Just Erotic Romance Reviews loved Appassionato – Chapter One excerpt

Just Erotic Romance Reviews loved Appassionato, the first novel in my Dream Marked series! In celebration, I’m posting a first chapter excerpt! From the review:

Emma’s erotic dream set the tone for the explosive sex and undeniable chemistry the trio experienced throughout the story line.

Appassionato released!

I hope you enjoy meeting Emma and her rockstar mates: Duncan and Jake!

When Emma dreams about super-famous rockstar Duncan and his friend Jake, it never occurs to her they might be dreaming too. About her. Everyone knows dreams aren’t real, but what will happen when the trio’s shared visions develop into a passion that can’t be denied?

When reports of a new “bonding” phenomenon surface, Duncan and Jake finally realize why they feel so connected to the sweet high-school librarian they’ve never met. The headaches and dreams suddenly make sense, but it isn’t until they meet Emma face-to-face that instinct takes over, and passion binds their minds and bodies into a link that can’t be broken.

Then, just as the happy ending Emma always hoped for seems possible, a hostage crisis and a series of kidnappings threatens everything. Can the trio unravel the conspiracy in time to protect the future of their bond?


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Chapter One

In her dream a man pressed against her, sleek muscles hot against her bare skin. Emma didn’t recognize the bed or the room, though candles lit the darkness, a hundred joyful flames dancing in unison. So pretty, she thought, smiling, and the man replied with long, delicious kisses that made her forget she didn’t know his name. When she moaned, he licked down the length of her jaw, behind her ear, stopping to bite until she gasped at the sting, the pain sweet as candy. He glanced at her through his lashes, gorgeous brown eyes sparkling, and she touched his face, wanting him to give up his secrets, but instead he kissed her palm and pushed his cock along her hip, hot and desperate, an offering of sorts. She gasped, wanting more, and then another strong body spooned up behind her. A male voice whispered against her nape, but Emma couldn’t understand his intention until he slotted his hardness up against her backside, rocking into her so that she went limp with delight.

There are two men in bed with me, she thought, confused. I must be dreaming. She’d never in her life had sex like this. Then the man behind her cupped his hands around her breasts, and she forgot everything in order to focus on the warmth of his palms. The first man moved lower and pressed his face against her nipples, scratching his stubble against her until they peaked. She shivered as she watched him kiss the other man’s fingers where they held her breasts. Then he nibbled at her until she thrashed her head. She tried to turn, she wanted to see the new man, but he tightened his hands in warning.

I must be dreaming, she thought again but didn’t wake up. The first man slid down between her legs, and Emma squeezed her eyes shut. He nudged his shoulders against her inner thighs until she squirmed at the tickle of his hair. He leaned in to lick a stripe down the curve of her hip, and she heard herself beg, Please, don’t stop, please, so he moved in, stroking her with his thumbs right before he placed his lips against her nub. Emma panted, so close, and tried to grab onto something, the sheets, the headboard, anything, but the second man held her hands above her head. She struggled but couldn’t break free and, even though it was a dream, Emma knew she didn’t really want to get away. The second man shifted until he lay on his side, holding her while he teased her nipples. It was all she could do to look into his clear, green eyes. He wore silver earrings in both ears, and his wavy brown hair looked so soft she wanted to grab on and never let go. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to do a thousand dirty things to him, but she couldn’t move or think. All she could do was shudder and clutch at his fingers while he smiled. He never let go, not even when the first man stopped licking and began sucking, the strong pulses of heat making her throw back her head and push her hips closer. He didn’t let go when she wrapped her legs around the first man’s shoulders. He didn’t let go when he leaned in for a kiss, sucking on her lips the same way the other man sucked on her clit, both of them flicking their tongues until she shattered, the pleasure so ridiculous she couldn’t see anything but sparkles of light, like fireworks. She tried to open her eyes, hug the men to her, wanting to give them the same joy, but everything suddenly faded, her hands falling apart with nothing to hang onto. She woke up, gasping. It was her twenty-fifth birthday. She’d never dreamed like that before in her life.

Happy birthday to me, Emma thought, perplexed and flushed. Her body still tingled. She remembered how the men felt, how they smelled. For a moment, she wished she could have a dream like that every night, then her alarm blared and she flinched. Just a dream, she thought, sighing as she flicked off the buzzer and tiredly slid out of bed. Time to get moving.

In celebration of her birthday, she ate chocolate cake for breakfast then spilled coffee on her white blouse as soon as she got to work. Unfortunately, her first class began before she could clean up and the sweater she tossed over the mess on her shirt didn’t do as good a job camouflaging the damage as she’d hoped. This is payback for eating cake at breakfast, she thought darkly as she tried again to wipe the stain away with a tissue. Serves me right. She looked down at her stomach, trying not to hate the curves that filled out her clothes.

“Do you need a napkin, Ms. Bell?” Samantha asked from her seat at the table in front of the circulation desk.

Emma sighed, frowning at the tiny specks of tissue her haphazard attempts at cleanup left all over her top. “Thanks, Samantha, but I think the damage is already done.” She hoped the girl would be satisfied with that explanation.

“I think the tissues are making it worse,” Samantha said, not unkindly.

Emma looked up, smiling wryly at the girl. She shifted her sweater, buttoning it closed and trying not to grimace at the unpleasant sensation of web fabric against her skin. Better that than for the students to have an unobstructed view of her floral-print bra.

“I think you’re right, Samantha. Oh well, it’s not like spilled coffee is going to kill me,” Emma said. Never in a million years did she anticipate that her job as a high school librarian would involve embarrassing situations like this, but after five years she knew better. This wasn’t the first time she’d spilled something on herself, and it wouldn’t be the last. At least most of the kids in this school are nice, she thought, eyeing the class that had just arrived for help with their science project. She smiled at them and ignored the itch from the wet blouse.

“I’ve collected most of the books we have about mitochondria and a few that touch on microbiology on a more general level, but if you need help finding anything else, just let me know.” Emma spoke loud enough for the students to hear over the low murmur of gossip. Most quieted down and Emma smiled, grateful she liked her job. She tried to shake off the lingering sleepiness from her restless night as the students perused the books she’d collected for them. She kept half an ear trained on their low conversation in case any needed help while the rest of her brain worried over the strange dreams she’d had.

Forty minutes later, the class filed out of the library and she heaved a sigh of relief, waving to her two aides that she was going to take a break. Portia, the older aide, nodded back at Emma. The younger aide, Emma’s friend Julie, moved behind the circulation desk. The three of them tried to keep someone available at all times to check books in and out for the students who visited between classes and during study hall, but unless there was a class in the library, only one person was really needed to run the computer. Emma picked at her blouse, grimacing at the half-dry stain as she lifted it away from her skin. Maybe if I take it off and rinse it, I can dry it under the hand blower in the bathroom, she thought absently as she headed to the small, private bathroom at the back of the library office. I can just wear my sweater if that doesn’t work. She closed the door behind her and unbuttoned her blouse. The small room was quiet and she breathed a sigh of relief as she ran water over her blouse. She hated feeling this tired. The dream she’d had this morning was lovely, but she’d slept fitfully most of the rest of the night. She remembered dreams where she was on a stage singing and then in the next moment she was on a plane, looking over a complicated spreadsheet. Then she was outside on the street, laughing, but her voice was wrong. And she felt taller, like her body was not her own. Except for the last dream, they were all very unsettling. Emma leaned against the sink, letting the cold water wash over the fabric, trying to calm her brain. She’d just managed to relax when the hallucination hit her between the eyes and she staggered. Water splashed over her hands and she slammed her hip against the sink counter, fighting to stay on her feet. She couldn’t breathe properly. Her heart pounded as she closed her eyes, trying to convince herself that the stage she was seeing so very clearly was just a remnant of one of her dreams. Yeah right.

In front of her a sea of people clapped wildly as they screamed and waved their arms. All those faced turned up towards her made Emma swallow hard. She felt as though she were in two places at once. For a second she thought she was having some sort of weird memory flashback because some of the dreams she’d had the night before were strangely similar to this one—standing on stage, microphone near her mouth, except nothing she’d dreamed was precisely like this. She had an excellent memory, a freakish memory, her friend Julie claimed sometimes, and this was not the same crowd, not the same stage she’d been on before in her dream. She swallowed again. She’d never been on stage in her life, at least not with a guitar in her hands. All of her stages involved talking to students about the Dewey Decimal system. Suddenly, a wave of confusion flowed through her. She closed her eyes and rested her fingers on the strings of her guitar, wondering what the fuck was happening. When she opened her eyes, she stood at the edge of the stage, frowning down at the clipboard she held. Thick bracelets sat over her wrists, the chased silver riveted into the cuffs looking bright against the soft leather. The name at the top of the clipboard read “Duncan Green,” and she licked her lips as the face associated with that name flashed across her thoughts—dark hair, brown eyes, gorgeous smile. Then she blinked and she was back to hanging on the bathroom sink, trembling. Shit. What just happened?

She slid down, sitting on the toilet lid, trying to pull herself together. She never cursed like that, not even in her own head. The most obscene expletive she ever used was damn, and it was telling that her brain supplied her with the word “fuck” right in the middle of her nervous breakdown. She wasn’t sure what it meant, just that it was downright strange. She struggled to breathe properly, willing herself to calm down. She was always calm. She didn’t freak out, and she didn’t have hysterics, and this ability to remain laid-back was one of her strengths as a teacher. She repeated this to herself, snorting under her breath when she flinched at a knock on the door. Not so calm, huh?

“You okay in there, Emma? I thought I heard something,” Julie called.

Emma swallowed and stood up, forcibly pushing thoughts of Duncan Green, rock star, out of her head. “I’m okay, Julie, just feeling tired today.” She lifted her blouse from the bottom of the sink and held the stained part under the faucet again. “I’m trying to rinse out the stain now.”

“Okay, Emma, just wanted to check.”

Emma sighed in relief as Julie stepped away from the door. Her thoughts wandered back to the hallucination, and she grimaced as she tried to puzzle out what had just happened, trying to think over the ache in her skull. She liked music but didn’t go out of her way to buy a lot of it. She didn’t know much about rock, but even she knew who Duncan Green was. Even if she didn’t know his face, his gorgeous face, her brain supplied, she’d still know who he was because Julie’s obsession with everything Duncan was well known to everyone who worked in the library. Usually Emma found it amusing, but right now she just wished the weirdness would stop. Emma couldn’t figure out why she was dreaming about him. Or hallucinating him. Whatever. And what about the other man, the one with the leather bracelets? Julie never mentioned him, but Emma knew, somehow, that he was associated with Duncan. She didn’t know how or why she knew that, but she remembered him from her dreams last night, how his curly hair made her want to sink her hands in it. He was the second man in her dream from this morning, she realized. She wished she knew his name. And that meant that the first man in her last dream must have been Duncan Green. She shivered, remembering how good his body felt against hers. She took a deep breath, trying to figure out why she was seeing these two men so vividly now, while awake. The dreams and hallucinations were connected, somehow. She shook her head and shut off the water. She looked at herself in the mirror, noting the dark circles under her hazel eyes, her messy brown hair. Shit.

She wrung out her blouse and hung it up with a spare hanger on the back of the door. There was no way it would dry in time to wear again today, so she slipped on her pink sweater and buttoned it up, relieved that it looked okay with her gray pleated skirt. She squared her shoulders, smoothed down her long hair, and opened the door. For a moment she felt a surge of something, not fear precisely, but not relief either, and she scanned the office, thankful that both Julie and Portia were off in the stacks, probably helping students. Walking through the clutter, she stopped at Julie’s desk and watched her screen saver for a few seconds. Various photos of Duncan Green in all his rock star glory faded in and out of view on the monitor. He was lovely, she mused, looking at his long, wavy hair and brown eyes, usually lined with some smoky makeup, every woman’s dream bad boy right there. In a few of the shots, the more casual photographs, she noticed another man standing behind him, holding what looked like papers in his leather-cuffed wrists. His hair was shorter, and his green eyes practically leapt from the picture, making Emma’s heart pound before the screen saver blinked another photo of Duncan into view. Emma had no idea who he was, but she knew he was the other man in her dream. She bumped the desk and the screen saver winked off. If only she could turn off her brain as easily.

Emma had more flashbacks throughout the rest of the day. Random bursts of vision and sound, none lasting long enough to pin down, but long enough to make her head start to pound instead of ache. She saw crowds and Duncan’s hands signing photos and pieces of paper. It was as if she was in his head, but just when she’d figure out that the point of view was Duncan’s, the hallucination would snap away and she’d be looking at him. She could hardly wait until school was done for the day so she could go home and crawl under the covers of her bed. She’d taken ibuprofen, but it didn’t do a thing to relieve the pain behind her eyes. At lunchtime, she hid in the library office, eating her sandwich alone while the visions flew past her closed eyes. She wondered if she was going crazy. She thought at first that maybe she just hadn’t slept well, but she’d never hallucinated before. By four o’clock, she was almost crying from the stress. She’d spent the afternoon dodging questions from Julie and Portia. She didn’t feel like trying to explain what was wrong when she didn’t understand herself what was happening.

After the last bell, she was finally able to escape, for once not lugging anything home with her to work on in the evening. She worried about driving, hoping none of the episodes would happen on the way home, but luckily the drive home was uneventful. She pulled into her short driveway, waved to her neighbor, and went into her small house, grateful to be home. She prepared a quick dinner, ate it standing up at the kitchen counter, then stripped and fell into bed, desperate for sleep. She dropped off right away, slipping into a heavy sleep despite the early hour.

The next thing she knew, it was dark and she was sitting up in bed, heart pounding. She flicked on the small bedside light and tried to calm herself, blindly looking around at her soothing cream walls and pale yellow curtains. The streetlight outside filtered through the soft fabric, twinkling in the darkness of her room. She didn’t feel rested at all.

When she closed her eyes, she remembered every dream as though it were real—Duncan growing up, having a hard time with his weight as a child until high school, teaching himself how to play guitar, losing the weight and realizing he could sing. She knew the exact moment he figured out he was bisexual and his very quiet experimentation during the one year he attended college until he dropped out to pursue his music career. She followed every step of his life from childhood to adulthood—his first record contract, the wild success of his first album, the two Grammys he won, and subsequent critical acclaim for his second album. She could sing every song on the new album, the one he was touring for now with his best friend and assistant, Jake Mackenzie. The memories weren’t sharp, not like her own. She knew the broad outlines of his life, but not the details that made them real. They felt like the memories learned in conversation with a friend.

She grasped the blanket closer to her chest, trying not to hyperventilate as she suddenly realized that she knew Jake, too. She knew the two men grew up together, and she knew that Jake was straight and had his heart broken by his high school girlfriend his second year of college. That was why he’d dropped out and finally taken the job Duncan had offered—manager, assistant, co-writer. She knew that he had an incredible laugh. He could play piano, and he’d helped create every single one of Duncan’s songs, though he refused to play onstage. She knew that they’d both grown up in New Jersey but that they lived in Brooklyn now, sharing a townhouse. Emma realized that she was crying because she felt like she knew the two men in her dreams as if they were her best friends, and that was so wrong. That was crazy and twisted, and she was obviously losing her mind, crying into her sheets in the middle of the night over two guys that she’d never even met. She sniffed and rubbed her nose, willing herself to stop it. She looked at her hands, vaguely surprised to find them so small and feminine after feeling guitar strings and piano keys under her fingertips for the past few hours. She couldn’t play an instrument if you paid her a million dollars. What was happening to her?

Emma threw back the covers and groped for her robe, suddenly realizing that she was nude. In her rush to get to bed, she’d just pulled off her clothes and crawled under the covers. She blushed, mildly embarrassed. She never slept naked. But Jake did, she thought then blushed again. Duncan wore boxers to bed, a result of growing up with two sisters. Jake was an only child. And with that thought, Emma nearly started crying again, because really, she must be insane. There was no way she could know these things. Her brain was making this shit up. She padded to the bathroom and rinsed her face then made her way to the living room. She flicked on the TV and sank into her couch, not surprised to find a rerun of her favorite late show on, even though it was two in the morning. What did surprise her was how familiar the stage and audience looked as the camera panned across the stage. Her heart began knocking against her ribcage. That was the same stage she’d dreamed about! When the camera zoomed in on the host, he held up a CD, Duncan’s new one. Emma laughed shortly and dropped her face in her hands. When she looked up again, she wasn’t at all startled to see Duncan playing the guitar. She knew every note of that song by heart. The strange thing was that she knew exactly when he would change up the melody for this particular performance, holding certain notes longer and others shorter than the version on the CD. She sighed and settled onto the couch, willing herself to relax. If she couldn’t stop the dreams, she may as well enjoy the music.

* * * *

“Man, I hate it when our flight lands in the middle of the night,” Duncan complained, running his hands through his hair. He and Jake were in the car Jake had arranged to take them home to Brooklyn from the JFK airport after taping a late show in LA earlier that day. Jake slumped down on the seat across from Duncan, trying not to fall asleep. His friend looked exhausted, and Duncan worried about him.

“Yeah,” Jake grunted, not opening his eyes. “And this damn headache is driving me crazy.”

“My head still hurts, too,” Duncan said, rubbing his temples. “And even though I slept a little on the plane, I had the weirdest dreams.”

“You too? I dreamed about this woman, I think she was a high school librarian. I haven’t thought about high school in years, and here I am dreaming about a teacher. She seemed so lonely.” Jake laughed. “Reminds me of that old Adam Ant video.” He grinned at his friend, but Duncan couldn’t bring himself to smile back.

“Wait, what? I dreamed about a teacher, too. I even know her name, Emma Bell.” Duncan frowned as Jake looked at him in disbelief. “What?”

“That’s the name of the woman I dreamed about.” Jake scratched his head. “Did we ever meet someone named Emma?”

Duncan shrugged. “No, not that I can remember, but you know how many fans I’ve met the past eight years? There’s no way I could remember all of them.”

“Well, even if you could remember someone named Emma, why would we both dream about her at the same time?”

Duncan shook his head, feeling his headache intensify. “What did she look like?” Jake smirked, and Duncan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know what she looked like to me. I want to know what she looked like in your dream.”

“She had long, wavy brown hair. And the most gorgeous hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. And she was curvy.” Jake rubbed his face. “She was really pretty. I dreamed about when she was a kid. Saw how she went to college after—” Jake broke off, seeing Duncan nodding.

“Yeah, that’s what she looked like in my dream, too. And her brother died. That’s when she went to school.” Duncan yawned and blinked his eyes, trying to focus. “What the hell is going on? Dreaming about the same woman? That’s just weird.”

“Yeah.” Jake closed his eyes again and slumped down. “I’m going to nap until we get home. Then I’m going to crash for two days, and then we’re going to do the concert at the Garden, and we’re gonna laugh about this. Because it can’t possibly be real.” He smiled as he folded his hands over his abdomen. “We are obviously still asleep and I’m dreaming up this entire scenario because of the profound lack of sex in my life this past year.”

Duncan laughed and very carefully did not look at the way Jake’s tight jeans displayed his slim hips. He also refused to notice Jake’s taut stomach and graceful hands. He had a lot of practice ignoring his attraction to Jake, and he wasn’t going to screw up now. “Okay, I’m game. If you think you’re dreaming, then we’ll see if either of us remember this tomorrow,” Duncan said fondly, eyes lingering on Jake’s relaxed smile as the car took them closer to home.

Feature Friday — C.R. Moss

Feature Friday




Sunset Heat ~ book 4 in the Sunset series for Decadent Publishing’s 1Night Stand line

Can one night transform a woman’s life?

Seana Tramonto feels doomed when it comes to relationships. When she’s set up through the 1Night Stand service, she’s apprehensive at best. Her concern turns to ire when her match turns out to be a man who broke her heart years ago. Old wounds are slow to heal no matter how sexy the man asking for forgiveness.

Zachary Russo, a Las Vegas policeman, is talked into doing a 1NS date. When he learns it’s with his high school tutor and friend, the girl he stood up before the Homecoming dance, he’s determined to make it up to her. But seeing her again opens his eyes to the sexy woman she’s become. Can he prove he’s grown up or will circumstance beyond his control kill their second chance?



“I had it bad for you.”

“So, what’s your wish now?”

If she leaned toward him, turned just enough, maybe he’d kiss her. Did she have the nerve? What would he think of her advance?


She closed her eyes, relishing the silky way he spoke her name. “Hmm?”

“Your wish. You’re going to enter the drawing the charity is having, right?”

“I can’t say or it won’t come true,” she murmured. Just move your face toward his. Do it! Though her inner diva cheered her on, she couldn’t.

“A superstition for shooting stars and birthday candles.”

“So? I don’t want to take chances.” Yes you do, her inner cheerleader chided.

He brushed his cheek against hers. Warm breath caressed her ear. Restless throbs of desire pulsed in her veins. Sexual excitement curled in her womb. It’d been quite some time since feeling those particular sensations. Who’d I do it with last? Oh, the guy in the off-Broadway showing of West Side Story. Antonio something or other. She’d almost told him she loved him, but his ex-girlfriend came back into the picture, which snipped her out of it.

Could Zach be her one? Even after all this time and despite their difficulties? Back when she’d helped him in high school, she’d wanted him and would have given him her all. She didn’t feel any different now. Turning her face toward his finally, she prepared for the first of what she hoped would be many kisses. None came. He wasn’t as close as she thought. Seana stared into his eyes, becoming lost in their depths.


“Yes?” She breathed in his spicy, clean scent, wanting to nibble on the muscle stretching from his neck into the top of his white dress shirt.

“Tell me more about the tutoring room.”

“Why? Interested in playing out my fantasy?”

Zach rubbed her knee. His touch seared her skin under her black sequined dress. “But we’re not in a school. There are no classrooms to use.”

The scenario she’d envisioned as a young adult awaited her next move. If there’s ever a time to be bold and spontaneous, it’s now. Quit stalling and take the leap. Feeling naughty and way too frisky to miss the opportunity, she drew circles on his leg with her fingertip. “We can improvise by going up to your room or mine and pretending we’re in a classroom.”

Seconds clicked by. Zach didn’t say a word. Wasn’t he interested? Her palms became clammy. I can’t be rejected again.


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Just Erotic Romance Reviews loved Tango Trio – Chapter One excerpt

Just Erotic Romance Reviews loved Tango Trio, the second novel in my Dream Marked series! In celebration, I’m posting a first chapter excerpt! From the review:

Along with some of the most erotic sex I’ve read, this book also features an interesting storyline, relatable characters and some wild supernatural powers that are bestowed upon bonded trios.

Tango Trio

I hope you like meeting Tessa, Jared, and Parker. This is the Dream Marked shifter novel!

Tessa never expects to dream about two gorgeous guys making love to her on the train. She certainly never imagines they might be real men. Or that one of them is her sexy friend Parker and the other their insanely hot dance teacher, Jared. She definitely doesn’t anticipate the three of them bonding and fighting enemies desperate to steal their blood. Who would create a drug that gives non-bonded humans extrasensory powers? It seems insane until Tessa learns that her mother might be the chemist behind it all. Even so, she certainly doesn’t expect her senses to go haywire or for the bonding to give her the ability to heal. And shape-shift. Mostly, she doesn’t expect to live happily ever after with her bond-mates when so many different people want them dead. But she hopes she can.

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Chapter One

Tessa stood on the train, hanging onto the strap above her for dear life as the rush-hour crowd pushed in against her body. The lights flickered as the car rattled. She knew it was a dream because she was wearing her favorite purple heels, the ones she’d stuffed in the back of her closet nearly ten years ago. The ones she never wore anymore. And every time the car rocked, the silk of her dress caressed her skin. She didn’t own a silk dress. Ergo, it was a dream, one she’d had before, several times. It didn’t make any more sense tonight than it did before. Tessa closed her eyes as a shiver of arousal trickled through her, right on time. He would be getting on the train at the next stop.

When the doors opened at the station, a few people moved off the train, creating a small space in front of her. The man with dark hair got on and eased through the crowd until he stood next to her, his T-shirt-clad chest right in front of her nose. She couldn’t really see his face because they were so close, and she didn’t want to look up, then the doors shut, and the crowd moved, pressing her against him. He didn’t budge. Somehow she knew he was smiling down at her, but she was too shy to meet his gaze. He smelled amazing—fresh and clean, a hint of mint. She tried not to but couldn’t help mashing her face into his body as the car lurched. He was warm and muscled, and a fresh spark of heat fizzed through her body right before she lost her balance, her hand slipping off the strap. She tipped forward, but she wasn’t worried. He always caught her, one arm around her waist, the other still hooked into the bar above, holding them both steady.

In this dream, Tessa never thought about the other people on the train or the fact that they could see the two of them pressed close, like lovers. Screwing up her courage, she looked up. Pale-green eyes so kind she almost burst into tears smiled down at her. He gripped her tighter, and she gasped then shivered as she felt his muscular thigh slip between hers, anchoring her in place. The train rattled and shook, the bumpiest ride she’d ever experienced. The smile fell off his face as her breasts pressed into his chest. She gripped his shirt, the heat of his body warming hers. Then the lights blinked out.

“Are you okay?” he asked, bending to hear her reply. She nodded as the train jerked to a stop, her lips landing on his cheek. His stubble stung her lips, and for a strange moment her arms itched—how weird—then the sensation faded as she felt him breathe in. Suddenly, shockingly, his mouth was on hers, hot and light. She opened to him, not caring if he thought her wanton. She craved his strength. He gave her his tongue, and she let him part her lips, a burst of mint tingling on her taste buds as he licked at her. She moaned, the sudden urge to climb up his body and wrap her legs around his waist making her shake. He let go of the bar and closed both hands around her, one slipping down to her ass, the other to her neck to anchor her head. She gasped and arched against him as he gripped her hair hard, then he leaned back. Tessa opened her eyes, confused. Why did he stop? When he glanced over her shoulder Tessa knew.

“Parker,” she breathed, astonished. Her best friend pressed against her back. She could smell him, sandalwood and vanilla, the scent of home. What was he doing here? This wasn’t her normal dream. And Parker was her friend, not her lover. He slotted up against her, and the confusion gave way to shock. His cock was hard and hot, and he knew how to use it. He pressed the length of it into the cleft of her ass, rubbing against her like a cat in heat. Her arousal spiked again, and Tessa blushed. What was she doing? He was six years younger than her. The brother of her dead husband’s best buddy. It felt wrong to even imagine this possibility, but dream-Parker didn’t know that, or care. Her forearms itched again, and Tessa resisted the urge to rub them against her friend as he breathed on her neck then kissed right below her ear, his full lips teasing her skin. She trembled. What should she do? His warmth felt divine yet foreign. Startlingly hot and unfamiliar. Tessa stared at the stranger in front of her, wondering what was going through his mind. Most men would be angry, jealous, but the man’s eyes were half-closed and dark with his arousal. He didn’t look upset. Tessa knew he could also feel Parker’s cock because his fingers flexed on her ass right next to it. Then Parker kissed her again, dragging his tongue along her neck, and the stranger shivered, very deliberately rolling his hips into her body, pressing his own hard dick into her stomach. Tessa gasped, trapped between them. She was terribly aroused. Terribly confused. A trickle of moisture slid down the inside of her thigh. When the stranger moved his hand, she felt his thumb slip between her ass cheeks and rub against Parker’s cock.

“Jesus.” Parker shuddered. Tessa didn’t understand what was happening. She could barely stand up. If the two men hadn’t been pressing into her so firmly she would be on the floor of the train. What a strange dream this was.

“Jared.” The stranger cleared his throat, the tone husky. Sexual. “Not Jesus.” He smiled at Tessa then his gaze shifted to Parker. “My name is Jared.” Then he bent his head and kissed Tessa again, rubbing his lips against hers. She strained against him but couldn’t move. Parker slid his hand around her waist, then lower, holding her immobile. Jared broke off the kiss, panting. Tessa realized that Parker was moving his knuckles against Jared’s cock. What the hell? Parker wasn’t gay. He wasn’t even bi. Her friend was as straight as they came, yet here, in her dream, he caressed another man’s dick as though it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

“Parker?” Tessa felt her hands clench into fists, one in Jared’s hair, the other in his shirt. “What are you doing?”

“Tessa.” Parker groaned and shoved his cock against her even harder. Tessa stumbled but didn’t go far as Parker tightened his grip even more. In the darkness of the train car, Tessa could see a young woman watching the three of them from her seat, the cool glow of her phone illuminating her face. She grinned as Tessa flushed, giving her a thumbs-up before she keyed off the display, plunging the car back into total darkness. The grumbling of the other passengers barely penetrated the haze of sexual yearning in Tessa’s mind. She needed more. She was so hot. When Parker bit the side of her neck, she groaned quietly and yanked Jared’s mouth back down, licking at him as though he was her favorite flavor lollipop.

“Tessa, oh my God, don’t stop,” Parker murmured, salving the sting of his bite with his tongue. She didn’t. She kept on kissing Jared, sucking on his tongue, nibbling his lush lower lip with total abandon. The more she kissed him, the more her arms ached. She didn’t care who heard her. She could smell the heat of him, the musky sweetness of mint mixed with rain and trees and everything wild. Parker thrust against her again then abruptly pulled back. She tore her mouth away from Jared, trying to catch her breath. What was he doing? She almost cried out at the loss, but then she felt Parker’s fingers fumbling with the zip on his jeans.

“Parker, shit,” Jared whispered then he, too, lifted away from her. Tessa reached down and unbuttoned his pants before he could get to them. She opened the placket and dipped her hand inside. The head of his cock peeked over his boxer briefs, hot and sweet. Tessa’s mouth watered, but before she could shove his underwear down, Parker lifted her dress and pressed his hot erection against her bare skin. She shuddered, and Jared gasped as her hand tightened against him.

“Harder, Tessa. Like this.” Jared pushed down his briefs then rearranged her fingers around his dick. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against Parker’s broad chest, knowing he’d keep her safe.

“Touch him, Tessa.” Parker nosed the base of her ear. “Flick your thumb over the head of his cock.” Tessa obeyed, loving the way Jared trembled as she slid her fingers over the pre-cum on the tip. She felt Parker lift her dress higher, higher, pulling it off and over her head, then suddenly she was naked in a train car full of people. She froze, Jared’s dick in her hand and Parker’s slipping between her ass cheeks.

“Shh, it’s okay, Tessa,” Parker soothed. “Look.” Tessa opened her eyes. The train was empty, lit only by the dim emergency lights over the door at the end of the car. They were alone. How? Why? She didn’t understand what had happened to the other passengers, then Jared thrust his cock into the circle of her fingers, jolting her back to awareness. Oh. It’s a dreamI can do anything I want. She released Jared, ignoring the way his cock immediately bobbed up hard against his stomach, and brought her thumb to her mouth. Jared’s nostrils flared as she licked his slickness off her finger. He tasted so sweet. She knew he wanted her mouth on him and abruptly dropped to her knees.

“Tessa, what are you—” Jared began but immediately broke off as she licked the sweet drop of pre-cum from the head of his dick. She savored the taste. Was that a hint of mint? Jared shivered as she looked at him, the delicious pink head of his cock so pretty she couldn’t do anything except give in to her urge. She slipped him into her mouth and sucked. Jared’s breath hitched, and she felt his legs lock as she tongued over the head and down his shaft. He tasted like night. Like a run in the woods just before it rained. What the hell? She slid back. He tasted like a wild forest. She struggled to understand why she was thinking such things, but when she looked up, all coherence fled. Jared had his hands on Parker’s face. His thumb dipped just inside her friend’s mouth. Parker looked like he’d been struck dumb.

“Parker?” Tessa asked, standing up. The men made room for her against them, but Jared never released Parker. Her friend shivered, and she ran her fingers through his honey-blond hair. So soft. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. When Jared touched his lips to Parker’s, she felt her friend freeze for just a moment before he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste. Jared opened his mouth, and Tessa stared, fascinated as their tongues met. A drop of moisture slid down her leg, and she couldn’t help sliding her hands down to touch herself. Her clit throbbed. Then Jared moaned brokenly, and Tessa glanced down. Their cocks were touching. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

“I’m going to come if you keep that up,” Parker muttered, his voice shocked. Tessa slid her fingers around her clit, groaning. She leaned against Parker. He pulled away from Jared, panting, then he looked down her body. Tessa knew her nipples were erect. She rubbed against his arm, savoring the warmth of his skin against her sensitive breasts. Suddenly, Parker seized her by the wrists. She shuddered as he pulled her hand away from her core and manhandled her onto one of the empty seats. Jared dropped to his knees as Parker urged her legs up, open. Tessa blushed. She could smell herself. She knew she was wet. She knew they could smell her, too, as Jared stopped moving in and abruptly squeezed his dick at the base, closing his eyes. He looked like he was about to faint. Or come.

“Tessa, oh my God, I had no idea.” Parker knelt down next to Jared. “You are so beautiful.” He slid his palms up her thighs, gently hooking her left leg over his shoulder. He glanced at the dark-haired man then lifted her other leg up onto Jared’s shoulder. She was completely exposed, her pussy wet and desperate for them. Tessa bit her lip. She knew she was blushing. She’d never been in this position before. She trembled as Parker leaned in, his breath warm against her clit. “I’m going to lick you until you can’t remember your name. Then I’m going to suck you until you scream.” When his lips touched her, Tessa went rigid. The pleasure was insane.

“So gorgeous, darling. So beautiful…”

She knew Jared was talking to her, too, but the sensation of Parker’s full lips against her soft folds turned her brain to mush. She was going to come. She needed to come. Her arms were killing her, itching and aching, but she couldn’t concentrate long enough to see if she’d hurt herself. She tried shoving her pussy at Parker, but he backed away every time she moved, evil man. She groaned as Parker flicked her clit with his tongue, bringing her closer and closer but never letting her fall over.

“Parker, oh my God, please, please, please,” she chanted, thrashing her head. She felt warm hands on her thighs, and then a strong finger sunk into her body, and she gasped, pushing down, needing more. She couldn’t believe it was Parker down there, her best friend, giving her such incredible pleasure. Her much younger best friend. And Jared was right there with him. Parker licked at her again, making her body clench.

“Shh, it’s all right,” Jared said, stroking her thigh. Parker paused. Tessa opened her eyes to see what was happening. She knew Parker had one arm around her leg. What she didn’t expect to see was his other arm wrapped around Jared’s neck. When Jared leaned in and kissed her friend, Parker moaned. The finger in her body eased in and out, bringing her perilously close to climax even without touching her clit, and she suddenly realized that it was Jared who had his hands on her pussy. Before she could really focus on that thought, Parker tore his mouth away from Jared and dived back into her, licking up and down her center as though he couldn’t get enough. His stubble scraped her labia, just on the edge of pain, but she didn’t care. When Jared added another finger, Tessa felt tears slip down her face. Her fingers and toes were numb. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t control her limbs or the sounds coming out of her mouth. She was so close.

“Don’t stop, oh God, please don’t stop,” she cried, trying to wrap her legs tighter around her men, but Parker and Jared held her immobile. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything except lie there and take the pleasure they doled out. She had no control over them. The only thing she could control was how much she wanted to give in. The deepest part of her told her in no uncertain terms to give them everything, and Tessa, God help her, obeyed. She let herself relax and trust them with everything she was. Parker smiled, and Jared’s face softened. She tried to smile back but couldn’t manage it. She’d surrendered, but that didn’t mean she was calm.

“Deep breath, Tessa,” Jared said then, his voice warm and heavy, and she trembled. He slid a finger over her wetness, teasing her, then moved down to her ass. When he began fingering at the tiny pucker between her cheeks, she lost it, her body spasming as he slipped inside, fingers filling her up everywhere. Parker leaned back in and sucked her clit. His tongue felt like it was rubbing circles into her soul. She may have screamed or moaned, but she wasn’t sure and didn’t care. Her climax crashed over her like a wave of darkness, the way the sun suddenly disappears and night falls when you least expect it. She smelled moisture and heat and the sweet, sweet scent of male spunk right before she collapsed, boneless. When she opened her eyes an eternity later, she realized it was morning. She was lying on her bed, sweaty and sticky, with the covers tangled around her feet. Her arms itched abominably, and someone was pounding on her door.

Feature Friday — Nikki Prince

Feature Friday




Once Upon a Dream, 4

Drusilla Trumane has been a naughty girl. Flora LeBeau knows just what to do to tame the beast.

When beauties Drusilla Trumane and Flora LeBeau meet, the only thing beastly is Dru’s behavior. But Domme Flora has just the cure for that.

Drusilla’s ghastly attitude may have alienated her from her sisters, but Flora sees beneath the façade to the hurt woman beneath. Refusing to be turned away by her snide comments and bitchy attitude, Flora continues to bring the haughty woman to her knees, showing her at every turn she knows what she needs.
Desperate to retreat to the safety her walls provide, Dru agrees to allow Flora one night. Will twenty-four hours be enough to get the other woman out of her mind and her heart?

Be Warned: BDSM, rimming, flogging, f/f sex



“I get it. You’re in denial.”
Flora was twirling the ball gag around in her fingers, all the while the expression on her face was one of extreme contentment and confidence.

“In denial about what?” Drusilla frowned.

“What you desire, my girl.”

“And just what would that be? You’ve known me all of what, ten minutes?”

“Oh I know exactly what you want and what you need. Hell, anyone within a few feet of you could tell what you want and smell what you’re thinking.” The grin that Flora shot Drusilla pissed her off.

“You don’t know me, nor do you know what I want or even need.”

“When’s the last time you came to an image of a man, if you ever have.”

She gasped. “What kind of fucking question is that?”

“An honest one that I want the answer to, petite amie.”

“That’s none of your fucking business.”

“We’re back to that?”

“Yes, we’re back to that, and you better not try to use that shit on me.”

“Oh, I love a challenge. You’re going to find that out rather quickly.”

Before Drusilla could react, Flora was in her lap, straddling her in the chair. She pressed against her, tangling her fingers into Drusilla’s hair and tugging.

In shock Drusilla just stared at Flora. Flora pulled her head close with a tug of her hair. Like a deer stuck in the headlights, Drusilla could only watch as Flora pressed their mouths together, and then she was lost. Oh fuck.

She moaned softly into Flora’s mouth as the other woman nibbled at her bottom lip, then licked it, teasing her tongue into her mouth. Flora tasted of warmth and cinnamon. Spicy and sweet. Her scent was just as delicious. She smelled of freshly cut roses. She was fragrant and delectable. Drusilla’s head fell back against the chair, and she gasped for breath. She was breathing just as crazy as Flora had said. That brought her back to her senses, and she started struggling.

In a split second, her hands were wrapped up in the bondage tape and pulled up above her head and held against the wall that the chair rested against. She struggled and found that she couldn’t free herself.

Flora had fucking put her hands up against the wall on some sort of hook that held her snuggly in place, and she was unable to free herself. Shit, who knew that the petite woman was strong. Looks were definitely deceiving. God, why did she like what she was doing to her. She’d soaked her panties.

“Now if you’re going to be a good girl, I won’t tie you the rest of the way up.”

“Get off of me and let me fucking go.”

“Wrong answer, kitten.”


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Just Erotic Romance Reviews loved Love Storm – Chapter One excerpt

Just Erotic Romance Reviews loved Love Storm, the third novel in my Dream Marked series! In celebration, I’m posting a first chapter excerpt! From the review:

Ms. Leaf certainly knows her way around some insanely erotic sex scenes that sometimes make you laugh and sometimes make you groan in wishful thinking.

Love Storm

I hope you enjoy reading about Zoe and how she meets her mates: Sean and Charlie!

Zoe Brooke found her life in art, trying to exist on her own terms. Sean Adham found it in work, knowing that money couldn’t provide what he truly desired. Charlie Aponivi found his in study, never expecting more. With dreams their only guide, how will they find each other?

Zoe, Sean, and Charlie know they must bond to survive, but kidnappers are out for their blood. Sean knows he needs his bondmates, but even with his money and influence, he finds no trace. Zoe knows who Sean is, but fears how her life will change if she surrenders to a biological compulsion. Charlie risks everything to meet his lovers and almost loses his life.

How will they come together when Charlie is captured and Chicago is bombed? When they confront the couple behind it all, will they be able to control their power? Or will the storm they call destroy them?

A Siren Erotic Romance


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Chapter One

Sean closed his eyes and decided he had just enough time for a nap. Outside his office window, the heat-baked Las Vegas strip glittered in the sunlight, the neon signs and bustling tourists as frenetic now as they would be late tonight or early tomorrow morning. He rubbed his forehead, willing the headache to subside. He knew he would be here until at least midnight and possibly a few hours past that time. He sighed and stood up, stretching his back. He walked over to the windows and pushed the button that dimmed the light streaming into his office. As the electrochromatic glass turned a deep blue, he walked over to his office door.

“Beth? I’m going to take a nap. Could you hold my calls?”

The young woman sitting at the glass cube outside of his office looked up and smiled. “Sure thing, Mr. Adham. You don’t have any more meetings scheduled until after six.” Concern darkened her face. “Are you okay? You look tired.”

Sean smiled at his assistant. “I’ll be okay. I’ve got another headache, and I’m hoping that a quick break will help.”

“You’ve been working too hard.” Beth shook her finger at him.

Sean smiled, amused by the concern from a woman ten years his junior. He glanced at her swollen midsection, hoping yet again that she wouldn’t go into labor in the office. He knew how to handle a lot of things, but a woman in the throes of childbirth wasn’t one of them.

“You’re already acting like a mother, Beth.” He grinned at her as she wrinkled her nose. “Please don’t go into labor at your desk. Please. I don’t think my heart could take it.”

She laughed and patted her rounded stomach. “I have two months to go yet. Don’t worry! And I’m only twenty-five and in perfect health. No risk factors at all.”

He shrugged, unconvinced. “I am definitely giving you extra maternity leave. That way you can get out of here early enough that I don’t have to worry about being the one who has to catch your infant at birth. I’d probably drop him, and then your husband would kill me. And I need my head of R and D working, not serving time for murder.”

Beth rolled her eyes at him, and Sean ducked back into his office with a chuckle, closing the polished door with a click before she could come up with a suitably acerbic response. Not for the first time, he wondered how much of their joking filtered through the bond to Beth’s husband Ira. He hadn’t expected his extremely pragmatic assistant to fall in love last year. And he certainly didn’t expect the falling in love to include a mating bond while she was vacationing in New York, but that’s exactly what had happened. He thought about the delicate tattoo that marked her wrist, bemused at the idea of his logical, efficient assistant falling prey to so impulsive a situation. On the other hand, he was happy if she was happy. And her husband Ira was a fine man. Sean didn’t regret for an instant giving the man the job running research and development at his main technology company. Beth had fallen in love with one of the foremost scientists in the world, and Sean was delighted to have the man working for him instead of one of his competitors. Physics was a widely varied discipline, but Beth’s husband had a knack for determining which of the theoretical proposals presented to Sean in the course of his work would bear fruit as a useful product. More importantly, Ira knew how to implement his proposals in practical terms.

Sean shook his head, dismissing thoughts of Beth as he moved across his office. Speculating about her situation wouldn’t help him. He took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie, sighing with relief. Half of the room was taken up with his desk, and the wall of windows behind that impressive piece of antique furniture. The other half was divided equally between an extremely comfortable leather sofa and a gorgeous table hand carved with an abstract design under glass. A small door on the far side led to a fully functional bathroom. He had all the amenities he could want both here and in his well-appointed apartment, not that he really thought about it much anymore. He owned the building, after all. Hell, he owned several of the buildings in Las Vegas, two of them brand-new casinos. His other business holdings were worldwide. It wasn’t even an exaggeration to say that he couldn’t calculate how much money he had. He’d inherited a small sum from his father and turned it into a very successful venture capital empire in ten short years. Sean sank down onto the soft leather and contemplated his good fortune. He knew that a lot of it was luck, even as he knew that his hard work was what made the random occurrences of luck pay off. He was content, except for the damnable headaches he began suffering from several weeks ago.

You know why you’re getting headaches, an inner voice whispered to him, treacherously. Shut up, you. Sean grimaced and closed his eyes, exasperated. Now I’m reduced to arguing with myself? Bah. He settled deeper into the sofa and hoped his nap would be dreamless. Somehow, he knew it would not.

* * * *

The ground rumbled underfoot, but Sean didn’t care. It was only a 4.2. Not nearly enough of an earthquake to bother a native Californian. Instead of worrying about the earth moving, his eyes focused on the woman at the far end of the faire. It was hot out, but she looked cool and beautiful. What was he doing here again? He hated these kinds of things. Why in the hell this dream kept planting him down in the middle of a Renaissance festival was beyond his comprehension. People in outlandish costumes gyrated past him, some of them clutching monstrous turkey legs. Others sloshed warm beer out of ridiculously large mugs. Sean resisted the urge to join them. Some part of his psyche liked the wildness of the people here, but he knew that for all their supposed freedom, many of the artists and revelers had all-too-mundane jobs that they would get back to at the end of the weekend. He squinted, willing the crowd to part so he could see the woman more clearly.

As if she could tell he was staring, she looked up, her gamine face confused. When she caught sight of him, she frowned. Clearly she knew who he was. Sean strode through the crowd, enjoying the sun-baked warmth of the dusty ground on his toes. Bare feet again? He didn’t let it bother him this time, not even grimacing at the sensation. This wasn’t the first time he’d dreamed of this faire. It wasn’t even the second time. When the dreams first started, he was quite disconcerted by the lack of shoes. After the third or fourth time, he had resigned himself to the fact that he was always barefoot. At least this time he was able to move closer to the woman without waking up. He needed to get closer still.

It was only when he found himself edging into the shade of her open tent that he allowed himself a small glimmer of triumph. He’d never yet made it this far. Always before, in every other one of these dreams, she’d fled before he could get to her. He stepped in closer. She was thin. Strong. Older than him, maybe forty years old but still beautiful. He liked the way she carried herself, as though the years had burned away any sense of foolishness. This was not a woman who would be easy to know. She would be a challenge. He stepped closer. For the first time in one of these dreams, she held her ground, gripping the edges of the rough wood table fiercely enough to make the tips of her fingers go white.

“Who are you?”

Sean watched her bite her lip as he pondered how to answer the question. He was sorely tempted to say “I am your destiny,” but he had a feeling that she wouldn’t appreciate the joke. “My name is Sean. Who are you?”

“Why are you stalking me?” The woman ignored his question, frowning at him, and Sean felt a pang of lust surge through him. The stern expression on her face didn’t detract at all from her luminous beauty. From the pale green of her eyes to the sharp blue streaks she’d had painted into her short, dark hair to her wiry build, Sean knew this woman was more than a match for him. His body approved, even if his mind hadn’t yet caught up to that realization. He felt his jeans tighten, and her eyes dropped to his groin then fled like startled birds back up to his face. Sean smiled.

“Why ever would you think I’m stalking you? This is just a dream,” he said quietly, hoping to dispel her fear.

She pressed her lips together, and Sean sensed her apprehension boil over. He didn’t need to touch her to know that her body would be taut with worry. He stepped closer, then stopped, looking beyond her thin shoulders. There was another person here, a man, dark as shadow in the depths of her tent. “Who is that?”

She frowned harder, searching his face, for what, he did not know. When she turned abruptly, Sean moved in right next to her. The noise of the crowd faded the closer he got. She gasped, and the shape behind her materialized into a young man with dusky skin and long, straight dark hair. Sean tried to make out his features but couldn’t. Strangely, he felt a kinship with the stranger, a deep pull on his senses that went beyond the surface. He wanted to touch this man, see if he felt real. The ground rumbled again but none of them paid any attention. Outside the tent the wind picked up, and Sean tasted the scent of water in the air.

“Where am I?” the man asked, his voice light and steady. He looked around. “This is a desert. That makes no sense.” He moved closer, and suddenly Sean could see the man’s face. He was young, maybe in his early twenties. He had dark eyes and possibly a bit of Native American blood in him, a sharp contrast to Sean’s pale skin and deep blue eyes. The woman clenched her hands together then rubbed at her arms as though she had an itch she couldn’t get to. Sean frowned. He’d seen that action before.

“I have no idea what the hell is going on,” the woman gritted out. The young man looked at her, his face so open and compassionate that Sean felt another pang of lust course through him, this time for the man. What the hell?

“My name is Charlie. Charlie Aponivi. I know I’m dreaming. I went out to the forest to see if I could complete a dream journey, like my ancestors, but I didn’t expect to end up in the desert. That’s just weird.” The man ran his hands through his hair. Sean watched the woman watch Charlie do this and recognized her sudden attraction in the way her body swayed toward the young man. Sean was fairly perplexed himself. He wanted to take his hands and run them through that dark waterfall of hair, too. He’d never before felt an attraction to a member of the same sex, but the throbbing in his jeans certainly convinced him of it now.

“I’m Sean,” he said, reaching out a hand unthinkingly. The other man took it reflexively. The moment they touched, Sean blinked at the torrent of emotion he could feel coming from Charlie. The ground rumbled then lurched suddenly. The woman gasped and stumbled against them. Suddenly, she was touching both of them, trying to keep from falling. The bare skin of her palms scorched theirs.

“Zoe,” Sean breathed, trying to keep his feet while a torrent of emotion, much of it conflicting, poured into him from her. “Your name is Zoe Brooke.”

Her name sounded familiar, but before Sean could figure out why, Zoe licked her lips and he lost his train of thought. She nodded, eyes closed, and took a deep breath. Sean nearly went down at the sensation of desire, confusion, and inner strength channeling from her to him and Charlie. Charlie locked his knees and held all three of them up.

“We’re fucking bonding.” Disbelief colored Charlie’s voice. “Holy shit!”

“That’s why you’ve been stalking me!” Zoe exclaimed.

“I’m not stalking you! I wouldn’t do that,” Sean protested. He had no control here—no control over his dreams. Didn’t she understand that?

Zoe grimaced, and for a moment Sean thought she wasn’t going to believe him. Then she nodded. “If we’re really bonding, this is how it begins. I know. I have bonded friends. I just—” She clenched her fists and looked away. “This isn’t something I wanted. And how can three people bond, anyway?”

“Zoe, we don’t really get a choice in this.” Charlie stretched out a hand to her. Sean watched her contemplate refusing his touch, but she tentatively reached out. The moment their palms touched, Zoe’s rigid stance collapsed. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to Charlie, letting the smaller man take some of her weight.

“This is all just a dream, anyway. What the hell does it matter?” Zoe sighed.

With that, Sean let go of the last of his internal barriers. He immediately felt better. Zoe relaxed even more, and the emotions zooming into him softened. He opened his eyes and caught Charlie looking at him. Sean didn’t know what to do. What did he want? He couldn’t decipher his fluctuating emotions properly. Then Charlie leaned in and touched his lips to Sean’s cheek, lingering. Sean stared, shocked as his cock twitched. Zoe shuddered, pushing into him so that her small breasts rubbed against his arm. She wore a small black tank top. No bra. The pebbled tips of her nipples scraped against his skin.

Sean tried to make sense of what was happening. He felt dizzy, but the emotions kept intensifying. He lost his balance and crashed against the table. A dozen small tiles clattered to the floor, and he flinched, hoping none had broken. Somehow he knew Zoe was an artist. She had hand-painted those tiles, and he didn’t want any of them to shatter. She shivered and rested her forehead on Charlie’s arm. More tiles fell, the noise deafening. Sean pulled back, trying to steady the trio against the rickety table. If none of this was real, if it was all a dream, he wouldn’t even remember it when he woke up. He wouldn’t remember the sensation of Zoe’s hand on his arm or Charlie’s lips against his cheek. A stab of grief tore through him.

“No, no, don’t pull back.” Charlie got a hand in Sean’s short, wavy hair and hung on, preventing the larger man from escaping. “It’s real.”

“This is a dream,” Sean ground out, trying to ignore the insistent way his cock disagreed with him.

“If it’s a dream, I don’t want to wake up,” Zoe said, her voice low and raspy. Behind her uncertainty, Sean sensed an aching loneliness and a need for companionship. He turned to her, touching her lips. She gasped, and Sean’s arousal ramped up even higher. Charlie grinned, then bit Sean’s neck. Sean felt his knees go. Zoe grabbed him and pivoted, her small, strong hands clenched in his shirt. A button popped, but he didn’t care. She shoved him back, and he fell onto a chair at the back of the tent.

“If it’s a dream, I’ll deal with that when I wake up. Right now I’m going to take advantage of the fact that two men are here with me, and want me. I haven’t even had a date in years.” Zoe stepped back, and Sean made a grab for her, missing as she sidestepped. “I don’t want an audience.”

Sean looked across the tent. Outside, the crowd continued their revelry, oblivious to what was happening in the dim recesses of Zoe’s craft stall. He didn’t care even if they did see them. He groaned and grabbed for Charlie, but the smaller man went down onto his knees. Charlie grinned up at him and licked his lips. Sean’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t think or focus. Suddenly the interior of the tent darkened, and he tore his gaze away from Charlie’s luscious mouth to see Zoe yanking at the wall ties. She pulled, and the last roll fell down, plunging them into darkness. Tiny pinpoints of brilliant sunlight glittered in the seams. It was hot as fuck inside, and Sean didn’t give a shit. His dick was aching, and Charlie’s hands were too goddamn slow on their way to his fly.

“Charlie, please,” Sean managed. His eyes closed and his head fell back. Charlie teased at the bulge in his jeans, scraping his nails up and down the taut fabric.

“I think he wants more, Charlie,” Zoe said, walking over to the two men. Sean forced his eyes open just in time to see her toss her tank top aside. Her small, pert breasts were gorgeous. Even more beautiful was the tattoo of a wave that crashed across her torso in brilliant blues, greens, and black. The tip of the wave curled around her left nipple, which was pierced. The wave touched the glittering blue gem threaded through her skin as though a single drop of water hovered on that tender flesh, just about to fall.

“Oh my God,” Charlie breathed. He stood up, catching Zoe around her slim waist. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Sean palmed himself, pushing against his throbbing cock. Charlie bent his head and licked Zoe’s nipple. She gasped and pushed against him. Sean squeezed himself, wondering if it was normal to feel so frantic so quickly, just from watching them. Zoe squirmed, grabbing Charlie’s hair. She pulled his head back and deliberately rubbed the younger man’s stubble against her nipple. That’s it, I’m a goner, Sean thought. He undid the buttons of his jeans. He felt like he was going to explode. A trickle of sweat rolled down the side of his face. Fuck, it’s hot in here.

Zoe glanced at him as Charlie licked at her. Sean could barely breathe. Her eyes were dark, the light green of her irises swallowed up by her arousal. He bit his lip, and she shivered. Suddenly, the scent of water fell over him. It felt like a storm was moving in.In the desert? The tent walls wavered in the breeze. There’s a breeze? What the hell? Zoe closed her eyes and swayed. Charlie grabbed her ass and swung her over to Sean, settling her on his lap. Sean went rigid as her soft backside pressed against his dick. He forgot all about the weather.

“Jesus, fuck, Charlie! A little warning next time,” Sean gasped.

Charlie smiled and stripped off his T-shirt. “That implies you think there’ll be a next time? I thought this was just a dream?” he said teasingly. Sean tried to frown, but the lean, muscular strength of Charlie’s bare torso distracted him. Sean’s dick jumped again, not caring that there was nowhere to go. Zoe wiggled on his lap, and Sean thanked God she was wearing soft leggings. The heat of her ass enveloped him, and he jerked his hips, futilely trying to force his cock deeper. Damn jeans. When Charlie dropped back to his knees, Sean’s eyes locked on the other man’s erection, clearly visible as the younger man leaned back, resting his ass on his feet. Charlie was certainly flexible.

“Charlie—” Sean pleaded. He wanted to see more bare skin.

Charlie smiled and slowly undid his pants. He wore nothing underneath, and the way his thick cock sprung out made Sean tremble. Zoe clenched her fingers on Sean’s thighs in an unmistakable demonstration of lust. “Like what you see?”

“Stop teasing us, Charlie,” Zoe said. Sean wholeheartedly agreed. The last of his reservations about being attracted to another man melted in the face of his burning desperation to see, to touch.

Charlie smiled and peeled his jeans wider, and then he palmed himself, thumbing the pre-cum beading over the head of his cock. He shuddered and pumped his hand a few times before stopping. He ignored the way his dick bounced against his abdomen. “I would rather touch you.”

Sean grunted and opened his legs, wincing at the way his jeans pulled. Zoe’s legs dropped between his and she stood up. Before Sean could even blink, Charlie was stripping her leggings down, dragging her thin panties along with the stretchy fabric. He helped her step out of them, tossing her flip-flops aside. Sean looked at her. Zoe’s ass was perfect. He reached out and palmed her softness, letting his fingers glide then massage her perfect curves. She shivered and backed into him, but Charlie pulled her away.

“Sean. Stand up.” Charlie poked Sean’s jean-clad knee. “I want these off.”

Sean closed his eyes and fought for control. Charlie poked him again.

“You’re kind of bossy.”

“I may be young, but I know what I want.” This time Charlie yanked on Sean’s pants.

“Okay, for fuck’s sake. Okay.” Sean stood up and let his jeans drop.

“The underwear, too,” Charlie said.

Sean rolled his eyes. Like he was going to leave those on? He gingerly stretched the soft elastic out and around his cock, sighing with relief at the lack of constriction. He let Charlie pull them off and sat back down on the chair, stark naked. The cool wood felt great on his bare ass, but he had little time to revel in it as Zoe settled back on his lap. Sean closed his eyes and tucked his face into her neck, relishing the cool scent of her hair. She smelled like saltwater and the beach one moment and like a fresh spring in the middle of the woods the next. He licked her neck, and she shivered. Sean smiled into her hair and bit her, worrying at the skin with his teeth. Zoe trembled and opened her legs, propping them on either side of his thighs.

When she jerked, nearly falling off, Sean lifted his head and looked down over her body. Charlie was biting up the inside of her thigh. It only took Sean a split second to realize that Charlie’s mouth was going to be on his balls if the younger man kept going. Charlie kept going. A moment later, it was Sean’s turn to jerk and moan. Zoe was thrashing on his lap and Sean snaked his arms around her waist in an effort to hold her still. His right palm landed on her nipple, and she arched her back, shoving her ass into his dick, but Sean had no time to focus on that. Charlie was licking at him. Sean had never felt anything so amazing in his entire life. Pity this was nothing but a dream.

“Charlie, oh my fucking God, don’t stop,” Sean ground out, his voice hoarse. He couldn’t string two thoughts together if he tried. Zoe grabbed his hand and forced it down. Oh. Wow. Sean slipped his fingers between her slick folds and teased at her clit. She panted, and he moved his thumb faster, enjoying the way she wriggled on him as Charlie slid his hands up under her ass. What was he doing now? Sean bit down on Zoe’s shoulder then Charlie grabbed Sean’s cock. He pulled it out so that it lay against Zoe’s pussy. The younger man tugged Sean’s hand away. This forced Zoe to stillness.

“Charlie? What are you doing?” Zoe asked. Sean didn’t speak. It took everything he had not to orgasm right away as Charlie shifted his weight.

The younger man just grinned and leaned down, not bothering to answer. Sean clenched his teeth. He knew what Charlie was going to do even if Zoe didn’t. He held her tighter, grabbing her hips and forcing her to remain motionless. She struggled briefly, then Charlie’s fucking amazing tongue touched Sean’s cock, and she went rigid. Sean bucked, grunting at the exquisite sensation. Charlie smiled up at them and scrubbed his tongue right beneath Sean’s cockhead. Zoe moaned as Sean tried to breathe. He couldn’t help himself. He began thrusting, desperate to get Charlie’s mouth down around him. Zoe shuddered as Sean’s erection, slick with her juices and Charlie’s saliva, rubbed against her clit. Charlie pressed closer and licked her, too, taking Sean in his mouth at the same time his tongue teased along her slit. Zoe whimpered, and Sean knew she was close, but what about Charlie? He forced his eyes down to see that Charlie had his dick in a punishing grip.

“Charlie. Charlie, come up here.” Sean forced his fingers into Charlie’s hair. It took every ounce of willpower he had to tilt Charlie’s mouth up and away. Sean tugged and Charlie stood up, his cock an angry red where it poked out from his fist. Sean felt Zoe’s tiny thrusts against his erection falter as she caught sight of Charlie’s arousal. Suddenly, startling Sean, she leaned out and sucked Charlie’s cock into her mouth, forcing Sean’s erection down. He moaned at the intense pressure, biting the inside of his cheek as he willed himself under control. He watched Zoe manhandle Charlie, who grunted in shock as she grabbed him. When Zoe bit down gently, Charlie froze, and Sean tugged his head down until he could kiss him.

The moment their lips met, Sean knew that this was real. It might be a dream, but what he was feeling now for these two individuals would last beyond this fleeting piece of wishful dreamscape. He nibbled at Charlie’s full lower lip, and when the other man gasped, opening his mouth, Sean dove in, licking and sucking in a way that he hoped would convey the enormity of what was happening. He could sense pieces of Charlie’s childhood, kites flying and his mother. From Zoe he sensed a great betrayal from her teenage years, her father beating her mother, grief and survival. He discovered Charlie’s deep intelligence, his gift for math and languages. He absorbed Zoe’s inner strength and determination, her artistic talent and her struggle to support herself. He kept kissing Charlie, unable to stop himself. The torrent of information mixed with his insane arousal, making him desperate. He felt the memory of his father’s death leave him and suddenly knew they were getting as much from him as he was from them.

When Zoe struggled, he finally broke free. For a moment, all he could do was pant, then Zoe sat back up and pulled Charlie’s face to hers. When he turned and yanked Sean close, the three of them met in a kiss so explosive he thought he would die if it ever stopped. Zoe’s small tongue licked at his. Charlie trembled and Sean’s lungs seized as the three of them toppled into a climax as devastating as it was pleasurable. Sean moaned as Charlie’s spunk jetted over his lap and Zoe clamped her thighs around his. Sean’s cock jerked and spurted in an orgasm so hard he saw stars. For a moment he scented fresh water. A hot wind tore through the tent and he blacked out, falling through his dream into wakefulness. When he wrenched open his eyes, he was alone in the silence of his office. His pants were soaked. His headache throbbed behind his forehead with an insistence that finally convinced him that what he was experiencing wasn’t a brief indisposition. Sean slumped into his sofa with the realization. He was in the throes of a bonding heat. And he had no idea how to find his bond-mates.

Feature Friday — Sage Marlowe

Feature Friday




What’s the price of reality when a fantasy is for sale?

Cam is young, sinfully sexy and willing to play without limits, a combination which makes him a fantasy turned to flesh for men and women alike – and he’s for sale.

Nate is curious when it comes to carnal delights but hasn’t found the right man to explore his desires with.

When a friend buys Nate a few hours of pleasure with Cam, it’s not much of a surprise that Nate ends up intrigued. He keeps coming back for more and the attraction between them appears to be mutual but while Nate finds himself falling for the sexy hooker, Cam makes no secret of the fact that for him, sex is just a job.

Determined to win him over, Nathan tries to show him that sex is about more than physical satisfaction but Cam’s walls seem impenetrable until a dramatic event forces him to reveal some of his secrets and Nate begins to understand that Cam pays more than just the price for the reality behind the fantasy.



I became aware of Cam coming closer, but I just couldn’t make myself look up from the floor. Cam chuckled softly and tucked a finger under my chin, gently forcing my face up to make me meet his eyes.

“You okay?” His voice was low and intimate, teasing my ears just like the sight of his smiling mouth teased my libido.

“Yeah, I just, uh, I guess I’m just more than a bit surprised.” I gave a shaky laugh. “Trust Cynthia to come up with stupid ideas.”

“I don’t think it’s a stupid idea.” Cam sounded perfectly calm, which only served to make me even more nervous. I shuddered under his inquisitive look.

“But…you just spent the night with her and now you…you would…with me. And she… Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “This is weird.”

Cam’s gaze locked with mine. “There’s nothing weird about it, Nathan. It’s only sex, no strings attached. She wants you to enjoy it, so don’t spoil it by thinking too much.”

“But I-I’ve never…” I stammered, helpless under Cam’s stare and increasingly incoherent.

“There’s a first time for everything,” Cam rasped, leaning in a little closer. “Don’t think. Feel.”

He lowered his head and brushed his lips over my mouth in a first tender touch. Thoughts ran havoc in my mind, not all of them logical. He was a whore. Whores didn’t kiss—did they? This one definitely did. He hesitated for a few heartbeats then came back for more, the caress longer and more intense this time. I moaned as his wet tongue parted my lips ever so gently and the pressure of his mouth against mine increased. What was I doing? I couldn’t…shouldn’t… But why did it feel so natural to open up to Cam, and why did I have this need to lean into him when he put his arms around me and pulled me close?

He was half-naked, and his skin was still moist from the shower. He smelled so fucking good, clean, just a bit musky and the feel of his solid body where it touched mine made my nerve endings tingle with pleasure. Our kiss, his kiss, deepened, a slow, tentative tangling of tongues, as he licked and explored my mouth. He was in control and I liked it. I liked how he played and rambled like an eager puppy and yet unerringly discovered all the caresses I enjoyed. Cam was a good kisser and his height forced me to tilt my head up, causing an unfamiliar angle that only added to my growing arousal. And he wasn’t left unaffected either. He pushed his groin against mine, pressed the hard ridge there to my own throbbing erection. I thought the friction alone would bring me off, but then he started nibbling and licking from my ear, along my neck to my collarbone and I was busy shuddering and jolting under his talented tongue.


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Lick Is A Four-Letter Word – Chapter One excerpt


Did you ever find yourself in a situation that was embarrassing, hilarious, AND sensual? If not, read on and prepare to snort your drink all over your lap. I’m posting the first chapter and part of the second for you. At the beginning of Lick Is A Four-Letter Word, Felicity is trapped in a small room with two very naked, very hot men. I giggled the entire time I wrote the scene!


Josh and Troy aren’t looking for a girlfriend, but a lost bet sends them into a small room with a broken lock. When a beautiful blonde limps in from the connecting bathroom, they end up on their knees trying to make her feel better.

Felicity isn’t looking for love, but she keeps falling into Josh and Troy’s arms. The men can’t control their desire to take care of her. She can’t resist their humor.

Even so, Felicity isn’t sure she wants to date two guys at once, especially when she’s white and they’re not. Josh and Troy aren’t sure their attraction for her and each other is worth the risk.

Will a secret from Felicity’s past push them away before they come together? Will Josh and Troy be able to convince her they’re serious, and that their love is hers for the taking?


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Chapter One

“This is a bad idea.” Josh fidgeted with the paper sheet thingy spread over his lap. It barely covered his junk. “Seriously.”

“Oh, stop being such a baby,” Troy retorted, adjusting his own paper sheet. “Laura said women like it when you trim the forest. And besides, we lost the bet, remember?”

He doesn’t seem to be having any trouble with his little paper dress, Josh thought bitterly. Troy lounged on his table as though hanging out naked in a small room with his best friend was entirely normal. Which it totally is not. To make matters worse,Troy’s cappuccino-colored skin wasn’t sporting even one goose bump and Josh was shivering. He wished he could bang his head on something. Like a wall. Or Troy’s skull.

“And you listen to my sister when she talks to you about sex?” he asked mulishly.

Troy frowned, looking down at his lollipop thoughtfully. “When you put it like that…”

Josh sighed. “Dude. She’s married to your brother. Your older brother. Who stuffed you in a closet when you were eight, remember? He could kill us both with his little finger.” Josh shifted his weight on the table, wondering once again how he and Troygot themselves into these disasters. His butt was numb from sitting and waiting and he could barely keep himself from shredding the stupid paper drape. I’m going to kill Laura for setting us up for this. This is all her fault.

“Now you’re just being a wuss. If we ganged up on David, we’d be fine,” Troy said and stuck the cherry candy back in his mouth.

Josh glared at his friend. Troy was an idiot. He had been driving Josh crazy since they were kids. “He’s a cop.”

“So?” Troy asked, the side of his cheek sticking out from the round candy.

Josh scowled. Troy’s lips were pulled to one side by the lollipop. His hazel eyes twinkled over his distorted cheek, daring Josh to say something. How he managed to look so put-together while naked and sucking on a lollipop was beyond Josh’s comprehension.

“You’re ridiculous,” he finally said, putting all of the withering contempt he felt for his best friend right now in the words. “Also, my sister would take David’s side. She could kick your ass, too.”

“I’m not afraid of Laura,” Troy declared.

Josh laughed. “I had no idea you turned into a moron when you took your clothes off.”

Troy glared at him and pulled out the candy. “For God’s sake, Josh, man up. You’re twenty-seven years old. You own your own business. You have a black belt in Tae Kwon Do.”

“I own half my own company. You own the other half. And my sister has a black belt too, so it cancels mine out. Also, she’s my sister. I haven’t won an argument with her since she turned five, and neither have you.” Josh shifted again, then froze when the paper ripped under his thigh. “Shit.”

Troy snorted. “You can’t even sit still. Pathetic.”

Josh gave him the finger. “I’m freezing.”

Troy licked his lollipop insolently, leaning back on his table. “It’s not my problem if your skinny Korean ass has no insulation.”


“Whatever.” Troy rolled his eyes.

“That’s like calling you a white boy.” Josh knew that particular statement would get his friend riled up and he grinned in anticipation. He didn’t have to wait long.

“Fuck you,” Troy said, spitting the lollipop out. He was half-smiling. This was an old argument. “I’m half black.”

“Your mom is white and she raised you. And you hate rap music. That’s just weird. That cancels out all your blackness.” Josh leaned back, giving up on the stupid paper. It gaped open over his leg, giving Troy an eyeful of his hip, but he didn’t care anymore. If something poked out, oh well. Not like Troy hasn’t seen a dick before. He’s got one of his own.

“I simply prefer more refined music, like the blues. Or jazz,” Troy stated, nodding his head emphatically. “Unlike you, my tastes are more developed.”

Josh grinned. “At least I have taste.”

Troy sat up. A loud rip signaled the demise of half of his paper drape. “Shitballs.” He stared down at the rip that left him clutching two pieces of paper over his groin. “You did that on purpose.”

“Your lollipop is sticking,” Josh said, pointing.

Troy cursed and pulled it up, ripping the paper even more. A scrap stuck to the candy. “You suck, Josh.”

Josh laughed, watching his friend try to juggle two scraps of paper and a lollipop while trying to keep his cock covered. It was way too late for modesty, though he didn’t tell Troy that. He eyed the line of his friend’s body, admiring the way his muscles moved under the skin, not for the first time. He was careful to look away before Troy caught him. He liked women, but a few years ago he’d had to come to terms with the fact that he seemed to be something less than straight, not that he’d ever acted on it. Not that he ever intended on doing so. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he might be just a bit bisexual, but it wasn’t that big a deal. He liked girls just fine, too. Besides, it was easier to date women.

He watched, amused as Troy cursed again, finally getting the last of the paper off of his lollipop. He licked it triumphantly, flicking the sticky bit he’d picked off toward Josh. Josh ducked, the paper on his lap sliding again. He grabbed it and missed. That’s when the door from the bathroom opened and a small blonde woman walked in wearing nothing but a paper sheet, nerdy glasses, and long, wavy hair.


Chapter Two

Felicity stopped dead in her tracks as the door to the bathroom shut behind her with a solid thud.

“Uh—” she said, staring at the display of gorgeous male flesh in front of her. One of the men had his paper sheet clutched to his groin, lollipop dangling precariously from his mouth. He was a warm brown all over. He had the most delicious set of muscles she’d ever seen and eyes that flashed from hazel to gold and back again. His short, light hair was done in small, soft dreadlocks. It looked fluffy. She wanted to run her hands along his head, see if it felt as soft as it looked.

He smiled cheekily at her, licking his lollipop as he readjusted his paper drape. She blushed, tearing her eyes away only to have them land on the other man. His hair was a shiny dark brown, longer in front so that it flopped over his forehead. He stared back at her as he sat there, cupping his hands over his groin, crumpled up paper haphazardly arranged over his hips. He looked just as amazing as the other man: smooth light brown skin, sleek muscles, and exotically tilted brown eyes.

“Oh God,” she muttered, feeling for the doorknob behind her. She curled her toes in her socks and tried to figure out what had just happened. Her bad ankle ached, warning her not to tense up, but it was already too late. She ignored the stab of pain in her foot, used to it after the past few years. She didn’t know where to look that wouldn’t land her in trouble. “I’m sorry, I must have picked the wrong door,” she mumbled, mortified, still fumbling behind her. When her hand closed over the knob, she breathed a sigh of relief. She tried to turn it, wanting to back out of here as quickly and painlessly as possible. It didn’t budge. “Crap,” she muttered, clutching the paper drape closed with her other hand as if her life depended on it. “Double crap,” she said more loudly as she tried again to get the handle to move. It clicked futilely in her hand.

“It’s locked, isn’t it,” the Asian-looking guy said, a resigned note in his voice.

She nodded, making sure her eyes stayed on the floor. She could see his bare toes curling in midair as he sat on the table. He had really attractive feet.

“Locked. Ha. Of course it is,” the other man said, his voice a soft baritone. He was clearly amused.

Felicity closed her eyes and leaned back against the door. “I was in the bathroom changing. I must have gotten turned around.” She desperately wished the floor would swallow her up. She cracked one eye open. Nope, no hole to dive into, dammit.

“No worries. I’ll just go get the attendant. She can go in through the adjoining room and unlock the bathroom,” the deep-voiced man said.

Felicity glanced up just in time to see him hop down, holding the paper sheet he’d mutilated closed over his hips. It barely covered him. She flushed, mortified as she realized that the shadow she was looking at behind the paper was his cock, swinging. Or was that her glasses sending reflections across her eyes?

“You’re going to get the attendant,” the Asian man repeated disbelievingly. “Troy, your butt is hanging out in midair.”

It sure was. She could see it in all its glory. Felicity tried to pretend she was invisible. Or dreaming. Or hallucinating. Anything to get her out of this incredibly embarrassing situation. Sure, she had the opportunity to gawk at a couple of indecently hot men, but her own goods were barely covered. And I never went on that diet I meant to. She felt really, really exposed.

“So? I’ll just poke my head out.” He walked to the door, somehow managing to keep a hand on his candy, the paper, and his dignity… until he tried the handle and it wouldn’t move. “Uh-oh,” he said, not moving.

“What do you mean, ‘uh-oh?’ ‘Uh-oh’ is not cool, Troy.” The other man jumped down and strode over.

Felicity stared. His ass was just as amazing and perfect as his friend’s. She couldn’t help goggling. She was only human, after all. He was slightly shorter than the other man, but that didn’t bother her in the least bit. She swallowed, trying to get a grip on her libido. They were the most handsome men she’d ever seen close up. I didn’t think guys looked like this without photo editing, she mused, eyes lingering on the taller guy’s hips. Their skin color contrasted with each other beautifully. And I did not just think that, did I? she berated herself.

“It’s locked. From the outside,” the Asian guy said.

“No shit, Josh,” the darker, taller man replied.

As one, they turned and looked at Felicity.

Why were they looking at her like that? It wasn’t her fault they were stuck here. “Uh, hi? How’s it going?” She waved with her free hand, trying not to let on how disconcerted she felt.

The taller guy laughed, shoulders relaxing. “Yeah. Hi.”

“Oh for God’s sake,” the Asian guy muttered. He straightened his shoulders, one hand hanging onto his paper. The muscles in his arm and chest bulged attractively. “I’m Josh. This is Troy.” He jerked a thumb at his friend.

Felicity blinked and forced herself to smile. “I’m Felicity.”

“Hello, Felicity,” Troy said, leaning back against the door. “Looks like we’re stuck in here.” Lazily, he licked his lollipop again.

Felicity choked back a gasp as his lips closed around the red candy. Jesus, the man is lethal. “Looks like,” she managed, forcing her eyes away from his mouth. Unfortunately, she ended up looking at Josh. He was glaring at his friend, but that didn’t detract one bit from the sharp beauty of his face.

I’m going to either faint or go up in flames, Felicity thought, her gaze  bouncing back and forth from one man to the other.

“So, uh, you’re here for a bikini wax?” Josh said.

And just like that, Felicity remembered that she was naked too. She went hot all over as she tried to figure out how to answer him. “Um—” she began, then gave up when his eyes dropped to her chest. She glanced down, not surprised to see her nipples pebbled against the paper. She was cold and embarrassed—and kind of aroused, a treacherous voice in her head muttered. She shifted to cover her breasts with her hands, but then the bottom gaped open and she grabbed at that part, too, pretzeling her arms. Stupid paper gown, she thought darkly.

Trey elbowed Josh in the ribs. “Dude. You are an idiot.”

Josh thunked his head on the wall, twice, then looked at her sheepishly. “Sorry. It’s none of my business.”

Felicity shrugged, trying to keep the paper gown under control. “My friend bought me a gift certificate for this place.”

“His sister won a bet against us.” Troy pointed at Josh.

Felicity bit her lip, trying not to laugh. “Okay.”

“And we are never playing cards with Laura again, right?” Troy said, jabbing his lollipop at Josh like a weapon.

Josh ducked away from the sticky candy. “I’ve already apologized at least twice. What do you want from me? Blood?”

Troy nodded, eyes mischievous.

Felicity was too busy trying to jimmy the doorknob behind her to notice anything strange until Josh spoke again.

“What are you, a vampire? You’re the wrong color, my friend.” He smirked. “In case it’s escaped your notice.”

The taller man grinned. “You think you’re funny, but you really, really aren’t.”

Felicity watched as his eyes flicked down over Josh’s body, almost too quickly for her to believe it. Josh was mock-frowning and didn’t seem to notice Troy checking him out. Maybe I imagined it? Felicity wondered, fingers wrapped around the cold metal knob. She yanked on it again. It still didn’t budge.

“How are we going to get out of here?” Josh asked.

“Someone will come looking for us,” Troy said, licking his lollipop. Josh sighed, and both men turned their attention on her again.

Felicity swallowed, hoping nothing jiggly was showing as she moved her hand away from the door. “I had an appointment. When the girl who was supposed to work on me doesn’t find me where I’m supposed to be, they’ll come looking.”

Troy leaned against the wall. “Yeah, okay. That’s good.”

Felicity nodded.

The three of them stared at each other in silence for a minute. Felicity tried to imagine the duo without the hair on their chests, but couldn’t do it. They weren’t excessively furry anyway. It would be a shame if they de-haired themselves, she thought sadly. Her gaze lingered on their pecs and then trailed down to their abdomens. Both men were in amazing shape.

“Okay! So, what do you do for a living, Felicity?” Josh asked, sounding desperate.

Was he getting hard? Holy shit. She stared at his groin, wondering if the bulge she saw was what she thought it was. “Um, I’m a copy writer. And I do some IT stuff, too.”

“What does a copy writer do?” Troy asked, moving in front of his friend.

“You know the blurbs you read on ads and on the backs of books? That’s what I write. I do online copywriting, too.” Felicity watched him saunter over to one of the tables. He hopped up on it, the paper gaping for a moment. Oh my God, that is definitely his penis. Her heart stuttered. Damn, the man is well-endowed. And so is his friend. She was no longer cold.

“That sounds interesting,” Josh was saying.

She could tell he was just trying to be polite. She struggled to focus on what he was saying and not on his assets. “Yeah, not. It’s actually kind of boring,” she said, forcing her eyes back to the floor. The floor was safe.

“I can’t believe we left our cell phones in the damn bathroom,” Troy said.

“How long do you think we’ll have to wait before someone comes looking for us?” Josh asked.

Felicity was about to answer when someone knocked on the door.

“Yes, come in!” Troy yelled, hopping down again from the table.

Whoever was at the door tried to turn the knob… and couldn’t.

“Oh shit,” Josh said, staring at the door.

Felicity stifled a crazy urge to laugh hysterically. They heard muffled talk from the other side of the wall as Josh walked over.

“We didn’t lock it,” he called out. More muffled sounds followed. Josh bent his head, then tried the knob from his side. A rattling noise came from inside the lock. “I think it’s jammed.” He pressed his face against the door, listening.

Felicity tried not to panic. She was stuck in a room with two strange men and they were all naked. Or close enough to it that it didn’t matter. She rearranged her paper gown, wishing there was more of it to cover her.

“They said they have to get a locksmith. Apparently they’ve been having trouble with this door for a while now.” Josh said, coming back over. He leaned against the table next to Troy.

“Why can’t they just let us out through the bathroom?” Troy asked, waving his lollipop around. “You know, go in through that door, enter the connecting bathroom, and voila.”

Josh pinched the bridge of his nose. “They said there’s a session going on in the room next door and they can’t interrupt it.”

“What? That’s stupid,” Felicity said, eyeing his legs. They were strong and lean and when he caught her staring, she whipped her eyes away. “How long? Do they know?”

“Maybe an hour? Two? They really have no idea.” Josh sighed, leaning his elbows on the table. “And yeah, it’s totally stupid that they can’t just go in and unlock it. The woman said something about a ‘very important client.’” He used air quotes to emphasize his disgust. “This place sucks.”

“Well, damn,” Troy said, disgruntled. “What are we going to do in here for an hour?” He popped his lollipop back in his mouth and poked Josh. “After all this, I am so not getting any damn thing waxed. If your sister asks us about it, we will lie. Got it? We will lie, and we will lie well. And you will not burst out laughing in the middle of the lie, either.”

Josh nodded tiredly. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you.” Both men lapsed into silence, nearly identical grumpy expressions on their faces. Felicity watched them, wondering if she should say something. Josh was tapping a finger on the edge of the table in a complicated rhythm. Troy occupied himself by licking his lollipop. His full lips were stained pink. Instead of finding it repulsive, she just wanted to lick the sweetness off of his mouth.

I bet he tastes really sweet, she thought. She looked away again, inspecting the rest of the room as she tried to distract herself from the two men. They were hot, and really nice, but she didn’t want to let herself get interested. She was just fine. She didn’t need a man in her life now that she’d finally figured out how to be happy on her own.

“Your feet are probably aching by now. Why don’t you sit on the other table?” Josh hopped up on the one he was leaning against. “Troy and I can share this one.”

Troy nodded. “Yeah, you should sit down. You can’t stand over there the whole time.”

Felicity felt her face go hot as her extremely vivid imagination supplied her with an image of the two of them sharing the table. Naked. “That’s okay. I’m fine here,” she squeaked.

“No, Josh is right. Come on. I can tell you’re uncomfortable.” Troy pointed at her feet with the lollipop. “You keep curling your toes.”

“You’ve been looking at my toes?” Felicity curled them nervously.

“Seemed like the safest place to look.” Troy grinned. “Not that I don’t want to stare at the rest of you, believe me.”

“Oh God,” she muttered. She wished she could put her hands over her cheeks, hide her blush, but she couldn’t let go of the paper.

“Come on,” Josh said, patting the table. “It’s not soft, but it’s better than standing.”

Troy walked over to her.

Felicity pressed back against the door as he stopped in front of her. Up close, his pecs looked even more amazing. He was big. Really big. And warm. He was close enough she could feel his body heat radiating from him. She licked her lips nervously, wishing she could push her glasses up, but her hands were occupied.

Unexpectedly, he tugged on her arm. “Come on. Your feet look cold.”

She jumped when he touched her, but the shock of his warm fingers on her skin derailed her objections. He towed her over to the table. Awkwardly, she climbed up on it, sure that she was flashing them. The paper gown crinkled as she arranged herself. Thankfully, neither man leered at her as she finally settled down, though Troy didn’t budge from his spot next to her table. He’d managed to tuck his paper gown thingie around his waist somehow, leaving both of his hands free.

When did he do that? she wondered.

“Give me your feet,” he said.

Felicity blinked. “What?”

“Your feet.” He stuck his lollipop in his mouth and wiggled his fingers at her. “I do a mean foot massage.”

She didn’t understand what was happening. “Why would you want to give me a foot massage?”

Josh hopped down and walked over. Just like Troy, he looked even better up close than he did across the room. Felicity clutched her paper sheet with both hands, hoping they couldn’t tell how overwhelmed she felt.

“You were limping.” He frowned down at her legs.

Felicity hid her left foot behind her right one. “So?”

Josh looked up at her, brown eyes warm. “You hurt your foot sometime, right?”

How the hell did he know that? Was he psychic?

“Don’t push her, Josh,” Troy said around his candy.

“You’re the one who offered a massage,” Josh retorted.

The two of them bicker like little boys. It was impossible to keep feeling intimidated when they were acting like this. Felicity giggled, the tension fading a little from her spine. Little boys with amazing, grown-up bodies, she thought.

At the sound, the men left off arguing.

“I broke my ankle a few years ago,” she explained, shrugging. “I had to have a few surgeries, and it didn’t heal perfectly.” Such a simple explanation for the event that changed my life forever, she thought bitterly. “I can walk, though.” It seemed important to mention that.

“Oh, that sucks,” Troy said, going to his knees easily.

Felicity blinked.

He snapped his fingers. “Gimme your foot.”

She squeaked as he reached out and put a hand on her ankle. He was serious? Did she really want to let him do this? “I’m not sure—” she began to say, then he slid his warm hands around the joint, massaging gently. She shivered. “Oh God, that feels so good.”

Troy grinned up at her. “Yeah? Excellent.” He kept the pressure gentle.

When Josh went to his knees right next to his friend, she had to swallow, hard. Two hot men on their knees in front of her? No one was going to believe this one. She didn’t really believe this was happening.

He picked up her right ankle, the good one, and began massaging her foot. “This okay?”

She nodded jerkily. He smiled at her and bent to his task, dark hair sliding over his face. Troy sucked on his lollipop as he ran his thumbs over her arch, then down to her toes. Felicity concentrated on keeping her knees carefully shut so the men wouldn’t get an eyeful, but she couldn’t help moaning at the amazing sensations their hands wrung out of her body.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Troy murmured, hands busy.

Felicity’s legs relaxed a little. “Yeah,” she breathed, amazed at how much residual pain his touch soothed away.

“I bet this joint hurts you all the time,” Troy said around his lollipop. It was small enough now he’d tucked it into his cheek.

She shrugged. “Sometimes it’s worse than others.”

Josh nodded. “Troy broke his wrist a few years ago. He still gets weird nerve spasms. The only thing that helps them go away is a massage.”

“Oh,” Felicity said, faintly, imagining Josh rubbing Troy’s arm.

“I got pretty good at it,” Josh continued, running his fingers over her good ankle.

Felicity’s womanly instincts sat up and wagged their tails at her. What else did Josh massage?

He looked up at her and she felt a little light-headed when his eyes met hers. God, he was gorgeous. He let his hand slide up her leg to her knee. She gasped. No man had touched her there in years, not since her husband had died in the same car crash that had screwed up her ankle.

“Sorry,” he murmured, eyes hot as he slid his hand back down. He curled his warm palm around her instep.

She swallowed, not knowing what to say. She wasn’t upset, not exactly. She wasn’t entirely comfortable, either. “It’s okay.”

“Does that feel better?” Troy asked.

She glanced over at him. He’d stopped rubbing her sock-clad foot.

“Yeah,” she said, fiddling with her glasses so they couldn’t tell how turned-on she was.

Very deliberately he held her gaze and slid his hand up to curve around her calf. “How about that? Still okay?”

She gulped, and bit her lip. Clearly neither man wanted to hurt her or they would have already. And every time they touched her, they asked permission. Did she want to accept what he seemed to be offering? She found herself nodding. “Yeah,” she whispered.

Troy glanced at Josh, his expression complicated. Josh nodded minutely and slid his hands back up to her knee. They were very warm. Felicity’s breath quickened.

“What—” She had to stop and clear her throat. “What are you doing?”

They turned their faces up to her. Felicity gripped the table as though her life depended on it. These kinds of things did not happen to her. Never. Not ever. She was nerdy and bookish and introverted. The only reason she’d ever been married was because she and Pete had been friends in school. Her husband had been just as nerdy and introverted as her. When she’d lost him, she’d had to relearn how to function by herself.

“I want to kiss you,” Troy said. He reached up and took out the stick he’d tucked into his mouth. The lollipop was gone. “May I?”

She stared at him. “You want to kiss me?”

He smiled. “Yeah.” He tossed the stick onto the paper-covered table.

She licked her lips. “Really?”

He laughed and stood up. “Yeah, really. Why wouldn’t I? You’re pretty and sweet and you seem nice.”

She blinked. “Guys don’t usually want to kiss me.”

Josh stood up too, frowning. “Clearly you’ve been hanging around with really dumb guys, then.”

Felicity bit her lip, nerves getting the better of her. “I’m a nerd,” she blurted out.

Troy chuckled. “What, because of these?” He flicked a finger at her glasses.

She nodded. “And I can’t walk very well.”

Josh rolled his eyes. “Really, really dumb guys.” And before she could protest, he leaned in and kissed her.

Felicity gasped, not expecting it. Troy had been the one who’d asked, but Josh was the one whose lips teased at hers, demanding she open up. He rubbed his mouth against hers, lips clinging, and she realized that the reason he looked so handsome wasn’t just because of his eyes—it was because his upper lip had a delicious curl in it. She could feel it against her mouth.

He put a hand on her cheek. “Open up for me, Felicity.”

Feature Friday — Michelle Graham

Welcome to my new feature! Every Friday, I hope to feature authors and their books so that you can see what an astonishing variety of romance there is out there to read. Hope you enjoy the covers and excerpts!

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[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, F/F/M, with F/F elements, spanking, paddling, flogging, sex toys, HFN]

Unemployed and running out of resources, Sophie LaPlante is desperate for a job when the perfect one appears before her. A wealthy couple from Hedon Falls requires a live-in housekeeper, and Sophie is just what they’re looking for.

Jack Sullivan, a powerful CEO and Dom, is married to actress Kendra Hughes. He immediately senses submissive tendencies in his new housekeeper. His wife can never be the sub he needs, so while Kendra is away on a film shoot, he begins to train Sophie. When Kendra returns, she joins the training to explore her own Dominant desires. While their sessions were not intended to involve sex, they find themselves fighting a losing battle against their mutual attraction.

The three of them are caught up in a web of lust, guilt, and infidelity, all complicated by an ex-boyfriend who can’t leave Sophie alone.



“How…how can I help you, Mistress?” Sophie asked faintly, barely able to breathe because her body was wound so tight.

“Have you ever been with a woman, sub?” Kendra asked, her lips right against Sophie’s ear.

Sophie closed her eyes as Kendra’s hot breath tickled her neck and ear. She wanted Kendra. She couldn’t deny it, and it seemed she was going to have her chance. “I’ve only been with you, Mistress.”

Kendra laughed. “You mean the other night? That wasn’t even close to what I want to do with you right now.” Kendra’s hands finally slid up over Sophie’s tits and squeezed gently, bringing a moan from her lips. Kendra’s fingertips grazed over Sophie’s nipples, then began to pinch and pull at them. Sophie’s moans grew louder as the pleasure seemed to shoot straight to her clit, causing the small bundle to throb.

“I’m going to take you to bed, now, Sophie,” Kendra said. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Sophie whispered breathlessly.

Kendra turned her around and pulled Sophie into her arms. She leaned in close and before Sophie could think about it, their lips were pressed together. Kendra’s kiss was soft, her lips gliding pleasantly over Sophie’s. When she parted Sophie’s lips and slid her tongue into her mouth, Sophie whimpered and leaned into the kiss. Her head was reeling at the slow, burning intensity of the embrace. As their tongues moved together, tasting each other, and exploring within each other’s mouths, Sophie slid her hands up Kendra’s back and pulled the other woman even closer. Their breasts pressed together and Sophie revelled in the feeling of Kendra’s nipples rubbing against hers.

The kiss seemed to go on endlessly, until Kendra finally pulled her mouth from Sophie’s. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then Kendra took Sophie’s hand and led her into the bedroom. When they reached the bed, Kendra stepped away from Sophie and finished stripping. Sophie let her eyes roam over Kendra’s perfect body. Her breasts weren’t too large, but they were round and firm and the nipples stood erect. Her waist was tiny and flared out into her soft hips. Between her legs, there was no hair at all. Sophie had never seen a woman shaved before.

Sophie was suddenly self-conscious. Compared to Kendra’s perfection, she was dumpy and plain. She bowed her head as a tear squeezed out the corner of her eye.

“Sophie?” Kendra asked. She reached out and touched Sophie’s chin, gently forcing her gaze upward again. “What’s wrong?”

“I…you…you’re so beautiful,” Sophie whispered. “And I’m not.”

Kendra slid her arms around Sophie and kissed her again. “Sophie, I am standing naked in front of you, asking you to make love with me. I wouldn’t be doing that if I didn’t think you were stunning.”


Kendra placed a finger against Sophie’s lips, stopping her protest. She replaced her finger with her own lips and kissed her passionately. Then she pulled away and climbed onto the bed, patting the spot beside her. “Now get up here. You owe me an orgasm.”


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Kaylee’s First Crush – ARe bestseller and Chapter One excerpt

Kaylee’s First Crush has a silver star over at ARe! That means it’s a bestseller! In celebration, I’m posting a first chapter excerpt!

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I hope you enjoy the fun of Kaylee running into her first crush five years after she last set eyes on him: Mr. Hugo Valtree, ex-teacher, billionaire extraordinaire, ultimate hottie.


The last person Kaylee expects to run into when her flight is cancelled is Mr. Hugo Valtree, her favorite high school teacher. It’s been five years since she graduated and she’s never forgotten the sexy man who’d been her first crush. Now she’s all grown up, but he’s still out of her league: he’s inherited his father’s company, making him a billionaire. She’s still shy, still a virgin—what can she possibly have to offer him?

Surprisingly, Hugo offers her something instead, something she desperately needs: a place to stay for the night. It’s storming outside and just her luck, all the hotels in the city are booked. Of course, there’s only one bed in his hotel room…


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Chapter One

Kaylee startled from her light doze, groaning as the muscles in her back protested the hard airport chair. She’d been dreaming about him again: the delicious Mr. Valtree. He’d been her English teacher in her last year of high school and her first crush, so yeah, he’d been a big influence in her life, but dreaming about him five years after graduation was just ridiculous. She was twenty-two now! She had two college degrees! She rubbed her eyes. Clearly, the amount of time that passed didn’t matter. The man had made a hell of an impression on her young mind.

You and all the other girls in his class, and probably a few of the boys, too, she thought, amused. He had to be at least in his mid-thirties now. She closed her eyes in an attempt to capture the remnants of her quickly fading dream. He’d been smiling at her, she recalled, warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners. They were somewhere hot, maybe at a tropical island or a resort. He’d had his shirt off, like that one time right before graduation when the air conditioner at school had broken. She’d walked into class early to find him wearing a skin-tight undershirt while eating his lunch. He’d draped his dress-shirt over his chair. Beads of sweat trickled down his hairline.

Kaylee smiled to herself as she abandoned her dream and instead remembered the look of surprise on his face when he realized he was no longer alone. She could still recall with perfect clarity the dusky outline of his nipples beneath the thin fabric. The sexy tendrils of hair under his arms as he stood up. The way he’d left the top button of his pants open, probably so he could quickly and neatly tuck his shirt back in before class. He’d smiled at her then, too. He hadn’t seemed at all bothered that she’d caught him with his pants undone. She’d been mortified and stopped in her tracks, frozen with embarrassment, but he’d taken her entrance in stride.

“Kaylee! You’re a little early,” he’d said, grabbing his shirt and putting it on. He left it open, tantalizing her with glimpses of his chest, but buttoned his pants.

Kaylee had just stared at him, mouth open. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Just the suggestion of possibly catching a glimpse of his underwear had her flushing from head to toe. His pectoral muscles had flexed in a most amazing fashion as he moved his chair away from his desk. She remembered that had been the day she’d broken her glasses and had to tape them back together at the nose. She’d been trying to grow her hair out of a horrible haircut, and to make matters worse, none of her clothes fit right because her mother didn’t have the money to buy her the right sizes. She’d always worn her sister’s hand-me-downs. Amanda was a lot taller and thinner than Kaylee and her clothes looked terrible on her. No doubt about it, she’d been a nerdy, ugly mess her senior year of high school.

At least now your clothes fit, she mused. You may not be skinny like Amanda, but your curves aren’t hideous. They just seemed that way back then when you were trying to cram double-Ds into your sister’s sweatshirts. Even so, she squirmed on the airport chair, remembering how embarrassed she’d been. How aroused.

Mr. Valtree had been the hottest teacher in the school. All the girls flirted with him, not that he ever responded to any of them. There was never even a hint of impropriety in his manner or dress. He’d been the perfect teacher, the perfect gentleman. He always wore a shirt and tie, almost as if he knew how attractive he was and didn’t want to provoke the girls, yet that day, there he’d stood, half-naked right in front of her. She hadn’t known what to do with herself, so she’d just stood there, wringing her hands like an idiot.

You wouldn’t know what to do with him now, either, she told herself, suddenly irritated. She’d never had a boyfriend. The few dates she’d been on had been unmitigated disasters. You may be a college graduate, but you’re still an introverted nerd. A virgin. She frowned, angry at herself for thinking about it. She’d been trying to act more confident lately. She had a job all lined up in New York, for God’s sake. She was an adult now. So what if you’ve never had sex? That’s doesn’t mean anything, not really.She slumped down further, trying not to remember what had happened next, but the images ran through her mind anyway. Ugh. Remembering the rest of that particular day was never pleasant.

“Kaylee?” Mr. Valtree had asked gently. He’d always been super-nice to her for some reason. When the other kids made fun of her presentations, he’d praised her creativity. When she’d frozen up during the class discussions, he’d always made certain to wait for her to speak, never pressuring her. Not only was he gorgeous, he was also the kindest, most patient man she’d ever met. He’d been her favorite teacher. Her crush on him had assumed epic proportions and clearly hadn’t lessened in the five years since she’d last set eyes on him.

Which doesn’t say a lot about your self-respect, Kaylee, she thought to herself. She sighed, remembering the rest of that encounter, the most horrifying experience of her life to date. It had been even worse than her dates in college. Worse than the time she’d walked out of the girls’ bathroom with toilet paper hanging out of her pants.

“Kaylee? Did you want to talk about your paper? It was excellent,” he’d said. Inexplicably, he’d licked his lips and put his hands in his pockets. Helpless to resist the temptation, Kaylee’s eyes followed the lines of his arms and landed on his groin. What she saw there had her gasping, certain she was about to have an asthma attack, even though she hadn’t needed her inhaler since third grade.

Mr. Valtree has an impressive erection, she remembered thinking, shocked, as she stared at the outline of his cock, clearly visible through his pants. She’d been unable look away and utterly certain he didn’t know she could see his arousal—why else would he have stuffed his hands in his pants? He’d probably been trying to hide it from her. She remembered him tilting his head nonchalantly, waiting for her response as though she couldn’t tell he dressed impressively to the left.

She’d taken one look at his face and run the other direction.

Of course, for her, successfully fleeing the room hadn’t been an option. As she’d whirled around, she’d tripped over her own feet and sprawled on the floor, legs spread. That hadn’t been the worst part, though, oh no. The crowning achievement of her complete and total humiliation had been the sound of something ripping in her crotch. She’d split her pants open right in front of handsome Mr. Valtree. She hadn’t been able to look him in the eyes for the rest of the year, not even when he’d handed her the award for her senior essay at graduation.

Then, as now, though, she couldn’t help wondering: why had he been so aroused in the middle of the day? While eating a sandwich?

Kaylee snorted to herself and opened her eyes. She’d never find out the answer to that question. And she was hungry. She wondered if she had enough time to grab something to eat before she had to board her plane. She rubbed her face tiredly, thensquinted at the display for outgoing flights. She didn’t think hers was scheduled to leave Chicago for a couple hours yet, so she could probably get a sandwich—

“Crap,” she said out loud, sitting up abruptly. The list of numbers across the screen showed Cancelled, Cancelled, Cancelled…

“Just my luck,” she muttered, disgusted, all thoughts of her dream about the gorgeous Mr. Valtree dissipating in a rush. Her plane was grounded. She looked outside. It was nighttime, but there was so much snow on the ground and in the air that the light from the airport reflected through all the white. She could see workers scurrying around the luggage carts, trying to get them to move on the icy tarmac. Even as she watched, one of them skidded and landed face first in a snowdrift. Clearly she wasn’t going anywhere tonight.

The people around her were wearily gathering their luggage, heading for the terminal exit. Kaylee stood up, wondering if would make more sense to stay put, when a voice on the loudspeaker announced that the airport would be closing in one hour due to the winter weather that had deepened into an unexpected blizzard.

Guess I’ll have to get a room at a hotel, she thought, joining the rest of the people making their way to the exit.


An hour later, she stood just outside the terminal doors, shivering and frustrated. There were no rooms available anywhere. She’d called every hotel in the city and they were all booked solid. The airport was shutting down behind her. She had nowhere to go. She didn’t even have winter boots on! She’d just come from sunny California where she’d finished up her last semester of school and all her stuff was packed onto a storage pod on its way to New York. She’d managed to cram in an MBA with her work for a bachelor’s degree in marketing with only a few extra semesters, but her degrees sure as hell wouldn’t help her now. Neither would her thin sweater. She hadn’t been expecting this. Stupid winter weather.

“Well, damn,” she said aloud. The wind snatched at her voice. “Maybe I can catch a cab to a diner? I’m sure I can nurse a coffee for a long time.” It was worth a try, especially since she didn’t have any other options. She waved at a lone taxi driving slowly past the doors, only to stare, utterly dismayed as it ignored her and sped up. She looked through the snow flying in her eyes, trying to see if there were any more coming. She couldn’t see anything but more snow.


She frowned. I’m hearing voices now? I must be colder than I thought, she mused, staring down at her shoes. Her feet were freezing and the snow had wet her slacks to the knee.

“Kaylee Paulson?” a man’s voice penetrated her reverie. “Is that you?”

With a snap of her head, Kaylee looked up. And up. And up some more until warm brown eyes met hers. What the—? Am I hallucinating? she wondered. In front of her stood a man who looked exactly like the Mr. Valtree of her high-school crush: six foot tall, dark-haired, warm-brown eyes, and broad-shouldered, just like she remembered. It was strange that she recalled him so damnably well, enough to imagine him when she was having her very first bout of hypothermia. She frowned, opened her mouth, and then closed it again. Instead of speaking, she reached under her sweater and pinched herself. Hard. Ow.

“What are you doing?” he asked, clearly amused.

“Um,” she said, when he didn’t seem to be disappearing.

“You are Kaylee, right?” he asked again, untucking his scarf from the neck of his black wool coat. It looked warm.

“Mr. Valtree?” she finally managed to ask, half-stupefied, half-disbelieving.

The man who looked exactly like her high school crush nodded.

Impossible, she thought. “I’m definitely hallucinating,” she said out loud. Her head felt fuzzy.

He shifted closer. “How long have you been out here?” he asked, putting a hand on her cheek. His palm was shockingly warm.

She blinked snow off her eyelids. “Mr. Valtree?”

He nodded. “Trust me, you’re not hallucinating.”

“I think I’ve been out here for way too long,” she muttered.

“I think you have too,” he said, and then, weirdly, he took off his coat.

She stared at him, even as the snow fell on his designer suit, ruining the fabric. What was he doing? Hell, scratch that. What was she doing? She needed to call a taxi and get herself somewhere warm. She fumbled with her purse, trying to extract her cell phone. When he dropped his coat over her shoulders, she gasped, finally stunned out of her cold-induced shock.

“Mr. Valtree? What are you doing here?” she asked, shivering violently as the body-heat trapped in his coat penetrated the fog she’d fallen into. “Oh my God, that feels so good.” She clutched the wool closer and looked around. “I was trying to get a taxi.”

“I think they’ve all left,” he said, squinting against the snow. He turned to her. “I’ll give you a ride to your hotel.”

She tried not to stare at him and failed. He looked just as gorgeous as he had back in high school, if not more so. He was still tall, still muscular, and still really nice. His eyes had a few more lines around them and there was a trace of silver at his temples, but those were the only changes she could see. Well, that and the million dollar cufflinks he’s wearing, she thought, eyeing the platinum studs at his wrists. I don’t remember him being particularly wealthy, although there were those rumors about his family… And he has the Valtree name.

She shook her head, dismissing her speculations, even as her eyes roamed over him. “You don’t have to do that, Mr. Valtree.” She attempted a smile, but another shiver wracked her body just as she looked up again.

His brown eyes looked down into hers in concern. “I think I do.”

She pursed her lips, suddenly irked. “I’m not seventeen anymore, Mr. Valtree. I can take care of myself,” she said, just as a dark limo pulled up to the curb. She watched as at the driver got out and waved to her old teacher. “It was nice seeing you, though,” she added, not wanting to be entirely rude. She wondered what he was doing in Chicago.

He shot her an amused glance, then leaned down and picked up her overnight bag. “It’s nice to see you too. You must be done with college by now,” he said as if he hadn’t just shoved her bag into the car.

“What are you doing? That’s my bag…” she trailed off as he shut the trunk.

“Come on,” he said, taking her elbow.

“Mr. Valtree—”

“Hugo,” he interrupted even as he towed her to the curb.

“What?” she asked, slipping on a patch of ice.

He caught her before she could go down. “My name is Hugo.”

She blinked. “Mr. Valtree, I need that bag.”

“You need to get somewhere warm.” He smiled and helped her into the car.

She nearly swallowed her tongue as the sheer beauty of the man hit her all over again, just as she sat down on the soft leather seat of the limo. Five years and he still had the power to turn her into a babbling idiot.

“Where is your hotel?” he asked, climbing in after her and closing the door.

She licked her lips, trying to get her brain to start working. “Um, I don’t have one.”

He frowned at her.

She stared at him. Jesus. He’s just as handsome when he’s frowning. I forgot about that, she thought, surreptitiously pinching herself again. Yup. Awake and cognizant, though the warmth of the car was making her feel drowsy. At least her shivers had stopped. She sank down into the seat. His coat smelled really, really good. He’d definitely invested in some kind of insanely expensive aftershave. She blushed, feeling weird sitting her, wearing the coat of her high school teacher. The teacher she’d mooned over so often she still dreamed about him. This evening had definitely taken an odd turn. And how the hell could he afford a limo like this? The last time she’d checked, English teachers didn’t make that much money. Certainly not enough for a chauffeured car.

“I’ll take you to my hotel. We’ll find you a room there,” he said decisively, rapping on the front seat divider. The vehicle began to move.

Kaylee was going to protest, but then she looked outside again. If anything, it had begun to snow even worse. She sighed and forced herself to sit up straight. The least she could do was act like a grown-up. “Thank you, Mr. Valtree.”

He sighed exasperatedly. “My name is Hugo. I thought I told you that.”

She felt herself flush. “I can’t call you Hugo. You were always Mr. Valtree,” she said, uncomfortable. “The girls’ favorite teacher,” she added impulsively. Inside she wanted to smack herself upside the head. You sound like a twelve-year-old!

He laughed. “You’re not in high school anymore, are you?”

She shook her head, lips pressed together so nothing else stupid could come out of her mouth.

“Well, neither am I,” he added. “Not for years. Every time you call me Mr. Valtree, it reminds me of my father.” A dark expression passed over his face, so fast Kaylee wondered if she’d imagined it. “My name is Hugo.”

She cleared her throat. “Mr. Valtree—”

He glared at her.

“Hugo,” she tried, forcing her lips to move around the sounds of his first name. “Thank you for the ride.”

“That wasn’t so hard, now, was it? It’s not a difficult name to say.” Hugo grinned. “And you’re welcome. For the ride,” he added when she looked at him blankly.

Kaylee was still reeling from the sheer force of his grin. She cleared her throat again, hoping she wasn’t getting sick. “My flight was cancelled.”

He nodded. “Mine too. The weather took a nasty turn. Where were you headed?”

Now’s your chance to act like an intelligent person, she told herself. “New York. I have a job waiting for me in the city. Marketing.”

His eyebrows lifted. “That’s where I work now. I like the city, but sometimes I still miss teaching.”

She glanced around the car. There was a large “V” inscribed in the back of the seat. Suddenly, all the little clues that had been knocking on her skull coalesced into an impossible realization. “Wait,” she muttered. “Valtree…” she trailed off.

Hugo was nodding. “Just so.”

She swallowed, hard. “Valtree Enterprises is huge.”

“Yes.” He didn’t elaborate. He didn’t have to.

“I don’t understand,” she said, trying to put the pieces together. “You taught high school English?”

He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it. “My father was pretty angry with me for doing that.”

Kaylee traced a finger down the butter-soft leather of her seat. “Your father worked in the company?”

He aimed a sardonic look her way. “He owned the company.” He looked away, the lights from the street illuminating the stark expression on his face. “And then he died.”

Kaylee stopped breathing. She knew what that meant. She’d heard the news when the head of Valtree Enterprises died three years ago, but she’d been way too busy with school to read about it or watch the news. She’d never seen a picture of Herman Valtree’s son, as impossible as that seemed, and now her lack of knowledge had come out of nowhere to bite her in the ass. She blinked, trying to wrap her brain around the information.

Her high school crush, her favorite English teacher, Mr. Hugo Valtree, was the richest man on three continents.