Red Hot Reunion
by Bella Andre
(2007, Pocket Books)
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CHAPTER ONE

Jason pulled off his silk tie, letting it dangle from his fingers as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom. “Hi honey, I’m home.”

Emma paused with one hand on her pearl earring, no longer able to breathe normally when the most gorgeous man in creation was drinking her in, devouring her with his eyes. Her hands trembling with anticipation, she placed the pearls in her jewelry box, and waited for him to come to her.

Waited for Jason to take her to that naughty place she secretly loved to go.

His long stride ate up the hardwood between them. Jason threw his tie onto the duvet cover and then he was standing behind her in the mirror, his front to her back, running large tanned hands over her arms. Her nipples peaked beneath her thin silk blouse and she bit her lip at the erotic picture of her aroused pink areolas pressing against the thin white fabric.

“Bad girls don’t wear bras,” he said in a low tone that heated Emma’s blood another ten degrees.

As soon as she’d come home from the office, she’d removed her bra and panties, knowing how much it would turn Jason on.

“Or panties,” she whispered. Jason pulled her ass into his hips and the full, hot length of his erection throbbing against her sent a flood of wetness straight to her pussy.

“Bad girls need to be spanked,” he said as he brushed her blond hair away from her neck and bent his mouth to her exposed flesh. She shivered as he nipped at her skin, kissing her between love bites. His hands moved across her rib cage, making the slow trip up her torso, to the sensitive swell of her breasts. At last he covered her tits with his hands and squeezed them, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. His touch was light at first and then when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, he squeezed them between his thumbs and forefinger. Emma cried out her pleasure, nearly coming where she stood.

“Take off your skirt,” he commanded in a quiet voice and she immediately obeyed, her shaky fingers fumbling at the clasp and zipper on the left side of her gray wool pencil skirt.

The thick fabric dropped with a whoosh to the floor and cool air blew across her exposed mound. Oh god, all she wanted was for Jason to slide his big hand over her pussy lips. She’d been dreaming all day of the moment he touched her clit, the perfect instant that his thick fingers penetrated her again and again, harder and harder as she exploded.

He lifted her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. “I’m ready Jason,” she breathed. “Fuck me. Now.”

But he was not to be deterred from his plan. “All in good time,” he said as he pulled her arms up over her head and secured her wrists to the iron bed frame with his blue and yellow striped silk tie.

“You’re tying me up?” she said, her words sounding far more like a request than a question.

Jason didn’t bother answering as he moved over to her dresser, pulled out two scarves, then returned to the bed and spread open her legs. Her cunt throbbed with heat and need as he exposed her wet flesh by tying first one ankle and then the next to the iron posts.

He stopped and stared at her and Emma was overwhelmed with the need to please him. Her silk shirt was in disarray, her breasts were thrusting up at him, her pussy slick and plump with arousal.

“You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of doing this, Emma. Tying you up. Making you scream with pleasure.” He slid one finger into her with no more pretense, no more foreplay, and she arched into his hand. “You were such a good girl in college. Now look at you. Waiting for me naked beneath your silk and wool. Letting me tie you to your bed, spread your long legs open for me. Begging me with your eyes to do anything I want to you.”

He fell silent then and she knew he was waiting for her to reach the next level of desire, the one that would have her pleading with him to take her all the way to heaven.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked, his control seeming to slip as his voice shook. “Do you want me to slide another finger into your sweet pussy?”

“Please,” she moaned, her eyes falling closed as he complied with her desperate request. “More. Give me more Jason.”

“I would do anything for you,” he said a millisecond before his hot breath covered her pussy. Holding her breath, she waited for his tongue to press down on her clit. But as the seconds ticked by, and the first pulse of an orgasm sounded within her, Emma couldn’t wait any longer. Bucking her hips as far as she could, she pressed her cunt into his lips.

She could feel him silently urging her to let go, to make herself come against his lips, his teeth. As if she could do anything else, when her body was already straining to reach the peak. She was so close, and as she pushed against his wet tongue again and again, as he thrust his fingers relentlessly, Emma spiraled into an earth shattering orgasm, the likes of which she’d never known.

Her entire body shuddered beneath his delicious onslaught and then he was poised above her, his hazel eyes burning with desire. He ripped open her blouse, taking one taut nipple into his mouth. The thick head of his penis pressed against her open pussy lips and she arched to take him in.

“Not so fast,” he murmured, taking her lips in a savage kiss, pulling the breath from her lungs as if it were his right. As if he owned her, body and soul.

Which they both knew that he did.

All she wanted was for him to plunge his nine rock hard inches into her. To screw her hard and long, to make her come again from the inside out.

And this time she was so close, so close…

Shades Of Passion
by Roxana Blaze
(aka Titania Ladley)
Now available at Ellora’s Cave!

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Setup: Sometimes, absence truly does make the heart grow fonder…not to mention it definitely makes the loins hotter. In this scene, Gunnar and Daphne find out firsthand just how scorching things can get seeing each for the first time after months apart following a bitter divorce…

Baffled, she followed on his heels. “Gunnar…” Daphne gripped his solid biceps and tugged but he gently pulled his arm away and just continued right on into the vaulted kitchen. Shaking her hand where the heat from his arm singed her flesh, she demanded, “What’s going on here? Why have you come back? You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t…”

Gunnar jerked open the refrigerator and bent, peering in. The large bag dangled in front of him as he reached inside, and light washed over his chiseled face lending a twinkle to his eyes. Something about seeing him here again in what had been their kitchen and making himself very at home did odd things to her womb.

He drew out a beer, twisted off the top and tossed it into the trashcan with a clank. “Just taking advantage of an after-hours brew.” To demonstrate, he tipped his head back and took a long swallow. “Ah, nice and cold,” he sighed, scrutinizing her from head to toe with a hot gaze. His tongue came out and took an exaggerated lick of his upper lip and she imagined the tip of it swirling around her hard clit while those long fingers…

Enough, Daphne.

She folded her arms over her bare midriff. Cold, he’d said? No, she was far from it. His predator’s stare caused a surge of liquid fire to shoot through her bloodstream. Her nipples perked up in response and poked against the thin bra top of her swimsuit. Not moments before he’d arrived, she---and the pistol she’d grown attached to---had just come in off the trail. Refusing to be terrorized any longer in her own home, she’d re-strapped that particular loaded gun to her hip and slipped into her bikini top and shorts. She wanted a life for once. She simply wanted to catch what was left of the afternoon rays while watering her flowerbeds, for God’s sake.

Never in a billion years would she have expected to be watering her crotch instead.

“Look, your little macho barging-in act isn’t amusing.” Daphne began to back away when he took one step toward her, a gleam of arrogance in his eyes. “I-If you don’t start explaining yourself---or better yet, getting the hell out of here---I’m going to call the sheriff.”

Gunnar’s glazed expression faded. He plunked the beer onto the tiled island and moved closer with that trademark swagger of his. Daphne knew that look too, the one of rage edged by aroused prowess---or was it arousal edged with rage? It didn’t matter one way or the other. They were one and the same where Gunnar Hawkens was concerned and both extremely perilous to her libido.

Jesus Christ, was she dreaming? Here she’d gone months without one sight or sound from him, and now with one firm rap on the door---bam!---he had her senses on overload. Every gesture, every look and faint aroma made her feel as if she’d just been injected with a forbidden, euphoric drug.

Her heart did a little skitter when he swept off the hat and winged it, skimming it across the wooden floor. No matter how much she ordered herself to do so, she couldn’t take her eyes off his every move. And she really should have because the make-or-break-her, irresistible event occurred just as she expected it would. It was the one thing he knew always got to her, when a lock of his ink-black hair tumbled boyishly across his brow.

Oh God, to feel that soft thickness threaded through my fingers again…

As if her gawking weren’t enough humiliation, she was acutely aware if she creamed any more, it would be dribbling down the insides of her thighs embarrassing her beyond recovery.

“I’ve missed you, Daphne,” he murmured, following her around the island and backing her into its hard surface. He leaned down and planted his hands on either side of her, caging her in. His eyes were twin orbs of black-as-sin heaven as he held her captive. The heat of his body surrounded her and the charged aroma of him nearly suffocated her. She felt as if her lungs had ceased breathing. Damn it but the flesh-and-blood nearness of him was too much to bear, too tempting.

Too dangerous for them both.

“Gunnar, I don’t---”

“I’ve missed you like mad. Your soft, naked skin beneath mine,” he rasped, lifting a hot hand to cup her cheek. He followed that by sensuously combing his fingers through her hair. Goose flesh prickled along her arms and torso making her areolas ache. “Your wild green eyes first widening when I sink my cock into your wetness, then…”

Daphne swallowed the dry lump her gasp inflicted. His bold words were having just as potent an effect on her as his searching touch was. He reached around to knead her ass with his other hand, and when he drew her hips toward him, slamming her pussy into his half-hard erection, her frail sanity nearly snapped in two.

“What is this---”

“The way they flutter shut and roll back in your head when you’re about to come.” He pressed his mouth to hers, just a skim of the lips, whisper-soft and warm, and she thought she’d die with want. “The way your cunt floods my shaft and soaks my balls when you’re burning with arousal.”

He flicked his tongue out and she tasted the sharp flavor of beer. “Mmm and your nice big breasts,” he moaned, drawing one side of her bikini over so that her left mound popped out. The blast of cool air conditioning engulfed her flesh. Oh no you don’t, nipple. Don’t you do it. But the pink bud tightened painfully against her silent order, puckering and causing her face to flame with mortification.

His perusal scanned her from eyes to chest, quickly heating every cell wherever his gaze skimmed. The bold inspection caressed her flesh like the touch of a strong, loving hand.

“God, I’ve missed those luscious things.”

Stifling a groan, she set her tight grip on the pistol, leaving it holstered. “That’s enough, Gunnar.”

With her free hand, she pushed against his chest but she may as well have been shoving a concrete wall. His pectorals were solid and warm against her palm, so masculine and enticing. She’d meant to remove her hand when his body remained inert but she just couldn’t help herself. Nearly half a year without a man---without Gunnar---had been like an eternity in celibacy hell.

“Enough? No, there’s never enough with you. So beautiful, so sexy.” He licked his lips and shook his head, continuing to study her exposed skin. “Son of a bitch, I’ve been lost without you. I’ve forgotten just how stunning you really are.”

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Turns
by Treva Harte
ISBN (10) 1-59596-500-9
ISBN (13) 978-1-59596-500-4
Word Count: 18K
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“Listen. You’re hungry?” Lucy rubbed the back of her neck. There was no arguing with genetics or chemistry or whatever it was. She had to stay with him. “I can fix you something.”

“You cook?” He looked her over, clearly suspecting she was either too stupid or too capable of poisoning him.

“Yeah. And not just in bed, either.”

For a moment his face changed from icy scowl to something -- interested? Startled? Different, anyhow. Now! Now he’d know she was the one. But he scowled instead. “I don’t have anything here to cook.”

Burn it, when was the man going to acknowledge her? Lucy almost tapped her foot. “Fine. I’ll go get something.”

“Pizza.”

“Great.” What all night store stocked up something as old-fashioned as pizza? “Listen, buddy, as long as I’m doing this, what’s your name?”

“C.J. Christian Joyce.”

“Yeah, right.” Lucy snorted and then looked again. It was hard to tell if the man was tall when he was huddled on the sofa, but he did look hulking. His face was shadowed but --

“Take a better look.” He clicked on a light, set to dim.

Oooo. He had the café au lait skin most people of polyglot ancestry did. Pretty, but not unusual. However, the blue eyes against the dark skin were startling, even more startling live than when you saw it on the media screen. No one could fake those eyes.

“Whoa. Maybe you really are the infamous AntiChrist.”

The slash of a smile almost warmed up the severity of the face. Burn it, he was handsome. Scary handsome, but handsome. She could see where the nickname came from. She bet other skill players shivered when he directed that look at them. She was lucky he was just annoyed, not enraged. His intensity was almost overwhelming as it was.

“You think I don’t know who I am?”

The vibration in her was almost a buzz, it was so strong now. Despite it not making sense, this guy was the one. He was here. All her body parts were tingling now. She could actually feel moistness between her thighs. She’d never been so aware of her mate before. Burn it, if he didn’t drag her to bed soon, she’d have to drag him.

AntiChrist Christian Joyce. The most famous, wealthiest athlete in the world.

What had the turn done to them this time? And how had it happened? She’d think about that later. Much later.

Rip my clothes off, C.J. Let me bite that tight tush you’re sitting on.

The stupid man just sat there, looking totally unmoved while she turned into a fireball in front of him.

But he did look like he really wanted that pizza. Who would have thought pizza would be so important to someone like him? No matter. She could work with that.

“Fine, Mr. Maybe You’re Really Christian Joyce. I’ll see what I can come up with by way of pizza.”

Jingle Balls
by Judy Mays
www.judymays.com

Fists clenched at her sides, Jessica glared at him. “Shut up and let me out of here. My sister needs me.”

The silly smile never leaving his face, he cocked an eyebrow at her. “Somehow, I think Tanya will probably be in more need of your help than your sister will.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “How about a private show? Thought you wanted to see the North Pole.”

A long exasperated sigh escaped Jessica’s throat, and she wiped a few beads of perspiration from her forehead. Yes, she did want to see the North Pole – and touch and taste and ride it too. But not before she made sure Penny was okay. But first, she had to get six feet of a sexy, almost naked Santa out of her way.

A bead of sweat slid down the side of her face. When did it get so hot in here?

Jessica let her gaze drift down his naked chest – ummm, nice pecs – to his flat stomach and the thin line of dark hair disappearing into the pouch of his G-string. That pouch was definitely starting to look fuller than it had been. And it had been pretty full to start with.

She licked her lips.

She felt her nipples pebble and warmth began to seep between her legs. Damn, but this guy was making her horny.

The Santa hat dangling from his robe pocket caught her eye. Sauntering towards him, she allowed a sexy smile – at least she hoped it was sexy – to appear on her lips. “The North Pole, huh. I must admit, I am intrigued.”

A smile curved his lips, and a quick downward glance confirmed that the North Pole was getting bigger.

Stopping just short of plastering her body against his, Jessica flattened her hands against his chest. Ummm. Just as hard and firm as it looked. She swallowed. Did he taste as good as he looked?

Jessica slid her hands across his chest. What was it she wanted to do? Oh yeah, Penny. Something about Penny.

He settled his hands on her hips and she shivered.

The hell with Penny. She could take care of herself.

“So,” Jessica said,” as she ran her hands up his chest then down his side to the straps of his G-string, “just how big is the North Pole.” She pulled the Santa hat out of his pocket.

“Judge for yourself,” he said as he cupped her ass cheeks with his big hands and pulled her tight against his hips.

A small gasp escaped Jessica and she shivered. Hot damn, but this was one nice-sized North Pole. Lifting the hat, she placed it on his head, lifting her other hand to help settle it correctly on his head. “Well, then Santa, time jingle those bells one more time.”

As soon as she settled the hat on his head, Richard spun around, pushed her against the door, and attacked her mouth with his.

She counter attacked by stabbing her tongue into his mouth, then sucking his tongue into hers.

Their teeth clicked and clashed.

Groaning, he opened his mouth wider, his tongue dancing with hers. His cock was harder than it had ever been and his balls were on fire. Never had he wanted – no needed to bury his dick in a woman so badly.

Somehow, she slipped her hand between them – something he didn’t think was possible considering how closely their bodies were plastered together – and grabbed his cock, her warm hand circling and caressing the head.

“Fuck,” Richard moaned into her mouth. “You’re gonna make me come too soon.”

“Off. Get this damn thing off,” she demanded against his mouth as she jerked at his G-string to the, side and his cock sprang free. “Oh, gods, yes.”

With far more strength than he thought a woman could have, she pushed him back and fell to her knees, immediately sucking his cock into her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, spreading his legs and tilting his head back.

Her tongue was magic; her mouth molten heat as she sucked and nibbled.

He thrust his hips forward, and she sucked him in. His cock slid into her throat.

As she slid her tongue around him, she freed his balls and rolled them in her hands.

It was too much. He had to bury himself inside of her.

Grabbing her shoulders, Richard pushed her mouth back of his cock, slipped his hands under her arms, and lifted her back to her feet. “Clothes. Off. Now.”

He didn’t wait for her to strip. Shoving her sweater up over her breasts, he popped the clasp on the front of her bra, bent, nipped a taut nipple, then sucked it into his mouth.

When he nipped her already tender nipple, Jessica pounded her fist against the door, and the loud thud echoed around the room. Oh, gods, when had she ever wanted a man so much!

She tore at the buttons on her jeans, popping a few in the process. Shoving the jeans down over her hips, she grabbed his cock again.

When he buried his hand between her thighs, she arched into it, and his fingers slipped inside of her. She ground down against them.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

Nuzzling the ball of the Santa hat out of her way, Jessica nipped his ear lobe. “I want you, inside me, now!”

She spread her legs wider, cursing with frustration when the jeans tangled around her ankles wouldn’t let her lift her leg to wrap around his hips. There were drawbacks to wearing boots.

Her tangled jeans weren’t a hindrance to Richard. Cupping her ass, he lifted her against the door, using his knee to spread her thighs as wide as he could, he dropped her onto his steel-hard cock.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Jessica sobbed into his mouth as her internal muscles stretched to accommodate his thick cock. She shuddered when he lifted her and impaled her again.

“Yes, oh yes. Harder. Harder.”

He pounded into her.

Her ass thudded against the door.

“Fuck, you feel great. Twist your hips. That’s it. Faster.”

Jessica nipped his shoulder. “Deeper. Harder.”

His fingers slid down the crack in her ass.

Pressure built.

Jessica sobbed. “Now. Oh, now!”

Richard swivelled his hips and thrust into her. His burning balls were tight against his body, and his cock was ready to explode.

She was squirming and bouncing against him, her tight, wet muscles grasping his cock far more tightly than any other woman’s ever had.

He couldn’t hold back.

When she screamed “Now” he surged upward one last time.

Darkness roiled around them and the lights went out.

Jingle Bites
by Judy Mays
www.judymays.com

The red light continued to flash intermittently around the room.

“Werewolf!” Ruth squeaked as Derek tightened the arm around her waist and cupped her breast with his other hand. “You can’t be a werewolf! That’s impossible!”

He lapped the back of her neck. “No it isn’t.” He licked her again. “Hmmm. You taste like vanilla -- and hot woman.”

Shivers danced up and down Ruth’s spine as he nibbled his way from one side of her neck to the other. She shuddered. “Oh, yes...”

He blew in her ear. “Oh yes, what? Yes, I am a werewolf, or yes, nibble me more.”

Ruth gasped at the third swipe of his hot, wet tongue. “Yes. No. I...”

“Shhhh. Stop talking and just listen.” He squeezed her breast, pinched her nipple. “I am a werewolf. Do you know how I prefer to make love?”

Ruth shook her head. She didn’t trust her voice.

Derek loosened his arm and slid his hand down over her stomach. He cupped her shaved pussy. “I mount them -- from behind. I’ve learned that I can control the thrusts and twists of my hips and cock better if I screw a woman from behind. I can get deeper inside of you.” He slid his fingers between her thighs as he nibbled the back of her neck again. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

She didn’t have the strength to refuse.

“That’s it.” Derek slid a finger inside, pulled it back out, pushed against her clit. “Damn, but that little nub swells up nicely. It’s as hard as my cock. You do like us, don’t you?”

Alastair’s voice interrupted Derek’s explorations. “Derek, get over here. The police are coming to the door.”

Derek lifted his head from Ruth’s neck. “No can do, Alastair. I have a boner the size of the Washington Monument, and there’s no way it’s going down without a good fuck.”

Ruth shivered. Derek’s hips were pushed tight against her ass. The size of the erection he was rubbing against her probably did rival the Washington Monument. From deep within her, a dark thought surfaced. That hard cock could be hers.

She swallowed then moaned when his fingers rolled over her clit.

A loud pounding shook the door. “This is the police. Open up.”

Across the room, Bill looked at his uncle. “What do we do now?”

Derek slid first one, then a second finger into Ruth. “You guys take care of it. I’m kinda busy here.” He nibbled then kissed her shoulder.

More pounding on the door.

Moaning, Ruth dug her fingers into Derek’s hard, muscular thighs.

He chuckled. “Like my fingers do you?” he murmured as he slid them in and out. “Just wait until it’s my cock.”

Ruth clutched his thighs more tightly.

“I repeat,” called a muffled voice, “this is the police. We want to talk to you.”

Alastair crossed his arms over his chest and stepped back. “Let them in, William.”

Grinning, Alastair’s nephew pulled the door open and two police officers, a white male and black female stepped inside, their gazes sweeping the room. Both started and reached for their guns when they saw Derek and Ruth.

Ruth closed her eyes. One of the officers would have to be Carolle.

“They’re watching me finger-fuck you, sweet Ruth,” Derek whispered into her ear. “Shall we give them a real show?” Pulling his hand away from her cunt, he unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang free and bounced against her ass.

Both guns were half drawn. “Get your hands where I can see them, and release that woman immediately!” commanded the male officer.

Carolle jerked her gun free. “Ruth! Are you all right?”

“Anything you say, Officer,” Derek said. Hooking the leg of an overstuffed, wingback chair with his foot, he pulled it over so its back faced the police, lifted Ruth onto it, and positioned her so that her knees were resting against the cushioned arms. As her legs spread wide, he pushed her chest down against the back of the chair, slid his cock into her, and lifted his hands into the air. “Like this?” Swiveling his hips, he screwed his cock deeper.

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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 ever carried inside her heart rose to the surface as she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung tightly. Rose returned the heated kiss with a passion that surprised them both. Clutching his broad shoulders, she pressed closer and gave herself fully to his firm, moist lips.

She felt his desire, hard and insistent against her hip when he backed her against the door. Dipping down, Kody placed one arm around her waist as he devoured her mouth and swung his hips forward to press the hard ridge of his cock against her.

Her moan filled his mouth. Her body answered him back with a surge of her hips. Her fingers scraped through the thick softness of his damp hair. The anger, the heartbreak, the years of wishing for him—it was forgotten as they chased one another’s lips and breathed in the scent of the other.

A strangled groan from Kody’s throat rumbled across Rose’s cheek as his lips burned a path to her neck. Her senses reacted hotly to the flicking thumb over the raised bud of her nipple beneath the thin cotton of her shirt, and to the strong hand at her waist that slipped down to cup a supple buttock. She could barely breathe, let alone open her mouth and insist that he stop. Her head fell back against the door. Her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth sagged open as she relished the touch of his hands on her body and his moist lips nipping at her neck. She shouldn’t be here, but she didn’t care. She just needed to be in his arms for this one, hot moment.

Kody tore at the snap of her jeans, his fingers fumbling to yank down the zipper that stood in the way.

She knew where he was going. Kody always took what he wanted, but she needed to be used. She would pick up her anger when she left his home…but for now? She had paid for this moment with six long years of loneliness. More than ever, she wanted Kody to fuck her hard, to slam into her body until she shuddered with passion. What his rushing fingers promised, was simply too hot to pass up. Her hand slipped through his hair to the back of his neck once more. She tugged his mouth back to her swollen lips just as Kody’s hand slid carelessly between the flat of her belly and the waistband of her bikini underwear in search of her clit. Her knees nearly buckled and her belly muscles tensed. Remembered desire coursed through her, spiraling from her pussy in a hot jagged line to her breasts.

She purred when his hand clamped her mound tightly within the confines of her jeans. Once more he sought her lips, flicking his tongue, sweeping the warm cavern of her mouth with promise when she opened to him. Her gasp echoed around them when he split her wet pussy lips with a thick finger, drew her moisture across her clit, then thrust into her cunt. Her muscles clamped down hard, her fingers pulled at his hair and her hips ground against each plunge, sucking at him harder and harder. Two fingers now, filling her hard and steady. She could barely breathe.

“Come for me, Rose,” he whispered between licks. “God you’re hot and tight.” His fingers worked faster as the pad of his hand ground against her swollen clit. “I want to fuck you, but first this… First I want to feel you shudder in my hand.” He drove his fingers upward, pinning her against the door.

Zombie Jack
by Samantha Winston
Have some fun with the undead~
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http://www.samanthawinston.com

“I was just wondering…” Brianna bit her lip, her voice trailing away.

Jack leaned forward. “What?”

“Well, if you’d give me a private show. You know, practice. I could be your audience.” Brianna spoke fast.

“You can come to the club today during rehearsal.”

“I can’t, I have to work. What about now? Can I get a sneak peek at your show?”

He wondered if he should be shocked. “Right now?”

“Please?” She batted her eyelashes. “I can help you get over your stage fright.”

He hadn’t thought of stage fright. All right. She asked for it. “Do you want music?”

Brianna set her coffee on the table and grinned. “Hold on, let me switch on the radio.”

Music filled the room. He looked around. Something about this was familiar. A faint memory came back and nudged him. He’d already taken his clothes off for Brianna in this room. He closed his eyes and tried to remember more, but nothing else came to him. How strange. Jack faced Brianna, and unbuttoning his shirt, bared his chest. Her mouth dropped open, and she reached up and traced his scar. “Oh, my,” she whispered.

“It’s actually faded a bit since yesterday.” Jack looked down at the Y-shaped scar on his chest and belly.

“Does it hurt?”

“Oh, no. It doesn’t, honest.” He wanted to stand there and feel her light fingertips on his chest, but she gave him a crooked grin. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

He backed away from her, unbuttoning his cuffs. He pulled his shirt off. He must be good at this. Brianna looked like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes widened as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. Slowly.

Brianna started to unbutton her own shirt. Jack missed a step as her hand slipped inside her shirt. His palm suddenly tickled, and he realized he wanted to slide his hand under her shirt and cup her breast. His cock hardened even more.

He started to pull his jeans down over his hips and hesitated.

Brianna uttered a frustrated groan. “Don’t stop now!”

A rush of heat enveloped him, rising from his toes and burning his cheeks. He suddenly found it hard to breathe. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Jack put his hand on his chest. “I feel strange.”

“So do I.” Brianna unbuttoned her shirt all the way down. “It’s a good strange, though.”

“Tell me something. Did we ever make love?” Jack had to know.

A startled look crossed her face, while crimson rushed into her cheeks. “You don’t remember?”

“I don’t remember ever making love,” he said slowly.

“Oh.” Brianna got up and stood in front of him. “Sort of like you’re a virgin.” Her shirt fell open, revealing her breasts. They were round, soft-looking, and had apricot-tipped nipples that darkened and hardened into points as he stared at them.

His new life was getting interesting in ways he hadn’t thought of. The breathless, burning sensation hadn’t left him. If anything, it was getting stronger. His cock was pushing against his pants, and his eyelids felt oddly heavy. He locked his gaze on Brianna’s and pushed his pants lower on his hips. Cool air caressed his body. Closing his eyes, he put his hands out, blindly feeling for her.

Brianna caught his hands and pulled him to her. The shock of her hot skin against his cool skin made him cry out.

“Hush,” she said. He kissed her and ran his hands over her naked body. When had she slipped out of her shirt and pants?

“You don’t wear underwear?”

She giggled. “Not when I sleep.”

He sighed, his lips against hers. There was the faint taste of coffee and mint, and the feel of silk as her lips slid open and her tongue traced a line from one side of his jaw to the other. Warm and cold, hot and cool, her mouth explored his at the same time her hands pushed his pants off the rest of the way while pulling him to her bedroom.

They ended up on her bed. Her body, supple and smooth, and his, hard and tense with excitement, rubbed together. He locked his arms around her and rolled over, pinning her beneath him. His cock nudged her inner thigh, slid into a hollow. The prickle of soft pubic hair tickled the tip of his cock.

“Stand up,” she whispered. “I want to see you.”

Sunlight slanted through the blinds, striping his body like a tiger. He stood up, balanced lightly by her bed, his cock heavy and stiff, pointing at her almost accusingly.

“I remember, even if you don’t.” She sat up and leaned forward, planting a kiss on his cock. Her lips opened, and she took him into her mouth.

Au Naturel
by Mary Winter
Ellora's Cave Publishing
Contemporary Erotic Romance
RELEASE DATE: November 9, 2007
http://www.ellorascave.com/AuthorsBooks.asp?AuthorCode=MW
Copyright 2007. All Rights Reserved.

BLURB:

Reba Dailey thought she had everything she wanted…until a heart attack brought her face-to-face with death. No longer able to continue her high-powered, high-stress job as an advertising executive, her weakened body and near-empty bank account challenge her to discover what—and who—she really wants.

Disappointed more than once by modern medicine, Todd Thorpe owns Healing Hands, a natural healing center where he helps people make the most of their natural energy. People like Reba Dailey. One heated kiss a

Winter's Rose by Ruby Storm Erotic Holiday Contemporary The third book in the WINTER STUD’S Trilogy by Ruby Storm, Ruth D. Kerce and Diana HunterAvailable in ebook formatReleasing in print format December, 2007http://www.rubystorm.net

Winter's Rose
by Ruby Storm
Erotic Holiday Contemporary
The third book in the WINTER STUD’S Trilogy by Ruby Storm, Ruth D. Kerce and Diana Hunter
Available in ebook format
Releasing in print format December, 2007
http://www.rubystorm.net