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Will this Elven warlord be conquered by lust? Cast out by an usurper to her clan’s throne, warrior Silver SanMartin throws herself at the mercy of her compelling enemy, Jet Atraud. The sexy warlord rules his Elven clan with an iron fist, but Silver finds she lords some power of her own. Jet can’t keep his eyes-or his hands-off his lovely captive. In a battle to gain self-control and maintain his ten-year oath of celibacy, Jet tries to focus on the task at hand-conquering the enemy clans. Despite his strong will and best intentions, Jet cannot ignore his growing love for Silver. But can a sworn enemy be trusted? Warning, this book contains graphic sexual content and language. |
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Deep in the Mayan jungle, a brooding archaeologist searches for the lost tomb of a Jaguar King, but finds more danger and erotic passion than in his wildest fantasies. Deep in the wilds of the Yucatan jungle among the Mayan ruins lays the tomb of Shield Jaguar, once King of Pacal. Professor SinJin Twaine is a dark mysterious man, a renowned archaeologist who has spent years looking for the tomb. And at long last, he seems to have succeeded. Tamara Martin jumped at the chance to work with SinJin, jokingly known as the Ivy League Beast. Expecting a white haired, eccentric old man, Tam isn’t prepared for the sexy, compelling, complicated young man she’s been hired to assist. As the pair uncover the secrets of the tomb, the “curse of Pacal” seems to be more truth than legend—is the enemy sabotaging the dig real, or otherworldly? Tam and SinJin fight their hopeless attraction for one another in a battle of words and wits, until Shield Jaguar himself unites the couple from his eternal vantage point. Warning: contains graphic language, graphic sex, very mild violence |
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| The greatest Elven Wizard fights to free Anfall of an ancient evil, and fights his love for the woman destined to marry his brother. In the ancient, enchanted land of Anfall, wizards are dying out just when they are most needed to defend their world. Kasmarin is the Prince Adept, a warrior wizard who has selflessly taken on the responsibility to defend the kingdom with his magic. He is bound by his sense of honor and by tradition, and bound by his oath to find a gifted woman to marry the King. Lauren Emory, a New Yorker, crosses to Anfall to search for her brother, Tim. Pegged as the perfect match for the King, Kasmarin kidnaps her for his brother. A second brother, Sennsarin, tutors Lauren in her magic as the band risks all to rescue Tim Emory. Humor and danger mix in this classic romantic fantasy with a theme of star-crossed lovers. This book has been previously published Warning: contains graphic language, graphic sex, very mild violence. |
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| An erotica writer pens a tale of medieval lust and suspense to catch the interest of the man of her dreams. With her New Age shop Raven's Cave making money, Jennifer knows that she will be able to keep her beach home where she had lived with her ex-husband. But the victory feels hollow, the house no longer a home as a new divorcee. She secretly desires her ex's younger foster brother, Shawn. With Shawn's annual visit imminent, Jennifer doesn't want to let her attraction to him become obvious. Shawn has concealed his own deep feelings for her, as he thinks he is just a dull scientist and not worthy of her affection. But when he reads an erotic romance written by Jennifer, Shawn wonders if she has experienced or just fantasized about any of the sexual situations. When Shawn finishes reading Jennifer's story, he wonders if the character of Simon could possibly be based on him. He feels certain Jennifer doesn't perceive him this way, but it would be his dream-come-true if she did care for him like Gwyneth cares for Simon. Will Shawn find the perfect words to express his true feelings for Jennifer when the opportunity arises? Warning: contains graphic language, graphic sex. |
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| A haunted-to-the-rafters inn. A haunted heart. A sexy Irish ghostbuster must face both before he can love one woman. Key West. An island of green on turquoise waters, populated with poets, artists, drifters, Jimmy Buffet fans-and the most stubborn ghosts imaginable. When psychic and all-around sexy Irishman Trent Light takes on the challenge to ghost-bust Calloway House, he encounters something more than your normal, haunted-to-the-rafters inn. He butts heads with the spirit of Emily, a flapper with a sordid past and short fuse. Emily’s guardian angel won’t let her cross to the other side until the infamous “Hemingway Mystery” is solved-a mystery Emily caused during her own lifetime. Trent locks horns with another stubborn woman, inn owner and Key West newcomer Julie Calloway. Frustrated that the sexy Julie isn’t satisfied with being just his lover, yet unable to leave nor to commit to her, Trent is at his wits’ end. And then there’s that sentient Parrot that won’t shut up. It’s a tough assignment, but Trent and Julie steam up the tropics as they try to solve the mysteries of Key West, of love, and of redemption. Warning: contains graphic language, graphic sex. |
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| Passion and danger on a collision course with the Mayan Underworld. If you found an antique journal with the map to the Mayan Underworld, would you follow it? If you're Tyre "Indiana" Rasmussen, you would. Tyre's reputation for unorthodox treasure hunting is matched only by his reputation for breaking hearts. The ever-professional Troya Twamley is determined to get her hands on the secret journal of a great explorer, even if that means joining forces with the sexy renegade and his oddball crew. Tyre and Troya think they're about to discover an ancient treasure, but instead find a horror that might end their torrid affair-and their lives. Warning: This story is graphic! Do not read if you dislike hot naked archaeologists doing the Mayan horizontal mambo, exotic locales, and spine-tingling suspense. If breathing and pulse rate increase, seek help immediately. |
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| The bad boy Elf of Anfall shifts his way into a Texas Ranger's heart. Princes of Anfall Book 2 Prince Senn of Anfall has earned his rep as the player in the family-until one woman, a Great Lander, brings him to his knees. Tara, one of only two gifted shapeshifters left in Anfall, is all Senn craves. Though he could do without her don't-mess-with-Texas attitude. A newcomer to Anfall, Tara has a lot on her plate as she hides from her abusive husband, learns the truth of her heritage and deals with the sparks that fly between her and Senn as he helps her explore her shapeshifting gifts. But before they can give in fully to the mutual temptation, the Spirit has predestined a little more work for the royals of Anfall and their friend Tim Emory. Senn, Tara and their companions Tim and Luke must rescue little brother Palin from a new evil. And the ultimate dysfunctional family must face their inner demons as well. It's business as usual in Anfall-sex, misunderstandings, magic, danger and a whole lotta love. Explicit sex with hot shapeshifting elven princes, graphic language describing the explicit sex with hot shapeshifting elves, mnage a trios (with a hot elf), mild violence, scary evil sorceress. |
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| Loveits the real thing. And complicated as hell
Archeologist Eliza Schneider assumes her meeting with an exotic stranger in the Egyptian desert was a heat-induced hallucinationuntil he materializes in New York. She has to give the tall, handsome Egyptian high marks for originality with his pick-up line: theyre fated to save the world together. The master/servant thing goes a long way toward sweeping her off her feet, but its easier to believe hes just another in her long line of poor romantic choices.
Kasdeya, the Fifth Satan, waited eons for his Keeper to find her way to his tomb amongst the ancient ruins. He only has a limited time to convince Eliza that her role is critical to help defeat the loathsome Deumos, a female demon who has laid her claim to bearing his childa child that will bring down mortals.
Trouble is, Eliza doesnt even believe Kasdeya is real. If he cant convince her he isnt an illusionand neither is their loveDeumos will win.
Warning: This book is not work safe! May cause hot fantasies about sexy immortals and lead to poor productivity. |
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From the shade that brought little relief, she gazed out over the shimmering landscape marred by the broad trenches her team had etched during days of hard labor. Screw it. Ill give it just a few more tries, she swore. Eliza wiped her brow and brought her scarf back over her mouth before stepping into the blazing heat.
Her leg muscles protested in agony as she bent to pick up her shovel and stepped into the trench. For the hundredth time, she visualized the manuscript and the map that pointed to this very spot at the northeast end of the temple. With the little strength she had left, she lifted sand from the trench, small bit by bit. The compulsion to drive on, to dig down, stirred her soul and strengthened her resolve. Something had led her to this point, and if she had to die trying, she would finish the job.
Yes.
Stunned at the deep raspy male voice on the wind, she turned in all directions to see who had joined her. She was alone. So, the heat had taken a serious toll. She was hallucinating. Thats a new one. I dont think I like it.
Keep digging.
Damn, even my imaginary voices are bossy. Two more shovelfuls, she swore. The clank of metal against metal sent a shock up her arms, and she fell back to the sand with a squeal of triumphant joy. Crawling to her knees, she brushed at the sand with her gloved hands until she felt the object. She pulled off her gloves and brushed away more sand to reveal an ornately carved ring, the size of a large doorknocker.
Even with her vision clouded by the sunlight and whipping sand, Eliza knew the workmanship wasnt ancient Egyptian, but more recent. Her heart raced with her mind. That makes sense, she thought. The ring would probably date to the time of the manuscripta few hundred years AD.
She dug her heels into the sand and pulled at the ring. It didnt budge. She brushed away more sand frantically, not understanding why the small object was stuck.
Pull, yes, pull!
Shut up, jerk, she chastised her hallucination. Im doing my best.
With one deep intake of breath, she laced both hands in the ring and leveraged her legs until they burned with exertion. Then she pulled with every remaining ounce of strength.
The ring popped out of the sand, and with it, a lid to a golden box. As she leaned to look into the box, which was quickly filling with sand, a blast of spicy cool air pushed her back to the ground.
Frankincense, she thought numbly, trying to regain her composure. It must be a box of spices. How disappointing.
A shadow blocked the sun as Eliza crawled to her knees, and she stared up, shielding her eyes at the unmistakable male outline before her. He towered over her, and while she couldnt make out his features, it was clear he was not one of her crew. His long black hair brushed his massive shoulders. He was naked except for a thin cotton wrap flowing around his waist.
Wordlessly, he held out a hand as if to help her to her feet. She scrambled backwards, fearful of his size, stunned by his sudden appearance.
Where did you come from? Her words were barely audible in the wind, her mouth parched and throat raspy. But he heard her.
Eliza, my servant. His voice rolled on the wind, the voice of her hallucination.
Excuse me? Who the hell are you and what the hell do you mean by calling me your servant? She pushed herself to her feet and took in his features from a yard away. Her legs nearly failed her. He was exotic, beautiful, with a presence that made her stomach churn in excitement and fear. A golden tattoo circled one arm in an ornate script. His chest was bare, bronze, and massive.
He reached out impatiently with his hand again, in silent command for her to take it.
No way, mister. Im not alone here, you know.
Eliza. Attend to me.
What was the accent? Not modern Arabic. Oh, hell, had she stumbled on some sleeper cell of bad guys out in the desert? Was he going to take her to his training installation as a hostage, or sell her into slavery?
She scrambled out of the trench in the direction of her teams camp, but he was on her in an instant. With a hand on each shoulder, he forced her to face him. Eliza struggled, terrified now, clearly at his mercy.
He locked his deep gaze on hers for a moment before pulling her to his body, clutching her in an iron embrace. The heady aroma of frankincense and the contact with his bare skin made her lightheaded.
Who are you? she whispered.
I am your master, Kasdeya. But I am also your servant. You are my Keeper, he leaned in and whispered into her ear. His breath sent chills to her scorched body. I have waited too long for you.
In terror, she looked up into his black eyes, seeing her own reflection for a moment. Not Eliza, filthy dirty archaeologist in khakis and boots, but Eliza in a gown of thin gold, with a torc of light circling her neck. As he pressed his lips to hers, her world, the heat and her fear misted across the sand, shimmering like an oasis. He scooped her into his arms and pushed her head to his shoulder firmly.
All will now be well. It wasnt a reassuranceit was a call for silence, for acquiescence. Deep inside, a call to question him, to scream or fight, gave way to his scent, to the stupor he cast on her. I want this. Whats wrong with me? Why do I want this?
Yes. He hissed in pleasure at her submission. The real Eliza would be angry, fighting furiously to flee, she thought. But this Eliza barely cared what happened, except that KasKas-somebody carried her to shade and brushed the back of his hand against her burned cheek, cooling her whole being.
Why do you need so much healing, little one? Why has my Keeper ignored her needs? That will end now. Do you understand?
Sure, whatever you say. Ill get a check-up and manicure as soon as I get home. Can I have some water first? Im so damned thirsty
No cursing! His breath brushed Elizas ear, and she realized that he now spoke aloud, and sounded a bit less pleased.
Well, I cant live to take care of myself if I die of thirst. Priorities, you know?
Why are you arguing with me? You should not be able to resist me.
Eliza tried to move her head from his shoulder, but he pushed her firmly against his skin. The fog clouding her senses lifted enough to let in a bit of fear, and the clear sense that something was extremely strange.
They had reached the temple interior, only minutes earlier covered in sand and granite rubble. Eliza cried out at the splendid, intriguing refuge in the desert, now a temple to luxury, with silk curtains blowing in a cool breeze, exquisitely crafted carpets strewn with colorful pillows and throws, and gold and silver decanters and cups and bowls, overflowing with fruits, wine, water and exotic flower petals.
Hes a genie, and I opened his bottle!
He growled in annoyance. Genie indeed. This is mortifying. Why have you broken our bond, cast aside your longing to be with me? How is it possible?
Look, Im obviously having some kind of hallucination, so dont blame yourself for how its going. Put your mortification aside and drop me.
As you wish. He unceremoniously plopped her onto a mound of cushions and sat cross-legged by her side, chin propped in one palm. He studied her intently, alternating expressions of anger and confusion switching on and off his gorgeous face.
Eliza backed up like a crab, never letting him out of her sight. She reached behind to a low table and grabbed a cup of cool water, and then a second.
We were to wed today. His words rushed out, as if he were testing his own sense now.
You arent very bright, are you? And I have no one to blame, because youre my hallucination. Youre damned good-looking, though.
Cursing again.
Sorry.
By now we should be in the throes of grand passion, coupling in the ecstasy Ive yearned for these many decades. Suckling on your wonderful nipples, clawing at one another as I pound my seed to your womband so forth and so on.
So forth and so on? Eliza sat against a pillar, wondering why it seemed to sway with the beat of her heart. So forth and so on. She broke into a sweat.
The rest, of course.
Of course. You might remind me, in detail, about what so forth and so on involves, as Ive had a bit of a shock today.

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She holds the key to unlock his pastor unleash hell.
Sidra Patmos has the ability to see the real underbelly of lower Manhattana horrifying world where wraiths, demons and a few quirky mortals battle for supremacy. Desperate, she seeks out a paranormal researcher to tell her why her life is a waking nightmare.
Instead of answers, her meeting with the dark and irresistible Van Barlowe unleashes a chain of events far more dangerous than her blackest visions. And a desire she can barely manage to hold at arms length.
After three desperate centuries, Van has finally found the AlchemistSidra. Somewhere locked deep inside her lies the knowledge that will rescue his family from ruin. The only way to reawaken her abilities is to hold his enemies at bay long enough to convince her to step through the mists of time.
Redemption waits there, and a timeless bond ignited by the undeniable pull between them. The missing ingredient: Sidras willingness to risk that Vans attraction runs deeper than sexual chemistry
Warning: This book is not work safe! Reading about sexy immortal heroes and feisty demon hunters getting it on can minimize productivity, increase daydreaming and lead to frustration eating. |
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Sidra, its me. SLIman.
She froze in her tracks, her blood turning icy. No, impossible. He had said he was forty, a little heavy and balding.
I dont know what youre talking about. Sidra heard the quiver in her own voice.
Please allow me to introduce myself properly. My name is Donovan Barlowe. We made an appointment last night to meet here to discuss our shared interests and experiences.
Turning back toward him, Sidra reached for the back of the booth to steady herself as she slowly sat, clutching her purse to her chest with trembling hands.
Weve written to each other every night. I told him so much. All the time this man, this god, listened, consoled and counseled me?
He nodded as if he had heard her thoughts. Please call me Van. Before you ask, you have some explaining to do yourself. I really didnt think a disabled grandmother would want to meet in a SoHo bar at midnight. Not such a sophisticated cover, SLIgirl.
I suppose not. Its only that
A girl cant be too careful. Especially one who looks likeyou. Van ran his gaze slowly down her body again and settled on her eyes, shaking his head slightly.
Like what? What do I look like? Sidra cursed silently for asking, for hungering to know what he thought of her. There you go again, she heard her mothers voice.
Ah, youre on a fishing expedition, then? Surely youre used to stopping traffic with that face and body? Trust me, Im as surprised as you are, love. Very pleasantly surprised.
I hardly think so.
Sidra sipped at the martini and concentrated on the beads of moisture running down the sides of the glass. Look at anything but him. Dont do anything stupid.
Dont say a word.
Of course, youve been on the site, in the chatroom, seen the nonsense the others write. Half of them are nuts, dont have the power at all.
The power?
Van extended his hand, and Sidra shook it as forcefully as she could. Im happy to finally meet you in person, Sidra. Its probably best if we discuss things at my place.
At your place? Youre out of your mind. I agreed to meet to talk about problems I thought we shared, not to hook up for a quickie. How many women fall for this, Mr. Barlowe? Sidra wondered if it were possible Van stalked women on the Internet to lure them into meeting him. Why would a guy who looked like him need to do that? For kicks? Then he really was a deviant.
We do share those problems, as you call them. I prefer to think of our powers as gifts. Of course, one persons gift may be anothers curse.
Its clear you prey on vulnerable women searching for help with theirissues. I find that revolting. Im not vulnerable, and youll have to find another sucker.
Van reached across the table and cupped both her hands in his. A jolt of energy shot up her arms and she flinched, but he clutched more tightly, leaned close to her, and lowered his voice to a sensuous whisper.
When you leave, what will be different? Where will you go? Who will help you? His voice wound into her chest and squeezed until she was breathless.
I dont need your help, she muttered.
There are more of them all the time, arent there? You see them more clearly with each appearance. Youre frightened, and its not easy to frighten you. Its your choice, Sidra, but I can help you.
Sidra closed her eyes to steady herself. The electricity from his hands made her feel slightly faint and the flutter of butterflies in her stomach turned to a wave of nausea as she thought of themthe spirits. More of them all the time, yes. At home, on the street, in the park, even in daylight now. The shapes, the horrifying, threatening, grey phantoms. Sidra fought back tears as she met his eyes. He looked so sympathetic, so concerned. Perhaps she could trust him? She had been ready to trust an aging researcher, but not someone young, sexy and confident.
He ran his thumb along her wrist before letting go of her hands. Dont fall for this Sidra. Its not safe. Hes not safe.
Yes I am.
Her eyes shot open in disbelief to find him smirking, full lips pulled to one side in amusement. How could he have read her mind?

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| Guess whos coming to dinnerfangs and all?
Professor Nefertari Smith, daughter of the Fifth Satan, may have just met her match. And, evidently, hes a stalker.
Though she takes great pains to hide her immortal condition, it didnt stop intensely handsome DNA researcher Jasper Grayson from finding his way to her door. If Mr. Tall-dark-and-handsome learns of her demon heritage, he may expose her family to notoriety they cant afford.
Jasper isnt looking for a test subject. Hes looking for a life partner who can last more than a few paltry decadesan essential quality for a vampires mate. Taris genetic profile excites him in more ways than one. He just needs another sample of her DNA to be sure she is his match. And he knows a highly pleasurable way to get it.
One kiss, and suddenly the haze of lust makes it hard to remember the warning about vampires and other immortals. But soon the consequences of their union are all too clear. Taris immortality is draining awayalong with her life.
The only way to save her is to face her father with the truthand pray the Fifth Satan is in a good mood.
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Professor Smith, come here. Grayson patted the spot next to him on the loveseat. Please.
Damn.
Right. We both know that wasnt a dog at your window. Nor an ex-girlfriend of mine. I think Ive put you in danger. And since Id like to continue dating youor start dating youId like you to live a while longer.
I think youre a little confused and unnecessarily worried. Tari sighed and plopped next to Grayson. Youd like to date me? I thought this was about my DNA.
Im not much of a worrier, and Im rarely confused, but I must say you seem to have pushed my boundaries on both.
Tari dared to look into his beautiful hazel eyes, which softened a bit when she did. You know about the bet on campus? The female professors think youll be voted sexiest man alive before you win a Nobel Prize. Isnt that funny? Youre not laughing.
Is that supposed to be flattering? I guess it is. Whats your bet?
About even. Go ahead, what do you want to know? Oh, never mind, Ill tell you. Her name is Samantha. I call her Sam.
Who?
Thething. Tari thumbed towards the window. The thing that sent you running in here. Sam has been with me for as long as I can remember. You know how many children have imaginary friends? They say its a sign of intelligence, really. In my case Are you sure? This means the end. Another move, another job. And no Grayson. Youll just drift into the night, and hell never find you. What a shame, look at him.
Its yours? I thought it was mine. Now he really looked upset. It hadwell, you know, teeth.
I saw that. She takes on different looks, depending on whatshe Icy fingers crawled up Taris back and gave her gooseflesh. No. Ridiculous.
Go on. He narrowed his eyes and leaned closer.
Samantha warns me when she thinks I might be in danger. Sometimes shell take the form of the danger.
Im not dangerous. Not to you. He waved away the notion impatiently. Not to anyone, at least not anymore. I haventdone thatin a long time.
Done what? Who are you?
Grayson sniffed out a little laugh and laced his fingers in a strand of Taris hair, pulled it to his nose, and rubbed between his fingers. Youre lovely, really beautiful. It would have been splendid, you know? Im a fool. I understand now, why I was so insanely excited. It gets lonely sometimes. He laughed again. Wow, very manly of me on a first and last date. Talking about my poor psychological state.
What gets lonely? It does, I know. Oh. My. God. What you are? What are you?
You tell me.
They locked gazes, and the earth shifted a bit. Lost deep in his eyes, ready to lean in and kiss him before he tore all hope apart, Tari jumped when he spoke.
Say it. Say it out loud. He winked.
Oh, come on, Grayson. Really? Thats the best you can do? I havent seen that movie since I was fifteen. I had the mug, the poster, the sheets, T-shirt, necklaceyou name it. Butand this is very importantIm not fifteen anymore.
Im relieved, because that would mean Ive been stalking a minor.

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| Wizard of Time Ciar Cullen The sexiest, most powerful wizard alive is screwing up royally! Time and magic and all of Castle Borough depend on Trevor Rains, but he's blinded by his sexual obsession with a local sorceress. Morgan is deeply in love with her childhood friend, but Trevor is proving to be a love 'em and leave 'em mage. And his pet lizard Gideon is furious-when is Trevor going to fix magic and the spell that will make Gideon a dragon? At the Castle, King Artimer is smitten with the sexy siren sent to loosen him up. But Tessa Rains doesn't expect the gorgeous ruler to turn the tables on her when she pulls out all the accoutrements of love-ropes, whips and chains! |
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