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Lani Aames
Elisa Adams
Bella Andre
Treva Harte
Beverly Havlir
Katherine Kingston
Titania Ladley
Judy Mays
Lacey Savage
Ruby Storm
Cassie Walder
Samantha Winston
Mary Winter

1. Introduction

5. Decadent Delights

January recipe contributed by Siren of the month Samantha Winston.

What is there not to love about chocolate? To start off the new year, how about a yummy cake that’s somewhere between fudge and an angel cake brownie. Kyla, from MERLIN'S SONG, learned this recipe from her aunt. Instead of a love potion, a small slice is all you need to satisfy your cravings. Your chocolate cravings, that is!

Kyla’s Simply Delicious Chocolate Cake

175g dark chocolate (at least 70 per cent cocoa solids)

150g butter

150g sugar

6 eggs

140g flour

For the chocolate icing:

250g dark chocolate

60g butter

Set the oven at 180C/gas mark 4. Line the base of a 22cm round cake tin with lightly buttered greaseproof or baking paper. Break the chocolate into a heat-proof bowl and melt it over a pan of boiling water or in the microwave, watching carefully. (When Kyla makes this, she has Merlin help her. She loves bossing him around in the kitchen – it’s the only moment she does get to be bossy with him!)

Cream the butter and two-thirds of the sugar together till very light and fluffy -  in the food mixer at a moderate speed.  (“Yes, Merlin, you have to do it for at least 5-8 minutes or it won’t come out right! Come on, get that beater going!”)

Separate the eggs, then, when (and only when) the sugar and butter are white and fluffy, beat the egg yolks one at a time. Gently stir in the melted chocolate. Add the flour, stirring carefully but firmly until it is all combined. “Merlin! Let me separate the eggs! Look what you did! If you get the tiniest bit of yolk in the white, it won’t work.”)

Whisk the egg whites till firm but not too stiff, then stir in the remaining 50g of sugar a spoonful at a time. Fold them carefully, lightly, into the chocolate mixture. The easiest way to do this is to add a little of the chocolate mixture to the eggs first, then slowly incorporate the rest. It is a job for a gentle hand, and you need to take your time and do it thoroughly. (“Gently, darling! Gently. Just take the spoon and swirl and lift – gently. As if you’re caressing me. Oh, that’s right!”)

Scrape the cake mixture into the lined cake tin and bake for about 50 minutes. Test for doneness by inserting a metal skewer into the centre: it should come out moist but without any uncooked cake mixture on it. Run a palette knife around the edge of the cake and turn it upside down on to a cooling rack. Let cool. (“No, Merlin, you can’t take a bite yet! I know it smells heavenly. But we have to wait for the frosting. Give me a kiss instead!” )

To make the chocolate frosting, break the chocolate into squares in a heat-proof glass bowl and let it warm over a small saucepan containing simmering water. Don't stir the chocolate, but turn off the heat after a couple of minutes. Stir in the butter in small pieces. Pour the chocolate frosting over the cake and leave to set. (“Merlin, it still has to set. Why don’t we go upstairs for a bit and wait? Hmmm?”)

This cake is understated, deeply chocolate, and delicious. Serve with whipped cream or ice-cream (vanilla and cinnamon ice-cream, for example!)

Merlin to Kyla -  Mmmm. Worth waiting for. Almost as good as one of your kisses, my love!

6. Enticing Excerpts

MASTER OF DISASTER
by Lani Aames

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Chapter 1

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Standing outside the open door to the motel room, Brita Swift barely heard the shouted words over the howl of gusting wind. She looked up into the hard, handsome face of Zeke Masters and flinched, as much from the way he scowled at her as from the driving rain that stung her face. Zeke hadn't changed a bit since she last saw him over a year ago—arrogant, stubborn, intolerant...and the sexiest man alive.

"Same as you, after a story." Dropping her backpack off her shoulder, she tried to brush past him into the shelter of the room, but he stepped to one side to block her path as if she were the enemy invading his sanctuary. She bumped into his solid chest, the casual touch sending shockwaves reverberating through her. She refused to give in to the insufferable jerk on this occasion. The last time they were together had been a catastrophe, his temper living up to his media nickname—Master of Disaster.

Zeke snagged her arm before she could step away and brought her up close...close enough to fill her nostrils with the spicy aroma of his aftershave cologne. A common brand she had detected on any number of men, it never made her body melt unless blended with Zeke's own unique scent. If he hadn't held her tight against him, their closeness would have made her stagger.

"What makes you think I'm going to let you stay here with a Category 5 hurricane breathing down our necks?" His mellow voice had lost its surprise, but still held a cutting edge she remembered so well.
Eyes narrowed, she glared at him until he released her. As soon as he did, she moved back, out from under the protection of the narrow eave that ran the length of the building. "What makes you think I'm going to let you stop me?"

He stepped out into the stormy weather preceding Hurricane Omega, unmindful that he wore nothing on his head or over his t-shirt. The thin cotton immediately soaked through and clung to him, molding to the contours of his muscles. His erect nipples stood out in hard little peaks, and her own tingled in response as if he had swiped his tongue over them.

Standing over her, he leaned in close. Rain dripped from his hair and his long, perfect nose before splashing on her chin. "I don't have time for this, Breezy. Omega is moving in fast. If I take the time to haul your ass to safety, I might not be able to get back here soon enough."

The use of his nickname for her made her heart thunder in her chest. She hadn't heard it in all the time they were apart, and she had never expected to hear it again. Circumstance brought them together, nothing more, and sadness stole over her. Because of the depth of what they once shared, something more should have reunited them, not the thing in her pack.

"All you need to do is get your ass back inside and let me in. I can take care of myself."

"Yeah. Right." His blunt words stung like sharp slaps to her face.

She smiled in spite of the heat blossoming in her cheeks and looked square into his cool blue eyes. "I've survived quite nicely without you the past year. And I survived you. Omega will be a walk in the park."

Zeke's jaw bunched, a tiny muscle twitching in his cheek, and he jerked back as if she'd struck him. Brita closed her eyes. She'd hit a nerve, just as she meant to do, but she couldn't afford to do it again. Another barbed zinger might set off a real temper tantrum. She braced herself for the fury sure to follow. Emotionally, Zeke Masters' devastating temper rivaled a Category 5 hurricane.

Prepared for the worst, she opened her eyes. She searched for the tell-tale signs of his short temper—the hard glare in his eyes, the red tinge in his tanned face and the strained muscles all over his body, ready to burst out of his skin. She saw none of them and noticed that his cheek muscle relaxed, too. Instead, she caught a glimpse of tenderness in his eyes a second before he shielded them with annoyance and furrowed his brows.

"All right, you can stay because I wasn't able to document Hurricanes Katrina and Rita and I don't intend to miss this one. If I leave now to take you to safety, the road will probably be closed and I won't be able to get back through." He spoke in a more reasonable, almost amiable, tone and took hold of her arm again. "Now, let's get in out of the rain."

She allowed him to hustle her into the room, glad to be out of the pelting drops. She turned to face him, but he hadn't come in behind her. He stood in the rain, his head cocked to one side as if listening for a sound beyond the noise of the storm.

"Zeke," she called to him. When he didn't respond, she raised her voice. "Zeke!"

He took a step backward, turned and came inside, shutting the door firmly behind him. He stared at it with a puzzled look on his face.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

He shook his head, brushing off her concern, but his strange behavior unnerved her. Before she could ask him again, he faced her and stepped closer to her. A more playful expression replaced his confusion. Water drizzled from his nose and chin and the thick waves of his dark, short-cropped hair. A mere few minutes outside had drenched him and his clothes.

Glancing around the room, she was surprised to see it as comfortably messy as usual when Zeke stayed in a motel. "Why aren't you packed and ready to go? When do you plan to leave for Matagorda? Omega will make landfall in about twenty-four hours."

"Twenty-seven hours, give or take."

"We're miles from Matagorda," she pointed out.

"A hundred and twenty-nine as the crow flies." He took another step toward her, and she retreated until her back bumped the wall.

She shook her head in bewilderment—to come this far only to find that Zeke had guessed wrong. "It'll take hours driving it, and the roads going into Matagorda will be closed soon if they aren't already."

"I imagine the roads are closed by now, and they're only letting traffic out of the area, not in." He didn't sound at all worried about missing the Storm of the Century, as the newscasters had tagged Omega.

"I don't understand," she murmured.

Zeke moved in even closer and pinned her to the wall without touching her, a splayed hand on each side of her head. His cologne-scented body heat rolled off him in waves. "What's not to understand? Omega will make landfall here in Gulf Beach, not Matagorda."

"One of your hunches?" She tried not to inhale his seductive aroma, but her breathing turned into short, shallow gasps.

He nodded. "Yep."

"And you're sure about this?"

He shrugged. "My hunches haven't failed me yet. Looks like yours are getting better. How did you find me? With the Hurricane Center projecting Matagorda as the target, how did you know I was here?"

Brita almost smiled, but she didn't want to encourage him in any way. She swallowed the smile, somehow maintaining a neutral expression. "I called your mother. You always let your family know where you are in case they need to get in touch with you...or something happens to you so they'll know where to start searching. She was happy to tell me where you were staying."

He rolled his eyes heavenward. "I'm sure she was. She likes you."

"And I like her. It takes a gutsy woman to raise three sons like you."

"No, my brothers aren't like me," he protested with a laugh. "We're all as different as night and day and twilight."

Brita appreciated the interesting twist in the conversation about the Masters brothers, but they didn't need to travel that detour at the moment. She had to get them back on track. "You might as well back off, Zeke. I'm not going anywhere except with you."

"Fine. But there are rules," he explained, his voice at its mellowest. "And if you can't agree to them, then I take you back to Houston right now and we both miss the opportunity of a lifetime."

When he paused, Brita nodded once. "I'm listening."

"First, you do what I tell you, when I tell you. Life or death situations can occur within seconds, and I don't want to have to wonder what you're doing. You do what I tell you, period. No questions, no hesitation."

"Agreed." She had no problems with that. She meant to survive. Zeke was experienced in how to survive a natural disaster, she wasn't. Easy enough.

"Second, we stay together. No going off on your own, no matter what. Tell me if there's something you want to investigate, and I'll decide whether we pursue it. If I say no, that's the end of it. No questions, no hesitation."

This rule was more difficult. Brita had her own reason for braving Omega and Zeke in the first place, and nothing would keep her from her goal. Still, if she balked at all, Zeke would call the whole thing off. "Agreed."

His head moved in until his warm breath caressed her skin and she thought his lips were going to touch hers. "Third, you give me a kiss whenever I demand it. No questions, no hesitation."

Brita's eyes widened, and she swallowed hard. Oh, that would be the most difficult of all.

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Leila almost smiled at the memory. Rod Voss had been a nasty pig, but just for once, he hadn't been lying to the authorities. She'd been the liar. She'd never forget the first time she'd seen Dek turn. One minute he'd been another victim for Rod to pick on, and the next he was a big bad wolf who'd almost gobbled down the little piggie. Too bad she'd walked in before he'd finished the job.

Then again, her timing with Dek always sucked.

“Little Red Riding Hood, did you think taking a shortcut would save you?”

Leila jumped. She'd slowed down, getting lost in the past. He hadn't gotten lost, though. He'd honed right in on her because there he was, leaning up against her apartment building, looking too casual and too beautiful to be believed. Damn it. Not only could he follow her physically, he was already back to walking into her brain and picking up her thoughts.

Busted. There was no way to escape Dek once he was on the hunt.

“I should have known.” She was proud that her voice didn't shake. Then again, she never let anyone see what she really felt. Not even Dek. Especially not Dek. “So, Big Bad Wolf, you're back again.”

“Yeah. And this time you're finally all grown up, Little Red.” The wide, predatory smile was still the same, even after all these years.

“I'm grown up enough to know I'm not interested in a quickie this time.” So what if she lied while her legs shook and her pussy clenched with need? The important thing was to get rid of Deklin Kinkaid.
He reached out for her arm. She tensed, prepared to fight if he pulled her close. Instead he turned her wrist over and gently traced the veins under her skin with one roughened fingertip. His finger tickled. It aroused.

“Your wrists are still tiny. Damn, you're so dainty.” His voice roughened almost to a growl. Then he bent his head and licked the pressure point where her wrist beat wildly. His rough tongue scraped against her vulnerable pulse. He looked up at her, those blue eyes impossibly hot. “I'm interested in something that would take a long, long time, Leila.”

Oh, Jesus. She was toast.

But before she grabbed him, she remembered. It wasn't just her. She had someone else to watch over.

Good girl. She was a good girl now.

“I'm not interested. At all.” She enunciated clearly and pulled her arm away.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“You smell interested. All hot and spicy.”

Leila cursed those hot, spicy feelings that were running through her, filling up the air. Damn pheromones. The way she felt, she probably reeked of sex to him.

“So I'm interested in sex. What of it? That doesn't mean I'm really interested in you. Maybe I just like a guy who can do it doggy-style. Any guy.” Leila edged toward the street. Much more of this conversation, and she'd be underneath Dek with her clothes ripped off. She'd been there before.

God, she wanted to be there again.

“Call me shallow. I can live with that, as long as I'm the guy on top of you, making you howl.” Dek's voice was impossibly low, incredibly sexy. “I can do that, Leila. Remember?”

“Listen. I said no. You left last time. You'll leave again whether I say yes or no. It's going to end the same way, so can't you just accept my answer and this time go before we have the sex?” Leila crossed her arms tight against herself, refusing to let the need overwhelm her. She was stronger and smarter and had more to lose now. She could fight this lust.

What was wrong with her? She wanted him. She wanted sex. Every millimeter of his body was in tune to what she was screaming for. He tasted it, smelled it...he just couldn't see it. Even though his eyesight was blurring a little from the haze of raw desire coursing through him, he saw her crossed arms, that rigid stance. He had learned to read human body language, and Leila's body was sending up the message like a big flare in the night sky.

No. Not now. Not ever.

Damn it, why?

The animal in him wanted to fuck the “no” out of her. It wouldn't take much to have her whimpering under him, writhing, wanting him again. She loved him being inside her. He remembered those scratches and bites she gave him when they fucked, the cries to keep going, to go faster, harder. He could hear Pleeease, Dek like she was groaning it in his ear right now. Her ass grinding against him, her breasts jiggling, demanding his hands all over them ... Dek forced himself to stop the crackling-hot replay in his head. But, dear God, sometimes he'd thought he really had met his mate after a bout with her. He'd never met anyone else who came close.

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[Setup: Threatened with arrest by town cop Stuart Nixon, ex-con and sex-toy home-business entrepreneur Ginger Blair panics. But she'll do what she has to in order to keep from going back in the slammer…]

“What are you…?”

She glanced over her shoulder, her breath clogging in her chest. He’d returned looking windblown with a slight pink tinge to his cheeks and nose. Son of a bitch, but the man was simply a well-built, magnificent god. And even though Ginger knew what she was about to do was strictly for the sake of her prison-less future, she couldn’t suppress the wild thrill that sparked in her system.

“I’m showing you my illegal business.” She held up the toy and twisted the switch to the on position. An enticing whir joined the lively Christmas tune. “And demonstrating just how horrible it can be.” Delight rushed through her belly at the look of morbid fascination and undisguised lust in his eyes.

His jaw fell open. “Ma’am, you can’t—”

While the instrument buzzed and quivered in one hand, she tugged at the belt of her robe allowing it to fall open and expose her midriff and panties. “Oh, so now you’re going to tell me it’s against the law to pleasure myself in my own home, too?”

“Holy mother of…”

She flicked her tongue over the vibrating chocolate, deep-throating it to further her plan. The flavor of sweet cocoa burst in her mouth, already starting its re-melting process. Yes, just the way she needed it, sticky and messy.

Ginger lowered herself into a kitchen chair. With deliberate seduction, she spread her legs. From across the room, he let out a mewl of reluctant approval. Her gaze never left his stunned face while she trailed the chocolate down through her deep cleavage. The warm candy left a smeared mark on her belly as she went lower still.

“See what—” She sucked in a breath when the tip of the candy-coated vibrator touched her clitoris through the silk of her panties. The ache of lust settled hot and heavy between her legs, intensified by the fact that he watched her, that she hadn’t had a man in so very long… “What awful things I do behind closed doors? I make chocolate toys for very bad men and women to play with. So awful and criminal of me, wouldn’t you say?”

The combination of her bold attempt at controlling this situation, and the fine line of insanity she walked on, gave her an extra charge. She moaned, struggling to keep her eyes open, watching him watch her. Ginger’s clit engorged so swiftly, it nearly brought her to climax in that one swipe. But she didn’t have time to enjoy herself. She needed to convince and tempt, to make him understand that what she did within the privacy of her kitchen couldn’t possibly be against the law.

And that it was well worth keeping his mouth shut.

By seducing and trapping him into his own “illegal” responses, it would give her the leverage—and the blackmail—she needed to get him off her back.

He stumbled up to the counter, planted one hand on the edge and raked the other through his thick hair. Stuart spoke, panting out his words. “Miss…um, Ginger, you can’t—”

She hooked her fingers in her thin panties and yanked upward. Her bare breasts jiggled as the sharp rip of fabric sounded in the room, competing with the buzz of the toy. The move left her mound exposed for his perusal, and cool air licked at her dampness.

“Ah, fuck.” His hot gaze shot from her vee to her chest and back again, like a compass searching for direction.

She spread her legs wider. “Mmm-hmm, that’s the idea.”

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REDNECKS N’ ROCK CANDY
by Judy Mays
Erotic Vampire Comedy

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Blurb:

Ever since Sheriff Brad Keister was fatally shot in a drug bust and his cousin Rusty changed him into a vampire, his life has been completely upended. No more coaching youth baseball, no more corn on the cob, no more spending hot summer afternoons fishing at the creek. He can't even do his job as sheriff competently anymore.

At loose ends and uncertain about his new vampiric identity, Brad begins to wonder if he wouldn't have been better off dead.

Then Brad rescues Mandi O'Brian from the insidious attack of a malevolent rosebush and everything changes. Thorn in her behind, she launches herself into his arms and wraps her legs around his waist. For the first time in six weeks, desire pools in Brad's groin. As he pulls the thorn out of her butt — and ignores her angry comments about sexual harassment — Brad knows he's going to become much more intimately acquainted with the woman who's got his blood pumping in all the right places again.

Even if he has to save her from drug dealers, angry bulls and herself to do it.

Excerpt:

“Christ.”

Leaning his head back against the trunk of the tree, Brad closed his eyes. “Christ,” he gasped again.

Opening his eyes, he looked down at the hand he had wrapped around his still hard and throbbing cock. “All that did was blow the froth off the top of the beer,” he muttered. “Still a lot of juice left to squeeze out."

He looked back through Mandi’s window.

She stood in the middle of the room with a puzzled expression on her face. Her T-shirt was still up around her waist, and she was sliding her fingers into the curls between her thighs.

Brad’s cock jerked in his hand.

She thrust her thighs forward.

He pumped his cock.

Her hips jerked.

Brad sucked in a deep breath. This new development was very interesting. Was she reacting to him on some unconscious level? There was only one way to find out.

He began pumping his cock slowly and steadily.

Mandi moaned and shimmied her hips. Her fingers slid lower.

“Oh yes, baby. That’s it. Play a little for me.” Closing his eyes, Brad leaped into a fantasy where he was half reclining on the bed next to Mandi and slid his fingers down through her silky curls until he reached her wet pussy. There, he rubbed her hard, little clit a few times, then slid first one then a second finger into her—and pumped them. Bending his head, he captured her mouth with his in a long, tongue-twisting kiss, then nibbled his way down her neck and across her collar bone to suck on a cinnamon-colored nipple as she arched her breast into his mouth.

A louder moan from inside the house caused him to open his eyes.

Still fisting his cock—up, down, up down—he now watched as Mandy, her T-shirt bunched around her waist, staggered backwards until she reached the wall. There, she braced herself, spread her legs apart, and rubbed her clit. Her moans grew louder as she pumped her hips against her fingers. Hard nipples pressed against her shirt and seemed to watch Brad as he fisted his cock faster and faster, up and down, up and down. Mandi sobbed again and slapped her other hand against the wall.

Brad began to pant as he imagined himself burying his cock deep inside her, her pussy muscles grabbing and sucking him. He groaned. Her pussy would be hot and wet and tight, he just knew it.

Inside the house, Mandi rolled her head from side to side against the wall. Her sobs were replaced by a low keen.

Brad's balls drew up tight and began to burn.

“Come on, baby. That’s it. Rub harder. That’s it. Come for me. Now!”

As cum erupted high into the air a second time and his canines lengthened, Brad clutched the branch at his side and watched Mandi rhythmically beat her fist against the wall as she thrust her hips forward in quick, jerking motions. Then, her legs shook, her knees wobbled, and she slid to the floor where she leaned her head back against the wall and sucked huge gasps of air into her lungs.

Slowly, Brad released his cock and stared at his shaking hand. Christ, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d come that hard and long. Of course, it had been a while. Still, he felt a little weak in the knees himself. If he didn’t have his back braced against the trunk of the tree, he’d have probably fallen out. Did vampires break bones when they fell out of trees?

A groan from the bedroom caught his attention, and he watched Mandi stagger to her feet, stumble across the room, and collapse on the bed.

“I know exactly how you feel, honey. It was as good for me as it was for you.” He rubbed an extended canine. “Except next time, my cock is going to be buried inside of you.” He rubbed his tooth again. “Hope you don’t mind if I bite you. I have a feeling coming will be even better then.”

After stuffing his still semi-hard cock back into his pants—he was sure he could have gone a third round. Sucking in a few deep breaths and making sure his knees had stopped shaking, Brad leaped lightly to the ground and headed for his cruiser. Now, he could finish his rounds. Then he’d go home and rest for the day. Tomorrow was another night and Mandi was going to get to know him much, much better.

 

Lying exhausted on her bed, Mandi stared at the ceiling. Her heart was still beating a mile a minute, and she was still sucking extra air into her lungs. What the hell had just happened? One minute she’d been examining the scratch on her ass and the next she’d been so horny she didn’t know which way was up! Never had she experienced such a powerful urge for sex or such a powerful orgasm, not even when she was with a man. And against the wall? She didn’t masturbate against the wall. She always got comfortable either lying or sitting, no matter what room she was in.

She shuddered and glanced around. Why had she felt like she wasn’t the only one here? Shivers dancing up and down her spine, she looked around the room again. Except for Midnight, she was definitely alone, yet she could swear she’d felt a man’s hand slip between her thighs, felt his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, felt his mouth move from her mouth to her breast. Then, the weight of his body had settled on her. Muscular thighs had spread her legs wider, and a thick, rock-hard cock had slid into her—one that stretched her, filled her, satisfied her more than any other ever had.

Mandi closed her eyes. The memory of that hard cock being buried deep inside of her surged to the forefront of her memory. She groaned as her pussy muscles contracted again as if they were still clasping it and sucking it as deeply as they could. Her orgasm had been so powerful, she’d been unable to stand on her feet. That had never happened before when she masturbated. Sure, single sex was very satisfying, and she had often been able to draw out her pleasure until her eventual climax was wonderful, but she’d never ever drawn such a powerful response with just her fingers, or a vibrator, as she had tonight.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling again. There wasn’t any one else here. She was alone. Even though her body thought a man had satisfied her, the greatest sex she’d ever experienced had happened in her mind. What the hell was going on?

Turning her head to the side, Mandi stared at her reflection in the dresser mirror. Her face was flushed. Well, that was to be expected. She frowned. Were her lips swollen? She shook her head. No way. That was impossible. It was just her imagination, and if she weren’t so damn exhausted, she’d get out of bed and look closer. Then she’d see that everything was normal. Yep, thinking her lips were swollen was just her imagination, and she had a great imagination. She often imagined herself with a man when she masturbated. That buff guy from her gym, the new tight end for the Eagles football team, the one with the really tight end, or even Brad Pitt. All of them were handsome men and perfect specimens for any woman’s fantasy, and pulling their faces into her mind was easy.

Mandi continued to stare at herself. Why, then, was the man’s face that had appeared in her mind been that pain in the ass sheriff, Brad Keister?

After one final shudder, she lifted her hand and rubbed the side of her neck. And why the hell did her neck itch so much?

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WINTER’S ROSE
by Ruby Storm
Erotic Contemporary
Winter’s Rose is the third book in the WINTER STUDS Trilogy by Ruby Storm, Ruth D. Kerce and Diana Hunter. Three hot stories to warm your winter nights!
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Blurb:

Kody Winter has arrived in Texas just before the Christmas holiday—and not for a simple visit. He’s back for good and the reason is the sexy woman he’s never forgotten. Though Rose Leighton is blindsided when he suddenly appears after six years, she struggles to remain aloof at all costs because Rose has a secret and if Kody discovers it, life will never be the same. But Rose never counted on her blistering physical reaction to his presence nor Kody’s conviction that they are made for one another.

Excerpt:

The taste of his lips chipped away her defenses, kiss by fervent kiss. Too long. Too many years without his arms. Too many lonely days without him. She was lost and at the moment didn’t care. Every emotion she’d e