With five more floors to go down to the lobby, she didn’t have much time. She slipped her hand in the waistband of her pleated navy blue slacks, and her middle finger slid down and homed in on her clit. Her shoulders dropped, her head fell back, and a tiny purr came from deep inside.

The thought of Darren always created a spark in her body that ached to ignite into a roaring fire. Seldom did she achieve satisfaction from her own fingers, but required the master skills of someone more powerful, more controlling, less self conscious. He’d spoiled her for anyone besides him.

The way he ordered her about, pushed her past her boundaries, and showed her what her body was capable of doing became habit forming. She wanted more. More orgasms, more conquests, more daring behavior to feed the hunger for the extreme.

Unable to satisfy her body’s desire and not allowed to disobey Darren’s orders, she waited for the ding to signal the doors to open. She removed her hand in time to not be caught diddling her clit by the incoming crowd. Several men in business suits stepped into the elevator box and gave her a knowing smile. She lifted her chin and exited without a backward glance. Her musty, aroused state must have given away her secret.

That’s how Darren found her those many months ago. He sniffed her out of a crowd one night at a local hot spot where women prowled for one-night stand. Unable to participate, because of the chance at rumors getting back to the office, she held back. It wouldn’t do for her employees to know that the boss lady let her emotions control her sex drive. Aloof and above the others, she couldn’t help the way she’d stared at the man at the bar. Instantly, she’d known he was a man who’d dominate her.

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Buy Link: http://www.breathlesspress.com/erotic/forthcoming/winning-off-the-court.html

Blurb

Alicia lost the tennis match, but she didn’t plan to go home without winning. Surprising her coworkers, Garrett and Pete, she strolled into the club’s sauna and asked for another game. This one involved playing doubles.

Hot, steamy, and sexy, the three athletes prove that you can win off the court.

Excerpt

“Hey, champs.” Alicia stepped inside the room with a towel wrapped around her body. “You guys mind if I share the men’s sauna? Maintenance has a sign up in the woman’s locker room telling us not to use ours.”

Pete cleared his throat and scooted over. “Sure, come sit down.”

Her gaze went from one to the other, taking in her perfect timing. “Guess I don’t need this, since you’re both naked.”

She undid the knot above her breasts and let the towel fall to the floor. Her head rolled backward, causing her dark hair to cascade farther down her slender back. “God, the heat feels good. My shoulders are so tight.”

“Come sit in front of me. I’ll massage the kinks.” Pete widened his muscular legs and pointed at the bench beneath him.

She’d love to tell him where he could put his hands. “What if I like a little kink?” She raised an eyebrow. “From both of you?”

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Coming Soon! April 23rd, 2010

Blurb

Living in the bush of Alaska, Chloe Barrant wanted to take care of the animals at her wildlife refuge and ignore the times she shifted into a lynx. Even she knew that wasn’t normal. Little did she know that the day she’d turn away the poachers she’d find a male lynx coming to her rescue. What surprised her even more was when the lynx turned into a man claiming her as his life mate.

Granger, alpha of the Lynx clan, would do anything to protect the Lynx. They’d lost too many members to the hunters who preyed on them. Finding his alpha life mate gave him back dreams for the future that he’d given up on long ago.

Chloe didn’t understand how the other Lynx expected her to fill the alpha role within the clan, when around Granger she only wanted to slip into beta role and submit to him. Could she figure it all out in time to save the Lynx?

Excerpt

“Granger?”

He kissed the top of her head. “Yes, Aningan?”

“I don’t understand any of this. Why can’t I run from you? My head tells me I should be afraid, but my body wants to curl up around you and never leave.” She sniffed. “I’m scared.”

“Chloe.” He pulled her up and helped her sit next to him on the couch. “There, that will help. It is our body’s way of celebrating our finally coming together.” He gathered her hand in his. “I don’t mean to frighten you, but what happened today pushed me to come for you. I was going to wait for you to heal from you father’s death.”

Her head came up, and she stared at him. “How do you know about that?”

“I’ve been watching you.” He smiled. “I found you out running in the woods one day in your lynx form, and couldn’t understand why I was attracted to an animal.” He laughed at the way her mouth fell open. “I had to know more about you.”

“You’ve been spying on me?” She sat up straighter but did not pull her hand from his grasp.

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, I’ve been watching over you. There is a difference.” He grinned. “You are a submissive to my alpha status. You do not have control over shifting or the capabilities to protect yourself yet. I can help you with that.”

“Can you stop it?” She squeezed his hand. “I don’t want to shift.”

Granger shook his head. “No, Aningan. You are a shifter of the Lynx.” He cocked his head to the side. “Do you remember how or when you changed?” He caressed the side of her face with his knuckles. “Seldom do we find one of our own living alone.” He brushed a wayward strand of hair from her face. “All this time, and I had no idea my mate lived so close by.”

She swallowed and nodded. “For many years I’ve wondered and worried over how I am different. The one thing I keep going back to is the bite I suffered from an injured lynx when I was eleven years old.” She caught her lower lip between her teeth and tilted her head back to gaze up at Granger. “That doesn’t make sense, though. People don’t turn into an animal because of a bite. Think of how many dog shifters the world would have if it happened that way.”

“You’re right. A bite must come from a shifter. A regular animal doesn’t have the ability to infect.” He swept the hair back off her forehead. “It’s possible that the lynx that bit you came from the Lynx family.”

Her brows came down. “But, I didn’t shift until after I turned thirteen. That was two years later.”

Granger smiled. “Tell me, did you start your period around the same time?”

Chloe’s eyes widened, and she sat up even straighter. “Yes.”

“People who are not born shifters don’t get their full power to change until they go through puberty.” He chuckled. “The need to go into heat plays havoc with someone young and inexperienced. I imagine it took you by surprise each time you shifted, yes?”

She nodded. “That means the lynx at the refuge wasn’t a true animal.”

“Yes.” He let her get off the couch, but his gaze followed her across the room. “I believe that is what happened to you. Although, I thought I knew every lynx shifter in the area.” He shrugged. “So many years ago… The person who infected you is probably long gone.”

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Buy Link: https://www.nobleromance.com/BrowseListing.aspx?author=83

Blurb

Using her magic, Melanie of the Dryad family, weaved a spell around the man who wandered into her forest. Wanting to play her wood nymph games, she was devastated when the man turned her down.

Unable to understand why he dreamed of a naked woman in the woods during a photo shoot, Jared found an even bigger surprise after developing the pictures he’d taken at the waterfall. Who was the nude beauty sunbathing behind the rocks? Why did he feel like he knew her?

Excerpt

She stood before him completely nude except for her hair that reached the back of her knees and the garland of daisies sitting atop her golden locks. Cupping her breasts, she lifted them higher to tease him. Blessed by bigger breasts than most nymphs, she lowered her head and flicked her tongue over the beaded nipple.

The proof of her enticement showed up in the front of his pants where a ridge developed to the side of his zipper. Oh, yes!

She laughed and dropped her hands to her hips. “My name is Melanie; what should I call you?”

He cleared his throat. His gaze never left the apex of her thighs. “J-Jared.”

She stepped in front of him, close enough to reach out and touch him, but she kept her hands to herself and circled him instead. His head moved back and forth as he attempted to keep track of her. No doubt, he feared she’d disappear. That’s it, my human, let my magic bring us both pleasure out of this world.

“Do you like my body, Jared?” She stopped walking in a circle and lifted her chin to gaze into his sinfully sexy brown eyes. “Would you like to play with me? Touch me? Pleasure me?”

“What are you?” He rubbed his lips together. “Where did you come from?”

“I am a wood nymph, and I come from the forest.” She laughed and trailed her hand across his chest, enjoying the way his nipples stood out in hard little beads. “I have ways of doing things that will feel very good to a man like you. So big, strong and deliciously handsome; I think what we do together will please us both.

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BUY LINK: http://www.loose-id.com/Didja-Know.aspx

With a ghost for a best friend, it didn’t surprise Chantel when Frank showed up at her house claiming he disappeared every night and wanted her help. What did surprise her was the undeniable urge to have sex with him, and the sudden revival of her fantasy to have a threesome–with him… and him? As she gets closer to learning what brings Frank…and Frank… to her doorstep every morning, she realizes her simple herbal cures are not the answer. But can she find the strength to risk it all when the cure may send her dream men away forever?

Excerpt

The excited barking of a dog pulled her out of her musings, and she gazed up to find she had walked the whole distance home deep in thought. She hurried into the yard and around the house. Everyone acted loonier than a bunch of three-year-olds on a sugar high lately, and it seemed that Dawg was planning to continue his craziness again today.

“Calm down! What is with you, boy?” She bent over the fence and tried to pick the animal up, but the dog kept jumping up on the fence, avoiding her hands.

“Sit! Down! Come on, Dawg. Be a good doggy and sit.” She tilted her head, her hands on her hips, and gazed down at the dynamic acrobatic dog. “I think you’ve gone completely crazy.”

“That makes two of us.”

Startled, she turned. “Shoot! You scared me half to death. I didn’t hear you walk up with all this noise.” She pointed at the dog. “I don’t know why he barks at you this way, but it seems there’s something about you that sets him off.”

He shrugged his shoulder. “If only dogs talked in English.”

“Yeah, that’d help solve the world’s problems.” She grinned.

Dawg moved down the fence line ten feet and jumped against the wire, barking his fool head off. She turned and studied the area. What set him off this time? She’d thought Eve might have sneaked up on them, but she was still missing.

“What do you see, boy?” She frowned down at the dog.

“That’s weird; it’s almost like he can see someone we can’t.” Frank shook his head. “Maybe we are all a little jumpy today.”

Chantel nodded and stepped toward the house and motioned him to follow. “Let’s get out of this area so we don’t drive him bonkers.” She studied Frank. “Are you feeling better today?”

“The same. Did you figure out what is happening to me?” He stared back.

She shook her head and ran her hand up and down his arm. “I’m afraid not. I thought today we might write down all your symptoms, and maybe that will show us how to treat you. The same way a medical doctor will run test and rule out any possible causes.”

“Okay.” He glanced down at the way she squeezed and caressed his arm. “You sure enjoy touching people, don’t you?”

She stopped at the door and dropped her hand. “Sorry about that.” She wrinkled her nose. Dammit, it’s happening again!

She waved him to follow her in the house. “You can come in. My customers frequently come inside to wait for their supplies that I mix up for them. That way you can relax a little.” She opened the door and stepped inside. “Did you disappear again last night?”

“Yeah.” His face grew hard, and he kept his answer short.

He followed her in, wiped his feet on the rug, and scanned the room. “Holy shit! What exactly do you do?”

She laughed. “I’m a healer, a witch, a folk doctor, a dabbler of herbs. I’ve been called a lot of names, but most people call me Chantel to my face.” She grinned.

Floor-to-ceiling shelves covered each wall of the room, with colorful jars and tins of every size that she had filled with dried herbs sat packed and ready in precise, tidy rows. Different sized bundles of assorted herbs hung upside down by strings from the ceiling in various stages of drying. She enjoyed his reaction and studied the expressions that crossed over his face at the sight of all her supplies.

“This is unbelievable.” He strolled around the room, only stopping to pick up a jar here and there for closer inspection. “Why this? What piqued your interest in wanting to discover the secrets to all these plants?”

“I became interested in herbs and their medicinal purposes in childhood because of my grandmother. She was a very wise woman and one not afraid to go against society, bless her soul. She showed me a few ways to heal cuts, headaches, and stuffy noses using plants you find out in the wild. Simple things, really, but my curiosity grew, and I soaked up every book I found at the library.” She pulled a notebook out of a desk drawer and carried it over to the couch. She picked a spot far enough away from him, she hoped the distance kept her from wanting to run her hands all over his body.

The sensation of wanting to have Frank plunge into her and take her fast and furious crept up on her swiftly. The room grew hot, and she fought to sit still, her pussy throbbing with need.

“By the time I entered high school, I threw myself into horticulture and growing my own plants in my parents’ backyard. The rest is history.” She waved her hand in the air and squirmed on the couch. Shit. I’m going to embarrass myself any moment if we don’t hurry and get down to business.

“What did those women at the store want from you?” He turned and sat down on a chair opposite the couch. “Something secretive, because I doubt they conspired and whispered over a cure for arthritis.”

She raised her eyebrows and gave a helpless shrug. “Women?”

An unfamiliar hitch in her chest forced her voice up an octave. Why did the fact he inquired about other women cause a pang of jealousy?

“Yes, at the store. One packed her hair up in some tight bun thingy; the other one spoke in a high-pitched voice and pressed her lips together after she spoke.” He pursed his lips and lowered his eyelids. “Something like this…”

She snorted and put a hand to her belly. “Josie and Grace. Their husbands are first cousins.”

She gazed over at the window, shook her head, and tried to wipe the smile off her face. Relief swept through her. No way did those two compete for his attention. He pegged Grace with his imitation of her, clear down to the way the woman gazed down at others although she only stood a little over five feet tall. The woman grew bitterer every year. She often wondered if Grace ever possessed a pleasant personality in the past.

“Well…?”

She turned back to Frank. “What?”

“What did you treat them for?” He spoke slowly.

“I can’t tell you. That’s confidential.” She tapped the notepad against her legs. “I don’t discuss what my customers buy or use. You too can rest assured that whatever we discuss won’t go past my lips.”

He nodded. “I suppose that’s best.”

His gaze lowered to her mouth, and she licked her lips. Concentrate.

“Yes.” She pulled the cap off the pen and wrote his name at the top of the page. “Now, should we start trying to figure this out?”

“Okay, the sooner I find out what is wrong with me, the faster I can stop leaving at night.” He sat forward in the chair, rested his elbows on his knees, and his hands fiddled together. “That’s more important to me than remembering who I am at this point. I hate that part.”

“When did this all start — the memory loss?” She wrote the question down with a shaky hand.

“I think it’s been five days, but I can’t swear on it. Every time I come back in the morning from wherever I got sucked up to, it seems like I never left.” His mouth tightened. “Wait–I do know. I’m never here in Duluth after darkness comes.”

“You don’t remember anything prior to waking up in the park five days ago?” She cocked her head.

“Nothing. I know people live in houses, morning comes after night, and food is something that keeps you alive. Normal people are supposed to have jobs. I know how the world is supposed to work, but everything about me personally is missing.” His laugh rose, and he ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t know my name, where I live, if I own a car, or even how old I am. It feels like a huge chunk of me is missing.”

He stared right across the room into her eyes. “I even visited the police station to check about issuing a missing person’s report on myself.”

“Oh!” She set the notepad beside her. “How did they react?”

“They asked me if I needed help. You know…” He formed a circle with his finger beside his head. “I left the building because even I knew that sounded crazy. I can’t imagine what they thought.”

“I understand.” She retrieved the paper and wrote his answers. She drew a heart around his name and hurried to scribble it out.

“Do you really? I don’t understand how you can say that. Have you ever woken up somewhere that you didn’t belong?” He stood up, agitated, and paced back and forth in front of the chair.

She stared at the way his legs unfolded. “Well…no, but I do under –”

“Oh Jesus, I should have known!” He threw up his hands. “You think I’m one of your crazy customers who come to you with a request for a love potion or a bottle of cat piss to encourage hair growth.”

“Now, hang on a minute!” She narrowed her eyes.

He pointed at the shelves. “No! Admit it. You think this problem of mine is a figment of my imagination or I really am fucking crazy!”

“All right dickwad, or should I call you I-don’t-know-shit-but-you-can-call-me-Frank?” She stood up so fast the tablet fell to the floor. “I’m trying to help you! You can’t come in here, ridicule me, and tell me my herbal medicine is…is some kind of hoax! How dare you make fun of my customers, which, by the way, some of them have legitimate reasons to seek my help.”

Her chest rose and fell. She stepped in front of him. He lifted his chin to challenge her words. It infuriated her, but her frustrations over the matter at hand ran deeper. A hunger to rub her body against his came over her so strong it set her temper on fire.

What gave him the impression she planned to take his insults sitting down? She’d show him how much his words insulted her, but first she wanted to open her legs and let him soothe the gluttony she fought for him.

“I…I think you should go. Can you remember where the door is?” Her upper lip twitched, and she pressed her hands against her stomach to keep from screaming that she was a liar and she’d enjoy nothing more than to drag his ass to the floor and screw his brains out. I’m losing my mind.

He stared down at her. The muscle along his jaw twitched, and his eyes narrowed. She stepped away to back up her words and help him realize she was dead serious, but his arms flashed out to grip her by the upper arms. Oh God, yes!

He pulled her up to his chest and kissed her. Powerful, demanding, relentless, his mouth took everything it wanted and left her more heated-up than before.

A frigid rush of air moved over the surface of her body, goose bumps broke out on her skin, and her nerve endings tingled in mild shock. Powerless to break away, she opened her mouth and sucked at his tongue. In no way was this like a normal kiss she’d experienced in the past, but one that intoxicated her enough her pussy juice dampened her panties.

Frank broke contact first. She stumbled back and landed on the couch. She gasped and stared at him. His body appeared to split into two identical Franks. Identical in every way, he appeared a mirror image of himself. She clamped her eyes shut and shook her head. When she opened her eyes again, the double vision was gone, and Frank stood across the room.

“What the hell just happened?” His chest heaved. “What are you? Is this some kind of voodoo magic?” His hand moved down and pulled at the front of his jeans. “Jesus, my dick is going to explode. What are you doing to me?”

He moved toward her, stopped, and stepped back away. “Shit, it’s still happening. It’s pulling me toward you.”

She stood up and stepped toward him. “I know. Something weird is going on.”

He moved farther back, bumped into the chair, but caught himself before he fell. “Stay back!” He stumbled to hide behind the chair. “Fuck, I’ve never… It’s like your hands are stroking me, pumping me.”

“I’m trying to stop, but…” She pressed her hands over her breasts. “Something is touching me. You’re touching me! God, it makes me hot.”

His eyes scrunched up, and he held on to the back of the chair for support, his legs buckling. “I know. Shit! My dick, it’s so fucking hard.”

Chantel whipped off her T-shirt and shifted to unclip her bra. Her hands shook, and she fumbled with the clasp. She wanted to stomp her feet in frustration. She needed to get her clothes off.

Her body cried out for his touch, his heat, his cock. The juice ran out of her pussy, dampening her panties, and she hurried to strip her jeans and underwear off. She slipped her finger between her lower lips and rubbed her pulsating clit. Swollen and sensitive, it peeked out of the hood that usually kept it partially hidden.

“I got to get out of here.” He undid his jeans enough to let his cock have extra room. “I’m not safe around you. Jesus… Look at me!”

She glanced over at him. His dick stood out stiff. He fisted the base and groaned. She sucked in her lower lip and whimpered. Her legs shook. She wanted to touch his cock, let him rub it all over her body, between her tits and over her mouth.

He gazed down at her bare breasts. “Leave! Do something. I don’t trust myself to walk by you.” He licked his lips. “Jesus, I want you.”

She wiggled her ass in an attempt to create friction on her clit. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Free of clothing, she ran one hand over her flat tummy, and in a smooth motion that resembled a feline on the prowl, she advanced on the man named Frank. With a growl, he met her halfway and swept her up in his arms.

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Coming June 28th, 2010 at Carina Press

Surrounded by beer-swilling, skirt-chasing cowboys her whole life, barmaid Daphne Norris has no intention of ever settling for any of the men in her Podunk hometown. So when bronc rider Will Hanson sends shock waves to her core with just one glance from his striking green eyes, no one is more surprised than her.

But Will is no ordinary cowboy, and he can see that Daphne is no ordinary small-town girl. He can sense in Daphne the quiet strength and devotion needed to satisfy a man like him, a man who needs to be on top, in every aspect of his life.

Daphne hasn’t ever succumbed to her submissive desires before, and Will awakens her in ways she never imagined. While she’s not prepared to give him her heart, she agrees to Will’s offer of three days of intense pleasure, and then she’s walking. But Daphne falls hard and fast, and now she has a decision: return to a normal life, or give up everything for Will…

Excerpt

Will moved around the front of the truck. She pulled on the door handle. His hand came out to hold the door from opening wide enough for her to exit the truck. “Stop. From now on when you’re with me, you never open your own door.”

She cocked a brow. “I think that died out about the time women burnt their bras and began to have sex out in the open.”

“I’ll repeat it once more. Never open your own door when I’m with you.” He pulled the door open, held out his hand and helped her step down from the truck. He gazed into her eyes. “It’s a simple request, okay?”

She stood in front of him, her face mere inches from his mouth. His hat shaded his face from the sun setting in the distance, but she recognized the seriousness etched into his brow.

“Okay.”

His lips curled up. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “That’s my good girl.”

With her hand in his, he pulled her around to the front of the house—a ranch house that exceeded any of Daphne’s preconceived notions of how well off he might be. It spread out across the land, forming a rather stately manor. It made the two-bedroom cottage she’d inherited from her mother look shabby and quaint. This house rose from the ground and meshed with its surrounding in a way that left her jaw slack and her eyes round.

“You live here alone?” She began her appraisal from the right side of the house and swung her head all the way along the length.

He chuckled. “Yes.”

“You’re not just an ordinary cowboy, are you?” She followed him up the steps and through the front door.

He shut the door behind them. “Nothing about me is ordinary.”

He’s right about that.

Inside, the decor revealed a whole other side to the bronc buster. Intricate dark wood furnishings lined the elaborate entryway. Black, shiny tile gave off a grand entrance to high ceilings and a very masculine house.

Daphne wandered past him into a living room. Cast in shadows, two floor lamps on dim emitted enough light to take in the leather couch and chairs. Saddles, antlers, and a barbed wire sculpture of a horse head filled the corners. Yep, a man’s castle if she ever saw one.

His fingers slipped inside her hand and he pulled her forward. “Come.” He led her to the corner of the couch. “Sit.” He deposited her on the sofa and strolled over to a mini bar in the corner of the room.

Behind the counter, he raised his gaze. “Relax, sweetheart.”

“I’m not nervous.” She lifted her chin.

Will poured a drink she didn’t recognize over ice, carried it to the couch and sat down. “Here you go.”

“What is it?” She held the glass under her nose and sniffed. A mew leaked out and she giggled. She sipped, afraid whatever alcohol he served would hit the back of her throat and burn. She might serve beer for a living, but she’d never developed a taste for the bitter stuff.

“Oh God, it tastes of caramel!” She raised the glass again and swallowed a bigger amount. “That sends tingles right through my body.”

He nodded. A pleased smile curved his lips. “Much better than beer, huh?”

“Oh God, yes.” She drank from her glass. “This is…this is simply wonderful.”

He leaned forward, his lips so close to her mouth. “You are simply wonderful.”

Her tongue wet her bottom lip. Positive he’d kiss her, she moved the glass and arched her neck. The drink swirled inside her tummy and created a ball of fire. It’d take one kiss from him to blow the fire into a million little pieces and send her jumping onto his lap.

Her eyelids lowered and she gazed at the way his full lips opened. Moist and tempting, the heat inside her pussy grew hotter and dampened her panties. A moan bubbled forth. His breath smelled sweet from the drink and fascination pushed her forward.

One little move and she’d capture his mouth and drink from the very lips that teased her dreams. She sized up the space between them, closed her eyes, and threw inhibitions to the wind.

Instead of coming into contact with his lips, she met thin air. She opened her eyes. He slouched back on the couch; his drink hovered in front of a smile that seconds ago tempted and teased.

“Not yet, sweetheart. We have a few things to talk about first.” He raised his glass and downed the rest of his drink.