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The Sirens of Sensual Romances |
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Sensual Romances Newsletter June 15, 2005 |
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Lani Aames Dominique Adair/JC Wilder Elisa Adams Bella Andre Rachel Bo Jennifer Dunne Treva Harte Beverly Havlir Katherine Kingston Titania Ladley Cassie Walder Samantha Winston |
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Your darkest desires and deepest dreams are brought to life by the pens of twelve talented authors of erotic fiction. Join them for an exploration of their garden of delights as each month a different author delves into the heart of her fantasies. Together, we cover a number of genres from historical to futuristic, from scary horror to action/adventure, from erotically sensual to pass-the-fire-extinguisher-HOT! As a group, we have written more than 100 novels. Our newsletter is released on the 15th of each month. We'll always
have interesting articles, excerpts, and featured author interviews,
as well as recipes, reviews, and answers to any of your questions
about our books and your favorite characters. Each month we'll have
a contest with lots of good things to give away to our newsletter
subscribers. May Contest Winner Congratulations to sapphire687@yahoo.com, the winner of last month's contest. June Contest This month, Siren Titania Ladley is giving away a lighthouse-themed candle holder/candle and a promo pack. |
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Dominique
Adair/JC Wilder Southern
Submissive: HOLLY By Dominique Adair ISBN: 4199-0239-3 A submissive betrayed… Holly has seen the darker side of the bondage lifestyle and her experience has left her scarred, both physically and emotionally. Reluctant to venture back to the world of sensual excess that calls to her, she's forced to make a choice between facing her fears and saving her livelihood, or losing her heritage and possibly her soul. A master on a mission… Ethan has been in love with Holly from the moment they met at a bondage scene in the French Quarter. Disturbed by her bad experiences, he hatches a plan to bring the woman of his dreams into his bed in the hopes that ultimately she will invite him into her heart. One weekend… A one-shot deal. Three days where Ethan will use every erotic tool in his considerable arsenal to win Holly over. But the weekend is a taste, an addictive sample of what could be, and for a man with forever in his sights, it’s only the beginning. Note: Holly contains one scene of non-consensual bondage that some readers may find disturbing.
Elisa
Adams Elisa's erotic romantic comedy, DIRTY PICTURES, is now available in print. Buy it from Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1419951858/qid=1118759771/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl14/103-1267080-1267017?v=glance&s=books&n=507846 Or look for it at your local Waldenbooks or Borders store. DARK PROMISES: TARNISHED will be available soon from Ellora's Cave. Book details will be posted soon to Elisa's blog: www.elisaadams.blogspot.com.
Rachel
Bo Book 2 in the GUARDIANS series is finally here! GUARDIANS 2: BIRTH OF RIVALRY by Rachel Bo. Coming on JUNE 16th to www.changelingpress.com! Bad girls don't always start out that way, but when vampires, Guardians, and even the Devil want their due, what's a good girl to do? In the beginning… there were Choices. Thirteenth century Italy. One woman. Two men -- light and dark, love and lust. Her choice will lead to violence and bloodshed. And more choices -- Immortality, or Death. For one man, the choice to become something else, something more -- a Guardian, Protector to his people. Trapped in stone by day, knowing freedom only by night, but with that freedom, responsibility, for he is both protector and punisher to the mortals who are his to watch over. For the forbidden lover, a curse. The price of his immortality is to become something else -- something bigger, stronger, more deadly -- something less than human. Choices made in the heat of passion condemn both men to a bitter rivalry that will span the centuries -- and may destroy them all. Don't miss the story of how it all began!
Jennifer
Dunne Jennifer
Dunne's fantasy romance, Not Quite Camelot, book 1 of the
World Gates series, has been released from Cerridwen Press (www.cerridwenpress.com),
the new imprint of Ellora's Cave. Treva
Harte Check
out my very recent print book release, Why Me?, a
paranormal romantic suspense erotic romance about a telepath who
is out to save the world with the help of his slightly ditzy housecleaner. Beverly
Havlir Beverly is pleased to announce the sale of a new book to CHANGELING PRESS. Bandar: Contract to Pleasure is a futuristic story due out this year. Here is a sneak peek: Strong-willed, feisty Secret Service agent Tamara Conway needs a man in her life. So far, each one she meets comes up short of her expectations and leaves her disappointed. Until the night she meets a seven foot tall, muscular warrior who just wouldn't take no for an answer. Kendrick wants Tamara the moment he set eyes on her and boldly invites her to spend the night with him. His audacity sets her teeth on edge. Denying the attraction she feels for the handsome stranger, Tamara rebuffs his sexy invitation and escapes at the first opportunity. Their paths cross again when Tamara travels to Bandar with her father in a desperate bid to avert a catastrophic war. She is stunned to discover that warrior prince Kendrick and the man who offered her a night of pleasure were one and the same. He agrees to help Earth Federation on one condition: Tamara will become his. With
the future of the Federation and millions of lives at stake, Tamara
barters her body in exchange for an alliance with the powerful kingdom
of Bandar. Kendrick is in for a surprise. If His Royal Highness
thinks she will bow to his every wish, he had another think coming….
A WANTON'S THIEF by Titania Ladley has just been released at Ellora's Cave! An historical menage featuring Robin Hood like you've never seen him before! Available now at the following link: http://www.ellorascave.com/AuthorsBooks.asp?AuthorCode=TL RISQUE, an ultra-sensual novella in Echelon Press' Men of Entice line will release on Wednesday, June 15! Click on over and check out the HOT cover! Available at Echelon Press' Web Store at the following link: http://echelonpress.netfirms.com/Echelon/nfoscomm/catalog/index.php Interviews & Appearances Lani
Aames Lani
is pleased to announce she now has a chat group! If you'd like to
talk to Lani (or Lanette :) about her books, please join http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TalkToLani
Appearances Contests
& Freebies Dominique
Adair/JC Wilder Win
a J.C. Wilder / Dominique Adair ebook download or paperback of your
choice! (5 ebook winners, 5 paperback winners) To enter just go
to http://www.jcwilder.com
and click on CONTEST.
Elisa is giving away a signed paperback copy of DIRTY PICTURES. To enter, send an email to elisa@elisaadams.com. The winner will be drawn on July 15th.
Rachel
Bo Rachel Bo's June Newsletter Contest begins June 16th! Visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/passion_in_print/ and read the June 16th newsletter (coming out sometime after 6 p.m. on Thursday) to find out how to enter to win a free download (in .pdf format) of ONE of the following titles: GATES
OF HELL by Ann Jacobs And the Grand Prize winner (in honor of my wedding anniversary) will receive: A free download of my newest release - GUARDIANS 2: BIRTH OF RIVALRY, AND a romance kit containing scented candles, massage oil, a sexy dice game, two books with tips on spicing up your romance, and a blindfold! Rachel Bo's June Web Site Contest also begins June 16th! Visit http://webpages.charter.net/rachelbo/ any time after noon on Thursday, June 16th to find out how to enter to win a free download (in .pdf format) of ONE of the following titles: THE
PEASANT'S WISE DAUGHTER by Cassie Walder Reviews
STRENGTH
IN NUMBERS 3: BRANDED FOUR UNICORNS WOLF-BOUND: BEASTS IN THE LABYRINTH available now at www.loose-id.com Love Romances
REVIEWERS CHOICE AWARD for May 2005! - FIVE HEARTS!
Not
Quite Camelot 4 out of 4
hearts 4 1/2 out
of 5 hearts
Treva
Harte Why Me? "Wynn
is very sensual and charmingly unsure of his own appeal because
of his painful past. Cassie is feisty and also has reasons to
think her romantic judgment is flawed. Their relationship is well
developed showing how the two of them grow personally and then
find acceptance and love with each other. Why Me? is truly a wonderful
romantic treat!" "Treva
Harte has a real winner with WHY ME? This light and exciting tale
is definitely worth the money. Tammy, Loveromances You'll be on
the edge of your seat with the suspenseful plot twists. Ms. Harte
does a wonderful job combining the heart pounding suspense with
a poignant love story."
BODYGUARD "Pardon me
while I roll my tongue back into my head so that I can express
my gratitude properly. Ms. Havlir creates such a sensually delicious
romance in Bodyguard that all I could do was strap-in and hold
on for dear life. Ms. Havlir just captured me from the first page
and held me hostage until the last. There was no way I was putting
this one down short of blood being spilt or a real threat to my
life." "Beverly
Havlir sets off at a pace that will have readers glued to every
page with her well thought out suspenseful plot and fully defined
strong, sensual characters." "BODYGUARD
sizzles with intensity and chemistry from beginning to end."
"I
highly recommend this book for lovers of contemporary and especially
suspense." "Bodyguard
by Beverly Havlir is a jammed-packed suspense novel filled with
many twists and turns that had me glued to my seat eagerly reading
until the very end. I truly took pleasure in reading this story."
"Tristan's
Woman is a story of attraction and the lust that comes with it.
Neither Ava nor Tristan are looking for love, but they are also
unwilling to let go of the new, budding relationship. The intense
emotional and sexual connection that Tristan and Ava feel makes
this an enjoyable and unforgettable story." "Tristan's
Woman pulled me in from page one and kept my interest until the
very end. This exceedingly fast-paced story starts with great
amounts of sexual tension and finishes as a loving story interspersed
with several fabulous sex scenes. The deep sexual chemistry that
Tristan and Ava have flares through the pages. The futuristic
qualities of this story add to the science fiction feel, which
lends to the overall impact of the story. I greatly enjoyed this
highly sexual novella and look forward to more novels by the talented
Ms Havlir." "Beverly Havlir
has crafted a sci-fi world of great dept and foresight. The heat
between Ava and Triston is scorching and the ending ménage scene
is incendiary. It is almost impossible to realistically combine
the sci-fi and the erotic romance genres but that is just what
Ms Havlir has done. Tristan's Woman is nothing short of a spectacular
start to what I hope is a long series. I can't wait for Logan
and Jed's stories." "Tristan's
Woman starts off with a bang, literally, and doesn't let go until
the last page. Ms. Havlir manages to pack this novella with a
fast-paced story, wonderful believable and likeable characters.
When they come together, it's a volcanic combination...throw in
some very erotic voyeurism, a Ritual of Acceptance (ménage) and
you have one fantastic read that I could not put down reading!
I'm happy to know that this was the first book in a series that
Ms. Havlir will be writing, can't wait to read the next one! "
Katherine
Kingston Glimmerquest: BronzeQuest 4
Angels 4
Unicorns
This book was a surprise to me. I really did enjoy it very much.
It has it all, the right amount of everything that to me is needed
in a great written book. So if you have not read this wonderfully
written book I would go to get it to read." A
WANTON'S THIEF "Ms.
Ladley has struck gold yet again with her unique ability to create
rich, vibrant plots and intricate characters that leave the reader
begging for her next offering. In fact, I would like to take a moment
to beg her to write Little John's story soon! Thank you Ms. Ladley
for allowing us to again enter the luscious world that resides in
your mind." |
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3. Introducing our June author, Titania
Ladley I have the
delight this month of interviewing sensual romance author, Titania. What is the process you use when you first start to write a story-or do you use any process at all? (You plot out the scenes, outline the story, etc.) If you could do it differently, how would you do it? A lot of times, I come up with a catchy title first. I may not always stick with it, but it gives me the inspiration I need, a seed to grow from, a place where ideas, plots, conflicts and characters branch out. I have tried using lengthy, detailed outlines, but I must be somewhat rebellious, because I can't seem to stay within its constraints. Usually, I go with a rough outline, more or less a blurb that gives me the general skeleton. From there, I fill in the flesh and meat as the story progresses. And it's not unusual, once I get the final skin on, for that "body" to turn out entirely different than I'd envisioned. But I like it that way. I like not knowing everything until the end. No, I don't think I'd want to do it any differently because strangely, this haphazard method works for me.
Oh, I love
summer! It's my absolute favorite season. I stay cold ALL the
time, so the sweltering heat is a welcoming thing for me. I
love to feel the sun on my skin, sweat dribbling down my back,
having my hair up in a ponytail, wearing less clothes. And I
also love seeing more skin on everyone else. ;) Dislikes of
summer are few, but they include insects and snakes. Ewwww!
Yes, I'd like to invite readers to check out my website at http://www.titanialadleyromance.com where I have regular contests, spicy excerpts, freebies and the latest news. I also have a newsletter with members-only monthly contest giveaways. You can join by logging onto: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Titanias_Secret_Seductions/ Or by sending a blank e-mail to: Titanias_Secret_Seductions-subscribe@yahoogroups.com Thanks for a fun interview! |
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Submissive: HOLLY By Dominique Adair ISBN: 4199-0239-3 Holly’s nerves were in a knot by the time she walked through the gleaming doors of Clarke & Sons. The spacious lobby was understated with its muted grays and blues, and the marble floors gleamed. To her right was an impressive waterfall surrounded by lush foliage, and a circular reception desk was located in the center of the lobby between the doors and a bank of elevators. Two security guards were seated at the desk and one rose from his chair before he slipped on his suit jacket. She didn’t miss the gun holster strapped under his left arm. “Good evening, ma’am. How can I help you?” His smile was sharp, assessing, and she had no doubt that even if she never again set foot in this building, this man would remember her face. “Holly Broussard, Mr. Clarke is expecting me.” She offered him a bright smile that screamed “look how harmless I am”, or so she hoped. “Do you have some identification?” Whoa, now this was some serious security. Holly retrieved her driver’s license from her purse and handed it to him. That sharp gaze focused on the slip of plastic then returned to her face. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Broussard.” He handed her the license then stepped out from behind the desk. “If you will follow me, ma’am.” Holly tucked her license into her purse then fell into step behind the guard and he led her away from the main elevators toward another door with no buttons, only a small flat red screen where they should have been located. He placed his hand over the screen and after a few seconds the panel flickered green and the door slid open. “Here you are, Ms. Broussard. This elevator will take you directly to Mr. Clarke’s office on the top floor.” He moved to the side, his arm straight out to hold the door open. “Have a good evening, ma’am.” “Thank you.” She stepped into the elevator and he moved away, allowing the door to slide shut. The elevator rose, leaving her stomach on the first floor. Her grip tightened on the leather portfolio. This afternoon she’d spent several hours poking around on the Internet researching Clarke & Sons. With twin brothers, Ethan and Eric Clarke at the helm, it was a family-owned firm specializing in real estate, though they’d recently purchased a popular restaurant chain. In the last year alone the company had grossed more than ten million in profits. But why would they have purchased her loan? The amount due was less than one hundred thousand, not even a flyspeck in comparison to their ambitious business ventures. What would a multimillion-dollar company gain by purchasing her loan unless they wanted her to default so they could assume her commercial property? The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Squaring her shoulders, Holly stepped out into the lobby. It was show time. * * * * * Ethan Clarke stared hard at the closed-circuit television as Holly Broussard entered the outer office. Her expression was both curious and wary as she looked around his secretary’s domain. Her flame-red hair was scraped back into a casual twist at the nape of her neck and her black suit was impeccably cut to her hourglass figure. Her heels were so high he marveled she could walk at all. Without a doubt she was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. He’d first been introduced to her at a bondage scene in the Quarter last year. Even though she’d been on the arm of Greg Mains, her brilliant red locks and mile-long legs had captivated Ethan. The moment their hands had touched he knew he had to claim her as his own and soon he would. In the monitor, his secretary, Gwen, ushered Holly toward a chair in the outer office. She sank into a leather chair and when she crossed those spectacular legs, he thought his heart would stop. He’d toyed with the idea of stealing her away from Mains. Knowing the man and his weaknesses, Ethan knew it wouldn’t have taken much to accomplish his mission. Instead, he’d learned Holly had left her Master after he’d violated her trust and beaten her, leaving her both scarred and mistrustful of men in general. Ethan had bided his time, just barely managing to resist the urge to kill Mains with his bare hands. The bastard deserved a taste of his own medicine, a whipping like none other, but Ethan was a patient man. He knew sooner or later fate would deal Mains a crushing blow. If it were up to him, it would be sooner. When he’d learned Mains was intent on selling Holly’s business loan to a national bookstore chain. Ethan had jumped on the chance to purchase it. Granted, he’d had to pay more than double the face value of the loan but in his opinion she was more than worth it. Holly hadn’t been seen on the bondage scene since her breakup and he had it on good authority that she did little else than work and escape to her apartment over the bookstore. Even though his twin, Eric, had urged his brother to seduce Holly via the normal means, Ethan knew it wouldn’t work with her. Through the grapevine he’d learned she’d made it clear to her friends she wasn’t interested in pursuing a relationship with anyone right now. Whether this was a side effect of the broken relationship or the abuse she’d suffered, he wasn’t sure, but he was determined to find out more about this woman. Ethan switched off the monitor. Holly Broussard was the woman for him, she just didn’t know it yet. * * * * * “Mr. Clarke.” Holly held her hand out toward the man who now had control of her mortgage. He looked very familiar. Did he shop at her store? “Please, call me Ethan.” He took her hand in his and a jolt of awareness raced up her arm. His grip was firm, strong. “It is a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Broussard.” “Please, call me Holly.” She tilted her head to the side. “Have we met before? Do you shop at the store?” He shook his head. “I haven’t had the pleasure of visiting Book Ends. We did meet though. Last year, I believe. It was at a social gathering in the Quarter.” His smile was smooth, earthy and her toes curled in sheer pleasure of just looking at him. “The Governor’s Ball?” “Ah, no. Nothing quite so auspicious, I’m afraid.” A particular glint in his eye alerted her to the fact he was probably referring to one of the bondage parties of which The Bastard had been so fond. Her stomach tightened. She’d always known at some point her after-hours activities would intrude upon her business life but it was too late to worry about it now. What’s done was done. “I hear you have an amazing bookstore,” he continued. “I must make an attempt to pay you a visit sometime soon.” “Please do.” “Will you need me to stay, Mr. Clarke?” the sultry-voiced secretary spoke. “No, thank you, Gwen. On your way home can you drop these at the post office?” With his focus on the stack of envelopes he was gathering together, Holly seized the opportunity to check him out. He was tall, several inches taller than her own five-foot-ten and his muscular build fairly screamed sex! Dressed simply in dark slacks and a white dress shirt, he was a specimen to behold. His sleeves were rolled back to reveal tanned, muscular forearms liberally sprinkled with dark hair. His hair was black and neatly cut and styled, slightly longer on the top allowing a single lock to fall against his forehead. His features were even and his nose sported a slight bump as if it had been broken at some point. But it was his mouth that garnered most of her attention. Generous and sensual, and if his face weren’t quite so sharply hewn, it would have looked feminine. Holly felt curiously breathless just looking at him, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in quite a while, since well before The Bastard had entered her life. “Please, have a seat.” He flashed her a thigh-melting smile. “Can I get you a drink? Wine perhaps?” He gestured toward a low-slung leather couch grouped with several comfortable-looking chairs. “That would be lovely, thank you.” Holly sank into a sumptuous armchair before opening her portfolio. “I apologize for this last-minute meeting. This week has been very hectic and I wanted to talk to you about your loan and maybe set your mind at ease.” He walked to a small refrigerator and removed a bottle of wine. “I’m sure you have quite a few questions.” “That I do. Obviously I’d like to go over the terms of the loan.” She looked down at the list of questions she’d created earlier. “The current interest rate when the loan was held by—” “The terms of the loan will not be changing.” Ethan handed her a glass of white wine. “The interest rate, payment schedule and finer points of the contract will remain as they were. My legal department is already drafting up a new contract and you should have it by the end of next week. Once everything is signed and notarized we can move on with our lives.” Startled, Holly set her glass on the table without tasting it. He wasn’t changing the terms of the mortgage? So his company hadn’t purchased the loan in an attempt to acquire her property? Then why had they gone through the trouble to purchase it in the first place? Something very strange was going on here. “Mr. Clarke—” “Ethan, please.” Holly smiled. “Ethan, I have to admit to being curious as to why your company decided to purchase the loan to begin with. The interest income is a mere pittance to a company the size of yours.” He shrugged. “There are several reasons why I made this move, the question is, are you ready to hear them?” Her stomach began to churn. Just what the heck did he mean by that? “Of course I’m ready to hear the reasons, I did ask.” He gave her a slight smile. “My grandfather and his brothers created this company more than sixty years ago. They worked hard, put in long hours and they loved every minute of it. Clarke & Sons is still a family-run business and it will remain that way. We understand the importance of heritage and we strive to preserve it. “My cousin Niki Chaubert, who is a customer of yours, was researching some properties in the Quarter and she heard that Mains was beginning negotiations with one of those chain bookstores. It appears the chain was very interested in gaining control of your loan and ultimately your building. Niki felt this was an underhanded thing to do so she called and gave me the details of your situation and here we are.” Holly blinked. The Bastard had been negotiating to sell her loan to one of the chains? Her hands fisted. He knew how she felt about those characterless chain stores, the most persistent chain which she referred to as the Evil Empire. Considering his obvious animosity toward her it was the perfect move to make, as he knew it would have destroyed her business and broken her heart. She rubbed her hand over her stomach. Just the thought of someone hating her that much was enough to make her physically ill. “Are you okay, Holly?” Ethan leaned forward. “Do you need a glass of water?” “No, I think I need wine, lots of wine.” Holly picked up her glass and took a healthy swallow. “I realize some of this information is a bit of a shock to you. Chances are that Mains hadn’t informed you he was negotiating to sell the loan. This is just my opinion but it seems he was quite intent upon selling the building out from under you.” Feeling steadier, Holly closed her portfolio and set it aside. “Why do you feel that way?” “Mains was dead-set on selling to the chain. It took quite a bit of legal maneuvering and outbidding to remove them from the picture.” Holly’s grip tightened on her glass. “Outbidding? You mean the mortgage wasn ’t purchased for the balance due?” “No. My negotiator had to perform an elaborate dance to seal the deal and the price was considerably more than the amount due.” She took a deep, steadying breath. If the mortgage had been purchased for more than its current value, how much would that increase her monthly payment? “Ethan, just how much was the mortgage purchased for?” Her voice was squeaky. He named a figure that made her gulp. “That much?” The urge to run across the room and chug the bottle of wine now sitting on the bar was almost irresistible. His brow rose. “You don’t think your business, your heritage is worth that much money?” She shook her head. “That isn’t it at all. I can’t put a price on what my business means to me. My reality is that in light of the recent expansions I simply can’t afford to pay back that kind of money. We recently underwent some major renovations and for the next few months our cash flow is rather restricted—” He held up his hand. “I’ve already told you the terms of your loan would not change, Holly. Your payments and everything else will remain the same.” “But the original loan won’t cover this new amount. I cannot allow you to absorb the additional cost of the negotiated amount—” “We have no intentions of doing so and I also realize you cannot possibly pay the amount we bought the loan for.” He set his glass on the table. “This is why I’m prepared to make an unusual proposition. As I see it, we have two options on the table. You can agree to pay back the negotiated amount that Clarke & Sons paid out in order to acquire the loan, plus a modest interest rate. Once the loan is paid in full, the deed will be returned to you free and clear.” Holly’s heart sank. There was no way she could pay that amount, not with the way the economy was headed. What would Katie and Melissa do if she let them down? What would she do if she lost the very roof over her head? She had to clear her throat before she could speak. “And the second option?” “The second option is a little more unusual. I am willing to write off the entire amount of the loan, more than a quarter of a million dollars, in exchange for a verbal agreement from you and three days of your time.” Her gaze narrowed. No company would be willing to undertake something this large unless it was illegal…or immoral. Her stomach cramped and she had a feeling she wasn’t going to like the answer to the question, but she had to ask anyway. “And what would that be?” “Your agreement that you will become my lover for one weekend.”
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UNEDITED EXCERPT ** EXCERPT: "I've been miserable these last five years, Tawny. I can't get you out of my head. And seeing you again…" His molasses eyes caught hers. "Suspecting you were seeing someone else, but not knowing for sure…I think that's what was so bad. Now that I know, it doesn't seem to matter any more. I can share you, if that's what it takes to bring you back into my life." Her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Kani—" And then her stomach rumbled very loudly. They stood for a moment in shocked silence, then burst out laughing, relaxing in each other's presence for the first time since her plane had landed that morning. "I guess I'm going to have to feed you." Kani smiled down at her. "Well, it has been about eighteen hours since I ate those peanuts on the flight over." Thousands of years of human ingenuity, and they still hadn't been able to come up with a more creative in-flight snack. He held out his hand. "Come to my room. I'll cook for you." She placed her hand in his, then leaned against him impulsively. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her belly. She glanced up, grinning mischievously. "If you take care of the main course…" She wiggled her hips, gratified when he shivered. "I'll provide dessert." His mouth covered hers, and she drank in the taste of him. When he finally pulled away and started to lead her out, she hesitated. "Kani? Are you sure about this?" Wrapping his arms around her, he buried his face in her tousled, tawny curls. He inhaled deeply, then drew back and kissed her forehead. "I'm sure." As he led her down the corridor to his room, she had several moments to reflect on the irony of finally having him on her own terms, just before she was about to disappear for good. * * * * * Tanya leaned back, arching as she stretched her arms above her head. "You always were a better cook than I." Kani grinned as he scraped the tiniest remainder of Portobello mushrooms, lemon-pepper crusted asparagus, and cauliflower au gratin— all grown hydroponically right there at the compound—into the compost chute. "I think I have to agree. Charcoal is not an essential part of our diets—at least not in large quantities." He was referring to the fact that even in a time of smart ovens and self-cook meals, she could manage to burn just about anything. "Everything set for tomorrow?" She stood and walked over to the large windows facing the forest. She couldn't see anything, since it was after midnight, but she could feel Forrest out there, waiting. Kani joined her. "All set." He rested a hand on her shoulder. She turned and hugged him, resting her cheek on his chest. He stroked her back, rubbing his unshaven stubble against her hair. "We'll find a way to save it." She couldn't answer. Couldn't tell him that she knew it would be saved, but she'd lose him in the process. She tugged Kani's shirt from his pants, ran her hands up underneath. She wanted to feel his heart beat beneath her palm, his hot seed invading her womb. Her fingers traced the ridges of his spine, smoothed his shoulder blades. He pushed the straps of her top aside, tugged her shirt down to expose her breasts. With a contented sigh, Tanya leaned back, watching as his mouth came down to cradle her nipple with its warmth. "Mmm," he murmured. "You taste even better than I remember." Tanya kissed the corner of his lips as he suckled. He opened his mouth, his tongue dancing with hers, guiding hers, until both of them teased the tip of her ripe nipple. Desire undulated through her belly, birthing an urgent throb between her legs. She moaned, and Kani drew back, cradling her breast in one strong hand, tilting the peak so that she could cover it, suckling while he watched. He shivered and pressed against her, his cock hard against her hip. Tanya shoved him away abruptly, pulling her shirt off, releasing the catch of her loose skirt so that it fell to the floor. She ran her hands over the curves of her body, swaying her hips, stopping to milk her nipples, knowing Kani loved to watch a woman touch herself. He
groaned, running a hand over the bulge at his crotch. Tanya sauntered
closer, unzipping the tight-fitting pants, peeling them down until
his engorged cock sprang free. She backed away and sat on the
floor, spreading her legs wide, parting her labia with one hand
while she slipped the finger of another slowly in and out, watching
Kani's breath quicken, watching his fingers caress his cock. "Touch
me, baby," she whispered. "I've so missed your touch."
Beverly
Havlir Excerpt
from Bandar: Contract to Pleasure by Beverly Havlir
Available in July 2005 from Changeling Press "Well?" At the sound of the deep, accented voice, Tamara whirled to see Kendrick right behind her. His confident stance made her clench her fists. She swallowed, desperately trying to bring her heart rate back to normal. "You didn't tell me who you were the other night," she managed to push past stiff lips. He grinned. "If you recall, we were too busy doing something else." When he smiled like that, the words dangerously sexy flashed in big, red letters in her mind. Tamara tried not to notice that even in a loose flowing shirt and dark trousers, Kendrick exuded an aura of confidence and sex. $Focus. Don't get distracted$. She cleared her throat. "Am I correct in assuming nothing I say will make you change your mind?" His eyes never wavered from her. "Yes." She did her best to glare at him from her much lower height. "I'm not a whore. I suggest you don't treat me like one. "I never thought of you as one. I invited you once to share my bed, you refused. Now you need something from me. In return, you will belong to me. In my bed. Doing my bidding." "I doubt I'll prove to be as biddable as you think." Kendrick crossed his arms over his chest. "Is that a challenge?" Tamara clenched her fists tighter. "It's a fact. If you truly want to help us out, ask for something else. Anything else." "I don't want anything else." "And if I don't agree?" He showed no sign of relenting. "Then you go home empty handed and your people must get ready for a war you cannot hope to win." Tamara seethed with impotent fury. She held the fate of Earth in her hands. If she refused, the Federation will go to war. What choice did she have? "If I agree, what then?" His silver-grey eyes suddenly gleamed with satisfaction. Damn it, he knows I am close to caving in. "I will announce the alliance of Earth and Bandar, which we hope will dissuade Xerex from waging a full scale war on your home. I will also endeavor to bring the Xerexians back to the negotiating table to ensure the threat of war is forever removed." Exactly what Earth needed from Bandar. Tamara hated feeling vulnerable at any time, yet here she was, caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place. Her mind raced in desperation, trying to come up with other options. Everything pointed to the same inevitable conclusion. She really had no choice but to accept his proposition, if only to save her people. "This agreement can't be open ended. I want a time frame when it will be over." "Impossible. I tell you when the time is up." The smug grin he sported only incensed her more. If she was going to gain some leverage in this ridiculous one-sided deal, she'd better get it now. It was barbaric to be negotiating the use of her body. "Six months," she proposed tautly. He raised an eyebrow. "If the Xerexians are foolish enough to decide to go ahead with this war, Bandar will provide military assistance. Surely that is worth more than six months?" "What if they don't?" "We'll decide if and when that time comes." "I can't just agree to an indefinite stay. You have to at least give me that." She forged on, tamping down her impotent rage. "I will not stay here until you tire of me. I'd like to get back to my own life. Things might be different here, but on Earth, family is important to us." Kendrick mulled it over. "One year." His implacable tone implied there was no more room for negotiating that one. "Agreed," she replied curtly. "In return you will do whatever is necessary to aid the Federation if this war comes to fruition." "Agreed." "I want my own room. We will devise a schedule for when…" she ignored the heat she could feel spreading on her cheeks and pulled in a deep breath, "for when we will be together." "No. You share my room and we'll have sex whenever I want." Neanderthal. "I don't intend to be a sex slave." "Need I remind you that the Federation is desperate for my help? You might do well to remember that before you make any more ridiculous demands." Then his face softened marginally. "I think I am being very generous in even allowing you to set some conditions." With a tight nod, she acknowledged the truth in his words. "True. And I'm grateful." Indeed she was, although it still didn't sit well with her that she was put in this untenable situation. "However, I'd like to reserve the right to make amendments to our agreement if anything else comes up." "Within reason," he countered immediately. Under the circumstances, this was better than she'd hoped. "I believe we have an agreement," she managed to croak. Kendrick gave her a boyish smile. "I'm satisfied." He bent low. Tamara froze as he drew closer. "Humans normally just shake hands." "I think the intimate nature of our agreement requires us to do more than shake hands, don't you think? We now have a contract… to pleasure." Contract to pleasure. Did he have to make it sound so sordid? He brought a hand up to skim her cheek, running the pad of his finger over her lower lip. "I will make it my mission to give you so much pleasure that you will scream from it. Soon, Tamara," he whispered outrageously, dipping lower to brush her lips with his. "Soon you will be begging for my touch." "Never," she whispered defiantly, her insides knotting tightly as she looked at his lips. "You said that once," he reminded her in a low, sensuous voice. "Yet by tonight, you will be in my bed, pleasuring me, offering me your body and taking me deep inside you." He kissed her. It wasn't a slow, tentative kiss. It was confident and intimate. The kiss was hot, hungry. In the few moments their lips melded, she felt taken over and claimed. Kendrick threaded his fingers through her hair, upsetting the neat coil she worked so hard to achieve. She murmured a protest. He took no heed. Walking her backwards, he pinned her against a concrete garden wall and lifted her leg around his hip. His stiff cock nudged against her pussy. "I can't wait until I have you beneath me." © 2005 Beverly Havlir |
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