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Available now! Bellona's War Ribbon
April 6th, 2010 | 
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Love’s Immortal Panthoen 3: Bellona’s War Ribbon
By: Diana DeRicci | Other books by Diana DeRicci
Published By: Tease Publishing LLC
ISBN # 978-1-60767-102-2
| Word Count: 24,900 Heat Index  |
Categories: Paranormal/Horror Time-travel Erotica
Available in: Adobe Acrobat
Price: $1.99
A persistent obsession with a goddess could jeopardize one man’s sanity, or could give him eternal love.
An Ancient Civilizations Professor has hungered for one woman for over twenty years. The only problem–she
hasn’t existed in millenia. When he is swept from modern times to the birth of the Roman Empire, he thinks his
sanity has finally snapped.
All he wants is to have one chance to love her.
If he can win the heart of the Goddess of War, he might find more than any obsession could ever promise.
Excerpt:
Curran’s head ached and his mouth was dry. His room smelled dry and stuffy. He needed to air out his condo again. Rolling over, he tossed an arm upward to capture his free range pillow. Thunder filled the morning. Great. It was Saturday, maybe he’d just stay in bed.
Only…that wasn’t his pillow under his hand. Heavy wool scratched his back and hips as he shifted to find a comfortable position. When had his mattress ever felt so flat? Flexing his fingers, he stroked something hard…hard and stone. Stone?
Blinking, he jerked up on stiff arms and froze.
Shit! We’re not in Kansas anymore. Focusing, he examined his space. Stone walls soared all around him. Flat masonry with dedicated religious carvings, and a single slit window well overhead. He was in some kind of sleeping quarters. Listening, that wasn’t thunder either, but the sound of marching. Thousands marching.
Swallowing with uncertainty, he sat on the edge of his bed, a single layer ticked cot. He was naked. He shook himself. His mind was only playing with him again. Though, like Bellona speaking the night before, this was far more real, well beyond anything he’d dreamed up over the years. “Easy,” he whispered cautiously.
Only… Fuck!
He wasn’t speaking in English anymore!
Lifting his hands, he scrubbed his face. Callouses surprised him. Shudders rocked his shoulders. Faint sounds reached him through the plank wood door. Apparently the only way in or out of his…space? Cell? God if he knew. He knew in a few minutes it would disappear, or he’d wake up, in his own room. He had to. None of this was real. It never had been. Now was no different.
He believed that for about another fifteen seconds.
Standing he stretched and felt his heart pound again. Now this was too much! That was not his cock! Hell, this isn’t my body! Long and lean at thirty-three, the frame of his body now was anything but the tell-tale make-up of a bland college professor. Holding out his hands and arms, ropes of muscle climbed his arms to broad shoulders. A thick chest and lean waist was held up by muscular thighs, and dark, fine hair coated his skin, from his pecs to his navel.
Trembling, he sank to the edge of the bed where he’d awakened.
Dark hair? But I’m a blonde! Curran whimpered helplessly inside. Closing his eyes, he breathed at a measured pace for several minutes, surprised and grateful when his lungs and chest eased and the fear clenching his heart died away.
Looking over his shoulder, he spotted a wooden table with a wash basin and pottery pitcher. Striding over, he poured clear water into the bowl then splashed his face. A few drops hit his chest and he flicked them off, shaking his hands after dousing himself. Bracing his hands on the wooden edge, he counted. Yet when he opened his eyes, the room was exactly as he’d seen when he’d first awakened. Definitely not home.
“You are so screwed,” he muttered. In Latin. His brain wanted to curl up in a corner and quiver. He clearly remembered dragging his sorry ass to bed last night after his meltdown. Clean sheets and a queen bed. What was he missing? Sweeping the interior space there were no answers, but one definite. This was not his room.
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A cat shifter trying to fit into a world that didn’t start as hers. The man who would love and protect her with everything he had.
Mira never expected to find the one man she would grow to trust and love among the human men. Living with humans had grown to be a skill for the Felids. So long as they didn’t expose themselves, they were safe.
Rhys never thought he’d find the love of his life or that she would turn out to be an alien cat shifer. What she could do with her shape was amazing. He vowed to protect her and her people.
Unfortunately, someone has learned of their existence, and is hunting for Mira.
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Alpha Awakening
By: Diana DeRicci | Other books by Diana DeRicci
Published By: Purple Sword Publications, LLC
ISBN # 978-1-936165-34-6
| Word Count: 37,993 Heat Index |
Categories: Vampires/Werewolves Paranormal/Horror Erotica
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, HTML, Mobipocket, Palm DOC/iSolo, Microsoft Reader, Rocket, Epub
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An afternoon spent avoiding his sister places Rush Donovan on a collision course with Fate. Interrupting a possible violent disturbance brings him face to face with the one woman he never wanted to meet.
His mate.
… a beautiful love story. … endearing and well done.
Tina / Two Lips ; 5 Kisses
Out Today! Alpha Awakening!
Alpha Awakening
By: Diana DeRicci | Other books by Diana DeRicci
Published By: Purple Sword Publications, LLC
ISBN # 978-1-936165-34-6
Word Count: 37,993
Heat Index : 4 flames
Categories: Vampires/Werewolves Paranormal/Horror Erotica
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, HTML, Mobipocket, Palm DOC/iSolo, Microsoft Reader, Rocket, Epub
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An afternoon spent avoiding his sister places Rush Donovan on a collision course with Fate. Interrupting a possible violent disturbance brings him face to face with the one woman he never wanted to meet.
His mate.
… a beautiful love story. … endearing and well done.
Tina / Two Lips ; 5 Kisses
Blurb:
Rush walked into his house, hearing the television from the living room.
“Hi!” his sister shouted.
“Hey,” he called back. He went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, but after several seconds, closed it, not finding what he wanted. He wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted, either.
No, that wasn’t true. Rush knew exactly what he wanted. Kay had officially set his world on fire, and he doubted she even knew it. He blew out a frustrated breath. His entire body had been a living ache since he let her drive away.
“What’s that for?” Sheridan asked, slipping up behind him to sit on a bar stool, an eyebrow arched in question. “Have a hard day of nothing?”
Cool tile from the kitchen outward to the rest of the house kept that much from becoming a blistering inferno, but from the inside out, Rush couldn’t tell if it was him burning hotter than a volcano or the summer sunshine heating the house through the windows.
He crossed his arms and leaned back on the hip high counter, not exactly ready to share his find with his sister yet. He was even less able to explain Kay to Sheridan. He couldn’t explain something he didn’t understand himself and do a good job of it, so staying quiet for a few minutes seemed to be the best idea he’d had all week. “Don’t you have a boyfriend somewhere? Or two?”
“Ha. Ha. He’s in Chicago hosting a client.”
Rush knew Brant was in marketing. It was more than he needed to ever know about Sheridan’s love life. The only thing he ever wanted to know was if her boytoys were pack and from whose territory, so when he’s called out for some indiscretion, he knew how to handle it. Sheridan wasn’t a player with young hearts, but an unsettled female could stir up trouble like a hornets’ nest in a high wind.
“What happened to you?” She frowned, meeting his glare while resting her chin on a raised fist. “What’s got your tail in a twist?”
He guffawed. “You would say that,” he accused, foregoing a real answer.
Sheridan shrugged, grinning madly. “Younger sister privileges. Besides, someone has to harass the pack alpha every now and then.”
He smirked. Rush knew his sister was good at it too, and not just because she was his second. “Nothing. There was a ruckus at the Hut. Some guy trying to intimidate his ex.”
“Jerk,” she muttered with a glowering frown.
He felt the same way. “He was.”
Kay on the other hand… He crossed his ankles trying to restrain the pounding throb beneath his zipper. It had been a constant battle since the first sound of her velvet voice that afternoon. It wasn’t a reaction he was used to. It was one reason he’d sat and talked for so long. He’d had a noticeable problem within two seconds after following her mouth on the edge of her cup. Supple, dusky lips that looked soft and delicious, slick with the whipped cream from the top of her coffee. He’d imagined every second of leaning over and licking her clean himself from that moment on. And he hadn’t been limited in his imagination to her lips.
The thought of tasting her lips, the curve of her jaw, the delicate skin beneath her ear and even burying himself in the thick mass of her hair had kept his blood heated and racing through him all afternoon. Smooth skin had teased him, visible beneath the filmy blouse she’d worn. Lithe and delicate, he’d wanted to lick every visible inch, and then find out what wasn’t. More than once, he’d had to forcefully bring himself back to what they were discussing because as much as he’d fought it, he couldn’t ignore what she did to him. Now, after almost an hour and distance, the burn had mellowed, but it was there, like a hidden spark from a wildfire, waiting for the chance to burst into a rampaging blaze all over again.
At one time, he’d waited, prayed and hoped he’d find his mate, his match, the one woman who would stand by his side as a leader to his pack and a companion for him, but after watching his mother wither away following his father to the grave, falling in love had ceased to be that much of a necessity.
Rush had thrown himself into the pack, into raising Sheridan, and his work. At not quite fifteen, it was that or go into foster care for a year and be separated from Sheridan permanently. He refused to let that happen. He had no choice but to pick up the pieces, and with the help of the pack, tie their broken home back together. So far, he thought he’d done a decent job. He’d earned his detective badge the year before, after being on the street force since he was twenty-one. Sheridan was in college learning all that CGI art stuff that he had no hope of understanding. He couldn’t lie, least of all to himself. He wanted Kaisha, but wanting sex and wanting more were different animals to him. One he refused to bend to, the other, his only choice, was to ignore because sex with Kay…
He drew a steadying breath, remembering not to groan with his sister so close. The sex would be incredible. It would be what he’d always craved.
It would be the end of everything he’d worked so hard for.
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Alpha Awakening
Purple Sword Publishing
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An afternoon spent avoiding his sister places Rush Donovan on a collision course with Fate. Interrupting a possible violent disturbance brings him face to face with the one woman he never wanted to meet.
His mate.
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ISBN: 978-1-60737-482-4
Author: Diana DeRicci
Cover Artist: Marci Gass
Price: $4.99
Deena is turning twenty-nine and her friend has given her the best gift, a free pass to Touch, a decadent luxury playground that caters to the rich and famous. Working endlessly to get her business off the ground, this break to play is exactly what she needed. The treatments aren’t half bad either.
Derek, the owner and controlling mastermind behind Touch, has ulterior motives though for getting Deena to Touch. Several months before, he’d discovered the knock-out blonde at a mutual friend’s wedding. Knowing she was dating, he tried to put her out of his mind, yet when her boyfriend leaves in a butcher’s rendition of chopped hearts, Derek lays out the ammunition to win her for himself.
All he needs is his secret weapon: Touch.
Excerpt:
Sylvia held the large envelope in her fingers like a presenter at an awards show, enticing, teasing, and grinning because she knew the secretive act was killing Deena.
Deena frowned but couldn’t find the strength to put much effort into it. She was feeling pretty relaxed, a slight buzz and a sugar high roaming together like the best of friends through her system. “Syl, quit.”
“But it’s your birthday,” Sylvia sang in a high-low pitch, waving the light yellow envelope like a flag over her shoulder, out of reach but oh-so-apparently for Deena. A red velvet cake sat on the plain coffee table with two nice-sized slices cut out. Remnant crumbs on the plates were sitting forgotten now that the wine had been opened. It was a bought cake, which had irked Deena when Sylvia said she wasn’t allowed to bake her own. At least Sylvia hadn’t bought the red velvet cake from one of her competitors.
Playful jazz hummed from the stereo in the corner behind the sofa as the two women gabbed. Sylvia had ribbed Deena a little about working too hard, which was part of the reason Sylvia was at Deena’s. There hadn’t been many chances for girl time lately.
Deena’s wedding cake bakery was in high demand now that she’d hired Nicole Sparks, a specialty baker with an extraordinary talent out of New York’s best pastry school. By adding her delicious range of flavor to Deena’s design and decorating, the pair had become a “hot” commodity for those who could spend the kind of money on one of their cakes. Wedding cakes on that grandiose scale weren’t for the faint of heart. It was a mark of success that Deena had succeeded to this level of demand before she was thirty. And a blessing that all that art training hadn’t gone to waste.
In fact, today was her birthday and she was turning twenty-nine. The teasing light in Sylvia’s sparkling eyes was hard to miss while she held the envelope that was making Deena salivate with anticipation.
No one knew her better than Sylvia. No one bought her birthday cards anymore either.
“I love you, darlin’, but if you don’t hand it over, I’m going to do something dreadfully inappropriate,” Deena drawled in her “dare you” tone of voice the two women had shared since high school.
“Oh? Like what?”
“Hold you down and force-feed you a pound of fondant.”
Sylvia shuddered with a flutter of her eyelashes. “Can I get a guy to help with the spreading?”
Deena’s snicker turned into a laugh. “Evil woman.”
“Love you too.” Sylvia brought the card forward. “Here you go.” She whipped it out of Deena’s grasping reach at the last second. “You have to abide by the card. No cop outs.”
“Huh?” What was that supposed to mean?
“You’ll see.”
“What do you mean I’ll see?”
“We’ll celebrate not only your birthday but the fact that Brian the jerk has left the building.”
The joy dried out of Deena’s expression. “Brian is gone, and he is no longer worth my energy to remember.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that.”
Deena snatched the card out of Sylvia’s hand at the same time she heard her friend’s mumbled “Bastard prick-in-the-mud.” She finally held the card in her hands and couldn’t care less what Sylvia thought or said about her ex-boyfriend. She and Brian had been together for not quite two years when he left in a fit of testosterone-fueled indignation just as her business began to really get off the ground. He hadn’t minded that she was career oriented; in fact, he’d always said it was one of the first things he’d found attractive about her. Apparently he had his limits though, namely when she was working all week then supporting her business at the actual functions to attract clients and interest on the weekends.
He’d accused her of neglect and of intentionally putting everything before their relationship, which hadn’t been true in the least. The final straw had been her Aunt Laura’s wedding. And that cake order had been family. It shouldn’t have mattered at all to their relationship.
The argument they’d had that night after the reception had been awful. She’d never seen it coming, which made the fight that much worse. Accusations had sliced her like ice shards in a violent wind. He’d been hateful, spiteful, and cruel. The things he’d said had shredded her, belittled her. For ignoring him. For taking too much time away from him. For not being there when he wanted or needed sex.
Looking back, Deena realized Brian had been the type who needed to be the center of the universe. The more her business prospered, the more threatened he’d felt. Deena had never been that dependent on any man other than her father.
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Excerpt:
Setting the clip to the side, he did as he’d said, starting with her temples and working in slow, sweeping circles down her neck to her body. She shivered and trembled, and he knew his heart thudded in answer, his eyes widening then drifting shut for just a moment of heavenly bliss at the feel of her beneath his hands. His reactions were telling, like having a bomb explode underneath each fingertip. Opening his eyes, he brought himself back to the dim room. Thankfully she was lying on the cushioned head brace, unable to see the predominantly physical one he couldn’t hide.
The contact of her hair in his hands made his skin sensitive. Silken and sinuous, under the dim lights the long strands, a rich caramel color with sun-streaked highlights, natural by the look of it, ran like water beneath his palms. He could still picture the beauty she had been at the wedding, standing to take photos with the cake she’d personally made for her aunt’s special day. A lovely, fitted, yellow dress had hugged her waist and moved like sunshine all around her. There hadn’t been a woman since to hold a candle to her.
Soon, he felt the flow of the motions energize his hands, and with an oil-slicked palm, he caressed her shoulders and back. He fought to calm his racing heart, his reaction to stroking the smooth expanse of flesh. Positive she was unaware to just how deeply she affected him, he allowed a brief moment to drown in the sensation. Slow breaths told him she was under his spell, absorbed in the feel and pressure as he kneaded muscle and skin into a new level of physical presence. It was the best and the worst kind of torture—to touch her, to finally be with her, but unsure if she felt the connective sparks. He swore he saw them racing from his fingertips up his arms to wind around the nerves beneath his skull.
Standing over her, his hands on the trim, sleek back before him, he envisioned bending over and licking a trail down her spine, stopping at the indent of her ass, a firm, well-shaped beauty he wanted to dig his teeth into. He knew from her client sheet she was five-seven, and if she was an ounce over one-thirty, he couldn’t see it. His hands continued to move in a hypnotic manner over her body. Sweet groans and barely audible gasps of release rose up to his ears as he worked his fingers into her spine.
“That is heavenly,” she slurred.
“Thank you.”
Replenishing his liquid ammunition, he moved beyond the bottom edge of the white towel, flipping it back on itself by an inch or two exposing the back of her toned thighs. She didn’t have to know that it was a liberty he was taking. She would love the outcome.
With firm hands, he massaged and rolled down her thighs, long and supple legs, all the way down to her feet. Then, one at a time, with the scented cream, he massaged her feet, easing his long fingers around them like a clay sculptor creating a masterpiece.
“You’re on your feet a lot?” he asked casually, molding his thumbs with a little more pressure into her arch, soothing the tender spots. He knew what she did. Sylvia hadn’t been able to withhold every detail under his questioning. Low groans were tearing his insides apart as he worked over each foot, counting cute, light pink polished toes.
“All day long usually,” she replied, sounding far away.
She was a hard worker. Another point proven. “This will help,” he explained.
When he was satisfied, he returned to her side, adding a fresh dollop of oil to his fingers to massage her thighs again. Her breath hitched but only briefly, her length virtually melting into the table, as he created more magic. He teased at her supple body, caressing tempting expanses of silken thigh. Starting at the back of her knee, he lightly kneaded, ending at the edge of the towel. Repeatedly working his attentions higher, feeling her body’s reaction, and catching his breath with every twitch of her growing arousal. She quivered beneath his fingers, but relaxed, almost in a trance of pleasure, both physical and erotic. Her fingers and toes arched and clenched as he moved over her body, joining in tandem with her slowly deepening moans.
At the moment, he didn’t care if she realized the sparking sensations were because of the attraction he couldn’t deny or because of her state of mind. At some point, this appointment had gone from proving if the undeniable physical pull created by this woman was real to needing so much more.
He drew a slow breath, heavy-lidded eyes following his hands, seeing nothing except her gorgeous body lying in front of him. Derek knew he was in over his head and about to break every rule in the book, but about thirty seconds ago, he’d ceased to care.
Excerpt: (Adult)
“Deena?”
“Hmm?” Languorous and drowsy, she barely answered him.
“Your choice of relaxation methods was one I’m not familiar with.” Drifting his hand between her relaxed thighs, closer to the pulsating heat of her mound still hidden beneath the safety of the towel, he almost died on the spot. Knowing what he should have expected, his blood raged with a renewed shock at the silken expanse of baby-soft smooth skin all along her thigh the higher he went. Was she bare? His mouth salivated, and he swallowed. Hard. Thank God he’d had the foresight to not put cameras in every massage room. “But I don’t want you to leave dissatisfied with our services.”
“Methods?” she mumbled, obviously trying to make the connection with a brain that was mush.
“Is this what you meant?” he asked, trying to even his voice out as he pressed delicately to the heat of her smooth flesh with an oiled palm. He slid the towel to her side, exposing her completely. The divine beauty of her body stole the last sane thought he had.
“Oh!” Shock made her voice stronger, but she was boneless on the table. He waited. Boneless was one thing. Feeling helpless was another. The oiled heat of her body was reaching up to him, wrapping around him like a fine scarf in winter. Over his nose and mouth, making him dizzy with need.
“Let me please you,” he managed over a thick tongue. A shudder rolled down her body.
“This isn’t a common offer, is it?” Her words were confused, trying to understand.
“No, Deena. This is for you, because you asked for the method.” Only a partial lie, a play on words that she herself had written. He was dying to feel her orgasm after having his hands all over her body for the last hour.
His eyes had almost fallen out of his head when he’d seen that one written word: orgasms. At first he believed he’d imagined it because he’d thought of little else when it came to Deena. It was a perfect opportunity, albeit a stolen one. He’d take it and run like a thief.
After a minute’s hesitation, she relaxed and actually spread her thighs for him, lifting her hips to press into his palm.
He didn’t ask twice, slowly working the oiled heat of his palm over her slit, feeling the way her body trembled and arched against his motions. He wished he could take her the way he’d craved since that fateful day all those months ago, but her ex had done a real number on her.
So much so that Sylvia had become extremely worried over her. Unable to wait for time to cure her heart, he’d made a deal with Sylvia to get Deena to the spa. He was going to do much more than heal her heart, given the chance. He was going to awaken her body.
He slid his palm over her pussy, and she moaned, the sound low and aching. He wanted her to turn over, to find her with his mouth, and devour her in all the ways he knew he could, but he wasn’t ready for her to see him yet. He didn’t want any connection made to him as one of the guests at Laura’s wedding, because that would too easily lead back to Rafael then Sylvia and the whole set up to get her to Touch. It was too possible for her to realize who he was, since she was at his spa, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He would tell her, but not now. It was too soon. He didn’t want his reputation and wealth to make the first impression. For now, he only wanted her to know him as André when she did finally see his face, to protect her if this was the only time he should have with her.
By the heat beneath his hands, he sincerely doubted he was imagining this. She’d find out about Derek Richards in due time. He wasn’t thrilled with the lie, but he wouldn’t risk hurting her if he was wrong about this attraction, if she didn’t feel the same, because he knew he wanted her. He felt on fire from just the hour they’d spent together already.
Releasing today: Passions!!
Passions
By: Diana DeRicci | Other books by Diana DeRicci
Published By: Tease Publishing LLC
ISBN # 978-1-60767-092-6
| Word Count: 15,000 Heat Index 5 |
Categories: Erotica Contemporary
Available in: Adobe Acrobat
Price: $1.99
When love comes in not one but two packages, can Travis hold them together when pride dares to rip them apart?
Avery and Kaitlyn are Travis’s every fantasy come to life. Fun, energetic and both are attracted to Travis. Silently, he’s been lusting for the best friends for months. Passions explode when the ladies take control and awaken all their hidden desires. But when an old flame rises out of Kaitlyn’s past, the line between love and pride is challenged. Can Travis prove he is the man they both want, the one man they both can love even when love was never part of the no strings attached plan?
Excerpt:
Gratefully, the limo slowed then stopped, the door popping open in front of the club doors.
“Awright!” He smiled at Avery’s eagerness. “I love this kind of service.”
“You love any kind of service,” Kaitlyn shot back winding an arm through one of Travis’s once all three stood on the walk. Avery did the same.
Avery looked up at Travis through thick lashes, her brown eyes glimmering in the neon. “I love being serviced,” she purred, her lips moving with a sheen that made him want to reach down and devour. Then the meaning of her words hit him. Shit!
Travis managed to swallow the gulped exclamation. He focused ahead. “Ladies,” he encouraged, getting them through the doors before he tossed them back in the limo and stripped them both.
Avery lifted a hand, pointing out a perfect table through the darkened interior. Multi-colored lights glinted off of walls and furniture, sparking like indoor fireworks. The club was busy but hadn’t quite reached packed yet. It wouldn’t take long on a Saturday night.
“What do you desire?” he asked, immediately shaking his head at his own choice of words. He usually wasn’t the king of lost blatant opportunities. He followed Avery, sliding onto the leather and chrome shadowed booth, with the girls flanking him. Two hot and sizzling glances destroyed his efforts in the limo. He was hotter and harder than a steel rod laying in coals under his jeans zipper. Avery teased her lip with a flickering tongue and he did groan, glad the thumping music hid it. This was going to be a night of torture. He just didn’t know if he was going to love it or hate it yet.
Travis waved over one of the drink waitresses through the growing throng, giving their order than wrapped his arms around the girls again, fighting like hell to relax, or at the least, fake being nonchalant. After the drinks arrived, he asked them, “Dancing later?”
Avery nodded and Kaitlyn smiled in agreement, pulling the straw from her drink to slide into her lush mouth, wrapping her tongue around it, letting it disappear back and forth with slow momentum. He blinked.
Okay, now that was pretty clear, he thought. He swore he’d been imagining the teasing looks, the way lingering fingertips had caressed him on the drive to the club, blaming it all to a much too active imagination and a lust for these two that went way off the charts. Then he jerked up straight. While he’d been enthralled watching Kaitlyn working the straw like a wet dream pro, Avery’s hand had slid into dangerous territory, rolling over the bulge in his jeans.
He sucked in air, then fighting the shudders rocking his chest grabbed his beer and slammed half of it in three gulps.
Fuckin’ A, he wanted these two. Glancing at one then the other, he caught the heat in their eyes watching him, trading sultry promising looks and wicked little grins back and forth between themselves and slowly the light bulb began to glow. Two women, into each other, who both wanted him. And shit, did he want them. He’d craved them practically since the minute they’d jogged up to him and started talking to him with their tight little shorts and sweat-drenched tops.
The shudder that rolled down his body telegraphed to both of his dates. “Ooh shit,” he breathed. He closed his eyes swallowing hard, praying harder, praying like never before that he was right and if he was, ready to thank any god responsible. “Both of you?” They nodded, not even pretending to not understand.
“But let’s have fun tonight,” Avery drawled, lowering her lashes as her hand cradled his cock, her fingers slipping south to form completely around his shape, massaging lightly. “The night is young.”
“God,” he groaned. “You’re both sexier than hell.” The words fell out in a growl because Kaitlyn’s hand had also disappeared under the table. It began a slow meander up his abdomen, fluttering as if unable to decide its destination.
“It’s called che-mis-try,” Kaitlyn teased throatily, sending more sparks down his spine. “You are one hot thing too.”
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The Librarian’s Secret
By: Diana DeRicci | Other books by Diana DeRicci
Published By: Tease Publishing LLC
ISBN # 978-1-60767-047-6
| Word Count: 27,000 Heat Index |
Categories: Erotica Contemporary
Available in: Adobe Acrobat
Victoria’s life is ordered and secure. She has buried the nightmares of her youth in the deepest part of her psyche. Yet no amount of control can keep her life from changing when Cory steamrolls his way into her private world. Her professional and aloof exterior melts with the heat he ignites within her and in spite of her mind telling her no, her heart wants everything he offers, everything she has believed herself unworthy of receiving.
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a seriously good read … this one does not disappoint.
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Animal Instinct by Paige Tyler Every Girl Wants a Guy Who’s an Animal in Bed! Artist Heidi Gibson is spending the summer up in Anchorage doing some painting when she gets attacked by a crazed wolf. She is rescued by golden- eyed wildlife biologist Luke McCall, who calmly informs she has been bitten by a werewolf and will turn into one during the next full moon. Thinking he’s obviously out of his mind, she can’t get away from him fast enough. When strange things start happening to her, however, she begins to think the ruggedly handsome biologist could be right. Not knowing what else to do, she goes to Luke and is stunned to discover that he knows so much about werewolves because he’s one himself. As Luke teaches her what she needs to know about being a werewolf, Heidi finds herself falling hard for the Alaskan hunk. But while they’re intent on each other, the werewolf that attacked her comes back into the picture, and he’s not exactly happy that another of his kind is trying to take the woman he believes is his rightful mate. Can Luke and Heidi’s attraction overpower the jealousy of the rogue werewolf? Buy it at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!
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Blurb:
Agent Jonas Dreyer has been working night and day to intercept valuable memory chips before they are delivered into the wrong hands. A happily confirmed bachelor with good reason, he never expects for the woman who is struck by his suspect in a wild foot chase to be the one, his mate.
Neither do they expect her to be targeted as the only person who may know where the vanished chips may be.
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Excerpt:
Stacee squealed, hit for the second time by the solid body of a guy like she was interviewing for the tackling dummy position of an entire football squad.
“This has got to stop,” she muttered, disregarding the fact that she was hiding in his shoulder, shaking. His hand and body cradled and covered her with his protective breadth as the last of the window fragments settled around the pair on the floor.
“Which part? The bullets or the drama?”
She chuckled into his shoulder. Damn, she liked his humor. “Getting laid out like a pancake. It’s hard on a girl’s body.”
He made a sound of admiration. He held her close, one palm wrapped around her head to protect her from falling glass, his other on her hip as he covered her entire body with his length. He flexed his hand on her hip and she couldn’t help but feel every single movement. Searing heat pressed against her possessively now that she had enough air in her lungs to feel his body. The hard wall of his chest covered her completely and she couldn’t help but notice just how solid that wall was against her. His weight pressed into her, forming against her. The tender sensation of his hand against her scalp belied the strength she felt everywhere else. A wild flutter hit her stomach and sank lower as her nerves reported back every little detail about his body against hers.
“Depends on who the girl is, in my mind,” he replied against the shell of her ear in a low growl that was anything but professional. His breath bathed her nerves with a zinging shock as he whispered those slow words into her ear. The rumbled sensual depth of it made her blood run hot. That flutter intensified into its own earthquake and a shiver rocketed down her length. Her heart jumped and tripped for a completely different reason than being shot at. She could feel every inch of his tensed length and even in the most inappropriate of moments, it was hard not to take notice. Where he lay above her, the hard outline of his cock was pressed deliciously against her thigh. She felt herself begin to smolder with desire.
“Don’t move,” he warned her, his voice neutral again. Thankfully popping her lust-filled bubble. She had to be out of her mind to be thinking about him like that at a time like this!