence, Lily’s world was destroyed as her parents were murdered by The Foundary and her twin sister Skye disappeared into the depths of the night barely escaping the same fate. Since then, Lily has spent the majority of her youth as a human research subject drugged and hooked to monitoring devices until one fateful night when she is rescued by the Sphinx and brought to Complex 46. Trapped in a coma, the only thing Lily can do is reach out with her unique skills for help and finds the unexpected presence of a mind that is both powerful and intriguing. Once he touches Lily, both mind and body, Hunter and his inner Sphinx are lost to the influence of her grace and beauty. Using everything within his Powers, he will Join with her in the oldest of ceremonies saving both of them and awakening abilities in his Power Mate even the Wraith can’t win against.
Tentatively Lily placed her palms against Hunters chest. Under her fingertips she felt his quick indrawn breath and the rapid pounding of his heart. His muscles even twitched against her as if bolts of energy transferred from her to him. Fascinated with the feel of him she smoothed her hands over his chest and over to his arms sliding over the material of his black shirt until her hands made contact with his skin. He was so incredibly warm and she imagined fine velvet wrapped over hard steel when she smoothed her hands down his forearms. She wondered what the rest of him felt like and had the strongest desire to pull his shirt up and tunnel underneath to feel the hard muscles of his stomach. Not quite ready for that much adventure, she returned her exploration to his chest but couldn’t resist sliding her hands down until his firmly muscled stomach was under her palms but still covered by his shirt.
Hunter moaned and grabbed her wrists. “Careful, Lily. My inner beast is prowling and you’re not ready for that kind of adventure yet.”
Feeling challenged she looked up at him from under her eyelashes. Even though she was exhausted, the feel of him and the sensations coming from Hunter through their connection was making her braver than she would be normally. “How do you know I’m not ready Hunter? I’ve been waiting for someone to make me whole forever. I want to feel more with you. I want you to be even closer to me Hunter.”
The rush of energy which came from Hunter was incredible surrounding both him and her. One moment everything was normal and the next his Life Power exploded from him in shimmering swirls. The energy settled on her making her skin tingle deliciously. She wanted more so pulled at Hunter’s entrapping hands to get closer to him. Obliging her, he let go of her wrists and cupped her face in his slightly shaking hands. Hunter was holding back but Lily didn’t want him to.
Perhaps he felt what she wanted because he leaned down and kissed her. The moment his lips touched hers the world ceased to exist and her entire being was drawn into Hunter. Only the two of them existed. He teased, he tantalized, and he knew just exactly what to do to make her want more. He softly kissed her but within moments the kiss became more demanding. Hunter nipped at her and then ran his tongue along the seam of her lips. She had never been kissed before but knew what he wanted and opened for him. Rewarding her, he delved inside and stroked his talented tongue along hers.
Lily didn’t ever want the kiss to end but Hunter pulled back and inhaled deeply as if trying to get control before he thickly he said, “Great Ancients, Lily. You tempt me, but we need to take this slow. Have mercy on this Warrior. You may be innocent but I do believe you have a temptress in there.”
Secretly she smiled to herself as she leaned against him. Lily was tired of slow and of being denied all the wonderful things she had every intention of experiencing now. She knew Hunter was concerned for her well being and his need to protect her even extended to keeping himself in check. He would never hurt her and she knew this without one ounce of doubt. She was finally complete and totally safe and cherished by someone.
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May the biggest liar win. Or die trying!
Personal trainer for the ever popular, Lose it! reality show, Jillie Maxwell is up for the most important award of her career. And she’s competing against the biggest b-eye-itch she’s ever met. Fortunately for her, she has the sexiest man alive in her corner. Problem is, each and every one of them has a dirty little secret that could tank a career.
For the contestants, the race is on to lose the most weight and win everything. For the staff of the popular weight loss show, the clock is ticking to the culmination of their lies and the possibility of losing it all.
Will the Biggest Poser win? Or will the lies just grow and grow until they sink the whole show? Only one thing is certain. Whatever happens, it’s gonna be an entertaining ride!
4.5 Stars Single Titles: “The Biggest turned out to be an amazing story. Little things keep going wrong in the competition and all evidence seems to point one way but as the story unfolds, the fabric of all the lies starts to come unraveled. Who is The Biggest Poser? Read this delightfully fun, sexy story to find out. You will not be disappointed in The Biggest Poser by Sam Cheever.” Debby Guyette, Single Titles
Brandt moved behind her and placed his hands on the wide stucco-covered railing to either side of her hips. He bent forward and placed a soft kiss on one bare shoulder. “Sounds like fun.”
She shivered as his lips moved across her back and touched the top of the other shoulder. “Yeah. I was almost tempted.”
Brandt made a non-committal sound and moved upward, creating a warm trail of kisses up the back of her neck. She smelled like flowers and sun, her skin warm and delightfully soft. She lowered her head to allow him free access to her neck and throat. He took full advantage, dropping his hands to wrap his arms around her middle, pulling her into his aching shaft. She sighed as he tasted the sensitive skin beneath her ear and pressed closer. “I need you so badly, Jillie. It’s all I can think about.”
She stiffened slightly, not responding, and panic slid through him. She’d told him they couldn’t be together. What if she rejected him?
He straightened slowly and stepped away from her. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”
She stood too and turned to face him. “Did you mean it?”
“I would never lie to you.” Even as he said the words he cringed inside. He had been lying to her, and he intended to keep doing it.
Her dark gaze searched his face for a moment, and then she stepped closer, reaching toward his face with one hand. Her other hand rested on his hip. The contact burned like a brand.
She slid a finger over his lips and he kissed it, resisting the urge to slip it into his mouth. He wanted to go as slow as she needed to go. He wouldn’t rush her.
Even if it killed him.
The clutch of his jeans on his swollen shaft made dying a real possibility.
“I dream about you at night.” She spoke breathlessly, in a near whisper.
He forced himself not to respond, letting her take the lead.
She took another step, stopping as her bare toes bumped up against his in his flip-flops. The contact almost sizzled in the cool night air.
“I know I said we couldn’t be together…”
He shook his head. “If you aren’t comfortable with this…”
She stopped him with the touch of a delicate fingertip. “I want this. I do.” She lifted onto her toes and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I really do.” She parted her lips slightly and gave him another whisper soft kiss. As she broke the kiss, she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled it gently. “I know it’s a mistake, but it’s one I want to make.”
“It’s not as big a mistake as letting the world keep us apart,” Brandt whispered. He settled his hands onto her hips and pulled her into his body. He bent to capture her upturned lips in a heated kiss, and then groaned when he couldn’t get close enough to her or deepen the kiss the way he wanted to. His arms slipped around her waist and he dragged her up his long body, enjoying the soft friction between them as he gathered her into his arms to kiss her properly.
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Recipes are a way of life for Gwen Jones. Take one single mother, her infant daughter and a business plan for a small town bakery. Combine with an eventful cross-country flight, chance encounter with her college crush and a dash of motion sickness. Stir in a few nuts, or family members, and large quantities of chocolate. Will this recipe be an oven oops, or as delicious as her alma matter’s newest coach?
Having survived an attack in Afghanistan that cost him a leg and a wife, Kyle Collins developed a strategy to find meaning in life. He may be an assistant basketball coach but he refuses to sit on the sidelines. When the runs into the woman whose lips are as unforgettable as her brownies, Kyle decides to spice up Gwen’s recipes.
When a secret ingredient is thrown into the mix, can their recipe for a happily-ever-after rise to the occasion, or will it end up a hot mess?
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There’s a long silence, broken by raised voices and the thud of feet stamping. Daniel rushes in, taking a seat to look me right in the eyes.
“I’m late, it wasn’t my fault. Raf.” He’s flushed from the run in… or something else.
I check my watch. “You have like five minutes to spare.”
He looks a little relieved. “You write Jesse, but you’re nothing like him. To him I’m late if I’m not fifteen minutes early.”
“Well early is better…” I laugh.
He narrows his eyes with a glare. “I knew it.”
I flash him a smile.
“Younger than you.” He grins.
I growl. “Barely!”
Daniel looks at me blank.
“Do you not understand the question, Daniel?”
“No I do. I’m just trying to work out if I should give you mine or Rafael’s address. I’m there a lot.”
Do you like your job?
“Yeah, I really do. It’s led me to some amazing things.”
“Some?” I raise a brow.
“Two, Jesse and Rafael. And I hope there will be more to come.”
“Isn’t that obvious? You wrote my boyfriend, Gray. Thank you for the tattoos by the way.” Daniel’s cheeks go a deeper shade of red.
“Rafael is bi, how do you feel about that? Some gay guys avoid bi guys.” I counter.
“It’s never bothered me. I think the guys that avoid bi guys promote the belief that bi isn’t real. I know he’s attracted to me.” He gets a half smile.
Can you set the scene for Legally Bound, in your own words?
“I am a public defender by day, with my parter Jesse. One Monday morning I walked into court and saw the guy I had slept with the night before staring back at me from the wrong side of the law. The rest is in the book.”
What size shoe are you?
‘That’s a strange question. Eleven, why?”
I just laugh. “The readers want to know.”
If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
Daniel sits up straight. “I have trust issues. I’m working on it.” He looks down at his hands.
“That’s a big thing for a submissive, no?” I ask.
He blows out a breath. “I trust him, but I’ve always had a reserve I have to work through.”
Tell us about something that annoys you?
“Is this been recorded? He scans the room between you and I “Jesse. I love the guy to death, but…” He trails off when I smirk.
“Not like that, as a friend. His OCD is out of control. He has graph paper with him all the time and if you go outside the lines he goes mad. Everything he wears matches perfectly, and he dresses me! He hates it when I pick labels off bottles, apparently it’s annoying. And he has women and men falling over him.”
My eyebrows shoot up.
“No, I’m not jealous. I have Rafael, what else could I possibly want?” He chuckles. “I would love to steal some of his charisma.”
So you’d change him?
Daniel’s whole body shakes, as he laughs. “Not a fucking chance. That’s friendship, plus, he knows too much.”
We both look up as Jesse enters.
“Whatever he said, forget it, Gray. He didn’t have his lawyer present.”
Daniel clears his throat muttering. “Do you think he heard?”
I shrug trying not to laugh.
I hold a piece of paper in the air. On it is the name of the next person to be interrogated.
“Who wants this?” I let go and let it drop. It’s snatched up quick and they start to argue.
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“You will never understand what it means to be fat.” With those words, grad student Robbie Smith begins the Fat-Like-Me project. In order to support her thesis, she puts on a fat suit to measure people’s reactions to the new her.
Accused of embezzling funds, Professor Jake Proctor returns home to spend quality time with the only father he has ever known. There, he meets an intriguing overweight woman who reminds him of his late grandmother. She’s witty, charming, and cares deeply for those around her, including his dying grandfather.
When Robbie meets Jake while she’s in disguise, she deceives him for all the right reasons. But how long can she maintain the deception before Jake discovers that she is not who he believes her to be?
Woman of Substance by Annette Bower is an intriguing romance that puts the spotlight on prejudices faced daily by people who are overweight in today’s society. When slender graduate student Robbie Smith dons a fat suit to gauge reactions for her thesis, she ends up falling for a professor, Jake Proctor, who in turn is attracted to her in disguise, reminding him of his late grandmother. Will Robbie’s deception cost her a chance at real love? Or will the point she was trying to make be enough to give her the happily thereafter of romance? The book reminds me a lot of recent television movies, “To Be Fat Like Me” and “The Pregnancy Project.” Recommended for romance readers and anyone who wonders what it might be like to walk in someone else’s shoes. –R. Barri Flowers, Bestselling Author
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The first book in my new Prymal series debuted on August 7, 2014. What is Prymal?
The primal call of Mate Claim sparks battle among the three species of shifters—Wylfen, Feral, and Rogue—and has for generations. These violent feuds incite hunts by humankind, driving shifters near extinction.
To protect their people the aristocratic Wylfen ban the practice of Mate Claim. The Senior Council now decides all mate alliances to protect their pure blood and promote the politically premier families.
Feral and Rogue shifters still practice the primitive ritual. The Feral shifters are half-breed humans, while the Rogue shifters share two sets of animal DNA, big cat and wolf, as well as human.
Both are considered the basest of beasts in the eyes of the Wylfen. Secret schemes to eradicate the Feral and Rogue are put into motion backed by Wylfen wealth and power. Their success leaves less than a hundred Feral and Rogue shifters on the planet.
When a Rogue alpha claims a Wylfen female, the mated pair forms a coalition with a Feral male. An alliance is created: Prymal, a new species and pack born of Rogue, Wylfen, and Feral, fracturing all established traditions.
And war begins…
Is there a future for an aristocratic Wylfen female exiled for mating with a half-breed Rogue Wolf?
Tania, a Wylfen aristocrat, hooks up with a stranger right before her twin’s graduation from military college. Not hours later, the bottom drops out of her world when she’s introduced to Axe, her twin’s new SEAL commander. Then she discovers he’s a Feral Wolf, the arch enemy of her people. Wylfen laws prohibit her from mating with a half-breed. If anyone finds out she’s mated with Axe, exile is the least she has to fear…
The room phone buzzed. Tania reached over and retrieved the headset. “Hello.”
“Morning sweetie. How’d you sleep?”
“Fine, Mom. What’s up?” Tania plumped a pillow and scooted back against the headboard.
“Change of plans. The graduation ceremony’s location’s been moved because of the dicey weather. They’re going to hold it indoors at the basketball stadium instead of on the commons. Dad and your other brothers have some sort of business crisis to handle, and your aunt’s invited me to her local children’s council meeting. I know we’d planned to do the consignment store tour today, but—”
“No probs, Mom. Are we all going to meet at the stadium then?” Tania crossed her fingers. She loved her family, but three days of constant company had left her yearning for alone time.
She didn’t need to flick into her wolf to hear the relieved sigh her mother blew out. “Do you mind getting there on your own? It’s going to be near impossible to organize it so we all travel in one vehicle. Dad and your brothers are going to be downtown, I’m going to be with your aunt, and well, what are you going to do all day long?”
Tania re pressed a wide smirk. She had a no hookup policy, but enough was enough. “Mom, I’m twenty-five. I think I can manage.
What time are we meeting and where?”
“Lobby of the stadium at six. Don’t forget we’re attending the cocktail reception preceding the ceremony and then there’s the formal dinner and dance.”
“I know, I know. And yes, I will dance when asked.” She had two left feet and no sense of rhythm unlike most females of her kind. But, tonight wasn’t about her. It was about her twin’s graduation from the private military college he’d attended the last four years. “Hard to believe Jazshuka’s graduating already. He’s the last of us. You’ve no more babies, mom.”
“All of you will always be my babies, Tania Dozene Alexandria Prakov. But, I know what you mean. It seems like yesterday that all of you were toddling around and learning to track and hunt. I promised myself and Jazshuka that there’d be no tears today. So, enough of this. Are you okay for money?”
Tania glared at a blue freckle on the ceiling tile. “I’ve been working for a living for over two years, mom. I think I can manage. Have fun and give my love to Aunt Dozene. I’ll see you at seven.”
“I will. Bye. Love you.”
“Love you too, mom.” Tania hung up.
How to wither a raging libido? Talk to your mother for more than three seconds. Not that it would take long for desire to resurge with a hitherto overwhelming vehemence.
Hit the gym.
That ought to drive the lust out of her. And if that didn’t work, she’d shower and dress, and check out the human stud talent in the hotel bar.
Not ten minutes later, dressed in sweats, a baggy T, and running shoes, Tania swiped her keycard over the electronic lock to the hotel’s version of a real gym, and stepped into the warm, humid room. The small, dimly lit chamber held only one other occupant who had his back to her.
A damned magnificent back too, sheathed in thin armless black cotton. He had the treadmill cranked up to max incline and speed and ran at a blurry roadrunner pace.
She blinked and halted in the midst of grabbing a towel from a stack on a shelf.
No human ran at that speed.
Tania sniffed and stilled.
Male pheromones thick, heavy, overpowering, and crushing swamped her nostrils. She didn’t detect the distinctive odor of a Wylfen male. No human to date had ever smelled so mouth-watering. She could get high on this man’s incredible, unique aroma.
Sexual avarice froze her in place, and she couldn’t yank her focus from the play of powerful, sinewy thighs stretching and flexing as the heavily muscled man pounded the mat.
Her heart hammered with such force the pulse in her throat drummed, and her blood thundered through her veins making it impossible to think far less hear. She bit her tongue and tasted blood.
Though she hadn’t made any noise, the man suddenly seemed aware of her presence. He tensed all over. Skin, the color of deep walnut, stretched tight over a thick, defenseman’s neck. She had the insane urge to bite the mouthwatering fuzz napping his damp hair.
Their gazes collided in the mirrored wall opposite the exercise equipment. Eyes the color of rich pewter stared unblinking directly at her. She shuddered under his intent and piercing scrutiny. The man stabbed STOP on the treadmill’s controls. Immediately the room went silent.
Still trapping her stare in the mirror, he swiped his cheek with a towel, and said in a deep rich voice that had her thinking of Sean Connery and Pierce Bronson all rolled into one, “It’s all yours.”
Flustered, Tania licked her lips.
He honed in on her tongue, the heat in his look so intense, hot molten lava replaced the blood in her veins.
She felt little-girl first-crush swarms in her belly and her blasted mind refused to get words to her mouth.
When he hopped off the machine and loped in her direction, she held her breath. He moved with animal grace, and his long legged stride ate up the distance between them. The damp tank he wore clung to a massive, rock-hard chest.
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Bree never thought her dimwit act, military grade mace, cattle prod, or dumping a ton of stinky manure on Jaylan’s head would encourage his pursuit. Who knew a Coletti warlord would think of being zapped with a cattle prod as foreplay? Or a determined opponent only heightened his enjoyment of the chase?
The chase comes to an abrupt halt when the Tai-Kok attack Tucson, forcing Bree to team up with the Coletti warlord to stop them. Suddenly plucked from Earth by a crazed Tai-Kok commander, Jaylan and Bree find themselves stranded on a hostile alien world, and being tracked by a deadly Askole assassin. It’s really no time for the two of them to fall in love.
Dead Man’s Gulch, a piece of the Wild, Wild West plunked down in the middle of the Arizona desert. Off the beaten path, its isolation made it the perfect headquarters for our resistance movement. Underground bunkers had been added when the Tai-Kok and Rodan began raiding our world.
My tiny office was located in the jail. I loved the atmosphere. The walls were covered with old wanted posters. A leather duster and gun belt complete with a functional 1873 Colt Peacemaker hung on the antique coatrack.
I polished the gold badge pinned to my fringed leather shirt. Officially, I was Dead Man’s Gulch’s marshal, and when the need arose, I was authorized to make arrests.
With my long black hair and copper-colored skin, most people thought I was Native American, not Coletti. Which worked out perfectly when the theme park was still open. I could either become Calamity Jane, the great American sharpshooter and sheriff, or an Indian princess.
My latest bust had been a transient who thought an abandoned ghost town would be the perfect place to set up housekeeping. The buildings might look empty, but they’re not. Two hundred soldiers usually live below ground in the bunkers. Pops had taken all but the command staff to raid a holding center in Texas.
Through the dusty front window, I watched a coyote amble down the dirt street. With a sigh, I surveyed my cluttered desk. Paperwork was the bane of my existence. As Pops’s second in command I was responsible for strategy, equipping our troops, and getting new identities for the rescued women.
Central Command had a stranglehold on weapons, and we were forced to buy from Mexican gunrunners. Not an exercise for the faint of heart. The thugs thought a woman would be an easy mark, until I taught them otherwise.
To make things really interesting, the Overlord had sent his best hunter, Jaylan, to Earth to track down and eliminate all members of Earth First. He had already destroyed our bases in Nevada and Oregon. Pops was beyond pissed.
A thousand fireflies sparked in my brain as my internal radar went on red alert. I almost inhaled my gum when an enormous Coletti warrior abruptly teleported into my office.
His fangs bared in a feral snarl, he demanded, “Where are they?”
Holy hell, it was Jaylan! This was so not good. I quickly stomped on the silent alarm hidden beneath my desk, and assumed my mother’s ditzy demeanor. “We’re an Old West theme park, and while your costume is very authentic, we’re looking for gunslingers, not Jedi knights or Coletti invaders.”
Jaylan cocked a disbelieving eyebrow and leveled the barrel of his laser pistol at my chest. “Put your hands up.”
“No sense in getting all cranky. We aren’t hiring right now, and even if we were, you’d have to lose those fangs.”
The warlord leaned across the desk, literally oozing menace. “Do you wish to die?”
“Boy, someone sure got up on the wrong side of the bed. With that stinky attitude, no one is going to hire you, but seeing how you drove all the way out here, I’ll give you an application form.” I reached into my top desk drawer and froze when Jaylan jammed his laser pistol against my forehead.
“Do not move.”
I popped my gum loudly. “Okeydoke.”
“Put your hands up,” Jaylan commanded again.
Blowing a huge purple bubble, I slowly raised my hands and tried not to laugh when he grabbed the trash can and ordered, “Spit it out.”
I spat. My wad missed the trash can and hit his spiffy boot instead. “Ooops.”
“Ooops?” Jaylan’s eyes burned with the promise of retaliation.
“Sorry. My aim was off a bit. Let me get that for you,” I added in my best dumb-as-a-rock voice and smeared the offending glob over his boot. “Sticky little bugger.”
“Leave it!” he bellowed.
“You sure?” I swiped my finger upward, spreading the gooey mess onto his pants. “I’ve got some fingernail polish that will clean it right off.”
“Enough! Do you take me for a fool?”
I burst into tears, sobbing as if my heart had been broken. “I was… I was…just trying to help.”
“Stop your sniveling.”
Grabbing a bunch of tissues off my desk, I noisily blew my nose and offered timidly, “Can I get you some coffee?”
“No.” The warlord studied me suspiciously for a long moment, then turned his attention to searching my desk.
My gaze roamed over Jaylan’s chiseled features and strong jaw. Damn, he was one hot dude, if you were into the whole merciless-predator thing. His black battle suit displayed an amazing amount of muscles, and he wore a large bronze communication bracelet on each arm. A bronze chain was woven into his ebony warrior braids. Two daggers protruded from his knee-high armored boots, and he even had a wicked-looking sword hanging from his weapons belt.
I added a quiver to my voice. “Is this a robbery? Because, buddy, you picked the wrong place to rob. There’s no money here.”
Jaylan yanked me from my chair. “Tell me where your commander is, and I will be merciful.”
“‘Merciful?’ What kind of dialogue is that? You sound like someone out of a bad action movie.”
A growl rumbled in Jaylan’s throat. Grabbing a handful of my shirt, he picked me up with his left hand. “Where is your commander?”
I glanced down in surprise. My toes dangled inches from the floor. I was six feet tall, and this guy had lifted me effortlessly. “Commander? Oh, you mean my boss?”
“Yes,” Jaylan snapped, giving me a hard shake.
“He’s not here.”
He shook me again. “Where is he?”
“I don’t know. I’m just the part-time secretary. I come in twice a week to do the paperwork.”
Animosity glittered in Jaylan’s amber eyes. “You cannot be this stupid.”
I narrowed my amber eyes and huffed, “Excuse me?”
“We tracked the females here. You will take me to them.”
“If you’re looking for the whorehouse, it’s another twenty miles down the road.” I tugged at his hand. “Could you put me down? You’re wrinkling my shirt.”
Jaylan dropped me in the chair and commanded, “Do not move.”
“Who died and made you boss?”
He pushed his laser pistol against my nose. “This makes me the boss.”
Crossing my eyes, I stared at it. “How do I know it’s real?”
Jaylan’s expression was one of total exasperation. He moved his laser pistol three inches to the right and obliterated my filing cabinet.
“Oh. My. God. You’re gonna get me fired!” I shrieked in dismay.
“If you do not cooperate, you are going to wish you were dead.”
“You know, nine dollars an hour is not worth this shit. I quit.” Picking up my backpack, I headed for the door and ran into a rock hard chest.
“You are not going anywhere.”
I yanked out a canister of super-duper military-grade mace from my backpack and sprayed him in the face. “Wanna bet?”
Yowling in fury, Jaylan staggered back, rubbing at his eyes. “You will regret this, female.”
My eyes watering badly, I growled, “The name is Bree. Not female, and you’re a bully. I hate bullies.” I grabbed the cattle prod we used on our Brahma bulls off the desk. I shoved it into his neck and lit him up.
With a grunt of pain, he dropped to his knees. Barely ten seconds later, I felt Jaylan’s mind bounce off my rather awesome mental shields.
Damn, he was a tough one. “Surprise, I’m a Siren. The first line of defense against alien monsters like you. You know, one of those women whose psychic abilities make us prime breeding stock? The ones you assholes turn into broodmares.”
Jaylan’s mental voice was mesmerizing, compelling. “Drop your shields.”
“Oh, give it a rest. Mind control doesn’t work on me.” I zapped him again and again and again until he lay quivering on the floor. Bullies brought out my mean streak.
Jaylan’s amber eyes locked on me. A cold rush of fear tightened my stomach at the terrible fury burning there. How was he still conscious?
“There is no place you can run that I cannot find you.”
“I beg to differ.” I picked up his laser pistol, switched it over to stun, and blasted him. Crackling red energy danced over Jaylan.
“I. Will. Find you,” Jaylan snarled between clenched teeth; his body convulsed violently.
Wow. Color me impressed. The dude didn’t go down easy. Just to aggravate him a bit, I leaned over him and patted his cheek. “It’s been fun playing with you, numb nuts.”
A low growl broke from him.
My cell phone beeped. I scooped it off the desk. “Hello.”
My father roared, “Are you fucking nuts?”
Damn, he must be monitoring the security feeds. “Hey, Pops.”
“That Coletti will never stop until he captures or kills you.”
“That Coletti is Jaylan. You know, the Overlord’s big, scary hunter, and I just defeated him.”
Horror filled Pops’s voice. “Good God, what have you done?”
“Captured a bad guy.” Something none of our soldiers had ever accomplished. Where was my pat on the back?
“Kill him,” Pops commanded.
“What?” Was he nuts? I couldn’t shoot Jaylan in cold blood. A zillion fireflies danced in my head as my radar went to DEFCON 1. Fuck. Jaylan had summoned reinforcements. “Gotta go. Company’s coming.”
Pops snapped, “If you let him live, you will regret it.”
Spasms still rocked Jaylan’s body, and I smiled confidently. “The warlord has been neutralized.” Lowering my shields, I used my Siren abilities to scan the area. A bunch of Colettis were approaching on foot. I was definitely outgunned.
Jaylan’s voice was an ominous whisper. “Neutralized?” He darted psychically across my lowered shields and tried to pin me down mentally.
With a gasp of pain, I instinctively struck back, punching the hell out of the bastard’s mind.
The warlord blocked my blows and hammered my inner shields.
“The only brains getting scrambled are yours.” I stunned the warlord again with the cattle prod and kicked him out of my head. A shuddering breath escaped me. That’ll teach me to get cocky. “Bye-bye.”
A hand clamped painfully around my right ankle and yanked me off my feet. “Not. Leaving,” Jaylan rasped.
I knew warlords were a relentless bunch, but enough was enough. I drew my left foot back and kicked him in the face with my steel-toed boot.
He smiled at me.
Holy Mary, Mother of God. His smile was the most terrifying thing I’d ever seen.
Pops’s voice sounded from the cell phone. “The self-destruct sequence has started. Quit playing with the Coletti.”
“Yes, sir.” I pulled the knife from my boot and waved it at Jaylan. “Let go, or I will use this.”
His grip tightened.
“Not too bright, are you, buddy?” I stabbed the jerk in the hand and yanked my foot free.
“Mine,” Jaylan rumbled, stark possessiveness in his eyes.
“Never gonna happen. If I were you, I’d start crawling. You’ve got about ten minutes before this place goes boom.” I typed a command into my computer, and a door opened in the wall. Picking up my backpack, I smiled sweetly at him. “See you around, numb nuts.”
As the door slid shut behind me, the warlord’s horrific battle cry echoed off the walls.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. If he ever caught me, I’d be in big trouble.
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Will Ashford lives in two closets. He meets his wealthy father’s goals as both the quarterback for the famous SCU football team and a business major, but secretly he attends art school and longs to live as a painter. And he’s gay. But if he can win the coveted Milton Scholarship for art, he’ll be able to break from his father at the end of his senior year.
In a painting master class, Will meets his divergent opposite, Noah Zajack. A scarred orphan who’s slept on park benches and eaten from trash cans, Noah carefully plans his life and multiple jobs so he has money and time to go to art school. Will’s problems seem like nothing compared to Noah’s. Noah wants the scholarship too and may have a way to get it since the teacher of his class has designs on him, a plan Will isn’t happy about.
When a gossipmonger with a popular YouTube channel finds evidence that Will is gay, the quarterback’s closet doors begin to crumble. Hounded by the press and harassed by other players, Will has to choose. Stay in the closet and keep his family’s wealth, or let the doors fall off and walk out with nothing. Nothing but Noah.
Will’s eyes moved past the teacher. Lots of easels, students already working, supplies all over the place and—holy shit.
The artist’s model sat naked on a small platform in the middle of the room. But not just no-clothes-on naked. We were talking gleaming, pale beige skin, shining hair, and hard-as-stone butt-cheeks naked.
Will’s deprived cock did a happy dance.
The model’s back—read, bare ass—faced Will while his graceful spine curved away.
The beast in Will’s pants started to grow.
The guy’s long brown hair flowed over his shoulders and outlined his profile, perfectly presented to Will’s artist eye. High-bridged nose, prominent cheekbones, pointed chin.
The damned traitor prick pushed so hard against Will’s zipper he probably had teeth marks on his cockhead. Why was it every time he decided to go straight, some cosmic joker had to twiddle his fucking finger and prove beyond a shadow that William Elliott Ashford III was as gay as a circus tent? Shit!
“Are you in this class?”
Will focused his eyes back on Masterson and clasped his hands in front of his crotch, still holding his tackle box. “Yes, sir. Sorry I’m late. Traffic.”
Masterson glanced at Will’s folded hands and sucked on his cheek like he was trying not to laugh. “Name?”
Will shifted to get the animal to go back in its cave, but no matter how hard Masterson stared at Will, the model still sat there in all his fucking glory. “Will Smith, sir.”
Masterson glanced at a paper on his desk, made a check mark, and pointed toward an empty easel with a folding table beside it and a rickety chair. “There’s a place in the back, William.”
The man smiled and the lean, almost harsh face softened. “Will. Made any good movies lately?”
Oh my, so very original. Will smiled. “Yeah.”
Masterson waved his hand toward the easel and looked at the model. “You can move, Noah.”
Will walked back to the empty place. Do not stare at that guy. Don’t stare. His name is Noah. Noah.
Weird. Usually life models were “interesting” looking, for lack of a better word. Fat or craggy, old, and character-filled. Not perfect, smooth beauties like this guy.
Will set his tackle box on the floor, opened it, and pulled out brushes. Masterson walked up beside him with a canvas. “This is gessoed already so you won’t have to waste any time.”
Will set it on the easel. “Thanks.”
Masterson crossed his arms. “I’ve seen the work you submitted when you applied for the master class. Promising.”
Wow. Music to his ears. “Thank you, sir.”
Masterson grinned. Who knew dimples could live in cheeks that thin? “Try Dwight so I don’t feel so old.”
Will smiled. “Thanks, Dwight. I wouldn’t want to suggest something that’s not true.”
The instructor winked at him and walked back to the beat-up desk in the corner. Winked. Will had read that Masterson was gay. Had the teacher just been flirting with him? Or shit, maybe he’d been coming on to Masterson. When you spent your life in the closet, every interaction was a fucking minefield.
Will sat in the chair and looked up at the model. His breath caught. No way. The beautiful guy had repositioned himself and now sat facing Will, his legs crossed, leaning forward with his arm resting on his thigh. Everything shimmery and perfect—if you didn’t count the six-inch scar that ran from the right corner of his mouth up to the edge of his very blue eye. It skipped the eye miraculously and continued above it on his forehead, disappearing into his hair. The puckered skin pulled that eye closed a slight bit more than the other. Funny. Without it, the kid would have looked almost too angelic. As it was, the eye gave him a permanent touch of cynicism. Yeah, anybody who’d picked up that badge of courage in his life deserved to be a cynic.
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Skye has led a life completely separated from others because of her telepathic
skills. One bright light in her life are the images of a dream man who invades
her waking thoughts and dreams. Little does she know she is about to run head
long into him. Ethan must bring Skye back to the Complex where he is torn
between his family’s need of her special talents, his desire to keep her safe,
and his own craving to make her his Power Mate.
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This excerpt is from Leigh Court’s FEAR OF FLYING – part of the SEDUCTION – ONE FORTUNE AT A TIME anthology
Book publicist Jessie Jordan is deathly afraid of flying, which prompts travel writer Regan Quade to come up with a highly imaginative (and intimate!) way to calm her anxiety. Thrown together on a two-week book tour, the result just might be a bestseller!
Regan insisted on walking Jessie to her hotel room door. When they arrived, she pulled her key card out of her pocket and turned to him. “Thank you for dinner. And don’t forget, our first interview tomorrow is—”
She never finished the sentence. Regan’s lips came down to meet hers in a crushing kiss that stole the words from her mouth and shocked Jessie to her toes.
Her eyebrows reached her hairline. What the hell was he doing?
Regan’s lips eased back slightly and the pressure of his mouth suddenly changed. His lips became soft but hotly insistent, working on her mouth in the most interesting way. Pressing, releasing, sliding, coaxing. Jessie’s brain frantically tried to catch up with what was going on.
Dear God, Regan Quade is kissing me!
Obviously taking her stunned paralysis as acceptance, his tongue urged her lips to open for him. And damn it, Jessie’s did. Their tongues met, tangled, twined. Her mouth was on fire from the heat of his velvety stroking. A low moan escaped from Regan’s throat and he pressed her back against the hotel room door, easing his thigh between her legs.
Jessie inhaled sharply, but her body seemed to know exactly how it wanted to respond. Her nipples hardened. The pressure of Regan’s muscular thigh against her groin made her legs go weak and her body crave his in the most elemental way.
He broke away from her lips to trail a path of rough kisses down the side of her throat. “You smell delicious. What are you wearing?”
Jessie couldn’t think straight, not with his hot lips searing her skin like this. “Um… oatmeal and almond soap?”
The low, sexy rumble of his laughter against her sensitive neck make Jessie’s nipples ache for his touch.
“Mmm. Good enough to eat. Open the door, Jessie.”
What? Dear God. If Jessie opened her hotel room door, she knew how this would end.
Her brain finally kicked into gear. Where was Regan’s sudden sexual interest coming from, anyway? He’d given no hint of being physically attracted to her before this. Heck, on the flight from New York she’d been convinced he hated her for her stupid fear of flying.
But this was far from hate. This move of Regan’s was coming from a place Jessie didn’t quite understand. But she had their professional relationship to consider. He was a travel writer, and she was his book publicist. Did she dare cross the line and make things personal between them? What about Regan’s girlfriend, Dee Dee Lumiere?
What to do? What to do?
Regan’s hands reached around to grasp Jessie’s ass, urging her groin to slide up and down against his hard thigh, causing Jessie to gasp out loud. The sexual stimulation was almost more than she could take. Instinctively, she bucked her hips against him for more contact.
Regan’s ragged breaths sounded like they were being ripped from his throat, and were scorching the sensitive hollow of Jessie’s collarbone. “I’m going to take you right here in the hallway unless you open your door, Jessie.”
Sex with Regan Quade. It’s what Jessie had been fantasizing about just three days ago. Here was her chance to find out if the reality would be as good.
His clever tongue was working its way back up the side of her neck. His hard thigh was rocking between her legs, driving her insane.
Oh, yes, this would definitely be as good. Hell, it was already better.
She heard the plea in his tone, and she almost gave in. Almost. But there were too many reasons against it.
Regan stopped instantly. Jessie held her breath.
“No, Regan. I can’t. Listen… we can’t.”
Regan still didn’t move. His lips were hovering along the side of her neck, his thigh still pressed between her legs. It was a moment suspended in time, when Jessie honestly didn’t know what was going to happen.
Then, without a word or so much as a glance at her, Regan broke away, turned his back and began to stride down the hallway.
“Tomorrow morning’s television show airs at six,” she called after him. “We’ll meet in the lobby at 5:15.”
All she heard in response was his frustrated growl as he walked away.