A Garden in the Moonlight




One night. A menage. Forever?

Kaine has wanted Hope from the minute he saw her. Four years later he finally makes her his, at least for one night. His scandalous proposition leaves Hope’s head spinning but the heat she feels with every brush of Kaine’s fingers leaves her wanting so much more than just one night.

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“You want to sleep with my wife?”
Kaine shrugged one shoulder. His lips twisted into a frown, a sign that he thought the matter inconsequential.
“You want something from me, Thom. No small thing, either, might I add.”
Thom laughed, though there was no humor evident in the sound. “And all you want in return is to fuck my wife.”
He turned his back, his gaze now shielded as he looked out the large paned window over the city. Kaine assumed, hoped maybe, that the man was fighting back tears. He doubted it, however. He wasn’t sure Thom had a heart or was capable of feelings. The irony, of course, was that most people thought the same of him.
Kaine might be an arrogant ass and a deviant prick, but he at least had a code of honor to which he adhered like a devout monk. It was a code that included not pushing someone in the mud for the sole effect of saving one’s expensive Italian loafers splattered from the substance. Kaine did not—nor would he ever—take advantage of people to get ahead. Especially women. He’d never noticed that tendency in Thom, though. In all the years Kaine had known Thom Sterling, nothing he’d learned about the man ever made his opinion of Thom’s worth rise higher than “monkey shit”.
He straightened the crease along his pant leg, shifted in his seat, and fought back boredom while Thom put on his display of distressed, devoted husband.
“I assume...” Thom said as he leaned an arm against the window frame, talking without even a glance in Kaine’s direction. “...you’ll be including Monique.”
“She is my partner, and after that conversation we had at Grace Bryer’s cocktail party last month, I don’t see it as an issue.”
In fact, it had been that very conversation that had put Kaine’s plan in motion. Kaine Kingsley had wanted Hope Sterling from the second he’d laid eyes on her four years ago. Living a life of excess in every way imaginable, Kaine had learned a few things: one, patience; two, the wait was always worth it; and three… he always got what he wanted.
“So then am I welcome to join as well?”
Kaine held back laughter, but wasn’t certain if he’d been as successful with his smirk. Of course, Thom had turned to face him at that moment. Kaine schooled his features. Thom might be an ass, but he held the keys to the kingdom Kaine lusted after day and night.
“No.” He managed to keep his voice level. “You are not.”
The tightness around Thom’s mouth made it obvious how he felt about Kaine’s answer, but to his credit, he didn’t give any other outward clue to his feelings.
“And if she refuses?”
Kaine stood. A half hour was all he could stand in Thom’s presence. Having plainly stated his desires, he felt no need to hang around.
“I don’t take advantage of women, Thom. That’s your forté.”
“Wait!”
Kaine had his hand on the bronze doorknob, ready to twist it and be free of the cage Thom called an office. He stilled, but did not face Thom. Two, after all, could play that game.
“If I do this. My contracts, they’ll clear committee?”
Kaine smiled. Item 3: He always got what he wanted.
“By morning.”
Kaine waited.
Something smashed against the wall.
“Friday night. Eight o’clock.”
Kaine left the door open behind him, smiled at Thom’s receptionist, and continued to smile all the way to the elevator. Hope Sterling was finally his.

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Body, Heart, and Soul


Devlin Kiersen lives his life in fear of being exactly like his father--at the same time doing everything he can to prove it's true. In his spectacular bid for self-destruction, he never contemplates meeting a woman who would make him long to spend eternity in the comfort of her arms.

Kira Nestor trusts there's more to Dev than the sexy, intense man who awakens her sexuality, introducing her to a whole new world of seduction and desire, but she's out of her depth when it comes to reaching behind his walls and convincing him his heart is safe with her.

When they come together, everything will change. But will Kira be able to convince Dev that his heart still exists and that true love has the power to deliver miracles, or will he continue to live in the barren hell he believes his due and already knows so well?

"This unique plot, while fast-paced, was almost impossible to put down. I really loved this book and feel that it should be read by all. 5 Hearts" —The Romance Studio

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Dev’s breath literally caught in his chest, causing the smoke he’d just inhaled to sear his lungs, demanding release. From under the branches of an enormous wisteria vine, he ran his hand through thick, long hair, holding it back while his eyes examined the woman from head to foot and instantly felt the familiar heat of desire flare.

How does Barbara always manage to find them so young and innocent looking?

Dev took one last, long drag on his cigarette before throwing it off the stone balcony, the bright orange coal flickering in the darkness during its fall to the damp ground below, but his attention was completely snared now by the young woman twenty feet away from him.

She stared into the ballroom with rapt disbelief on her face, and while she was distracted and couldn’t know how lecherously he watched her, he took the time to imprint her image in his mind. The entire time, his fingers fought spasms from the aching need to touch her.

Gold satin caressed her full breasts in a way that left him almost jealous. He wanted it to be his hands holding her, embracing her. He yearned to first slide over the satin, then beneath it, where he knew he’d find her warm satiny skin, her nipples hard and begging for his touch.

Dev couldn’t remember a time in his life when a woman had affected him like this, and if he’d gotten hard at the thought of her breasts, he went granite-hard looking at her hair. Dark blond hair so long that it brushed her lower back was tied in a satin ribbon. He instantly imagined running his fingers through it, burying his face in the soft curls.

His cock twitched and begged for freedom. He’d never seen such a glorious mane of hair before and ached to have it spread across his naked body. He wanted to fist his hands in it while he guided her mouth over his rigid cock until he came. He drew a deep breath, gripping the stone railing with a casual air he was far from feeling, while attempting to hold back the surge of testosterone threatening to cripple him.

Barbara has outdone herself this summer.

He patted his tux jacket, looking for another cigarette. He’d stopped smoking on a regular basis five years ago, but a summer at Barbara’s was too much to handle without a few smokes. Sadly, he realized he only allotted himself one for tonight—which would have been enough if the evening had gone the way it was supposed to. Hell, it was only the first night, but he had not expected to encounter a golden goddess on a candle-lit balcony.

Dev continued to watch her. Something about the woman had him spellbound and he wasn’t physically able to pull his eyes from her. Experience told him she was his for the taking. Under normal circumstances, Dev would have made a seductive suggestion, found a quiet alcove some place, and had her naked up against the wall, but something about her held him back. In fact, more than just not wanting to take this woman, he actually felt a growing need to throw her over his shoulder, haul her sweet little ass back upstairs and help her pack. Get her off this godforsaken island before it was too late and she wasn’t the same woman she was when she arrived.

The air was heavily perfumed with roses and gardenias. Soft light from the candles flickered over her sensuous, curvy body as she gently swayed back and forth in time with one of Bach’s Brandenburg concertos spilling along with laughter and muffled voices from the ballroom.

It would have been very like a dream, if not for the fact that he knew this woman was far from the innocent she pretended to be. Whoever she was, she was here for show, here to be tempted, seduced, but she was no innocent. Dev wondered if there were any innocents left in the world. He knew it had been a damn long time since he’d met one. But then, in his circle, an innocent would have been very like a lamb to the slaughter.

Smart women avoided him. Others craved him. He had his pick, and only played with ones who understood both his need and the score. He shifted his cock, hoping to ease some of the building pressure just the mere sight of this woman triggered.

He had to smile at the way she moved to the music, hanging back in the shadows as if this was all new to her. He chuckled and followed her gaze to the guests, who were putting on quite a show tonight. All of them full of the manners breeding gave them. Manners that hid the depravity laying beneath, but Dev knew it wouldn’t be long before those niceties slipped and the real identity of these people surfaced.

After all, he was one of them.

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In the Still of the Night




The night she escapes her tormentor, Jayden Lloyd knows she can’t count on having many tomorrows. Meeting Mica Devane wasn’t planned, and sleeping with him is dangerous, but she throws herself into the torrid affair with the fervency of a woman convinced she won’t live through the night. Jayden can’t utter a single word, but Mica feels he can hear her every thought. Still, he has no idea how much trouble his damsel in distress has gotten him into. All he knows is that in the still of the night, nothing has ever felt so right as loving Jayden.

In the Still of the Night was absolutely breathtaking. Erotic sex, handsome rescuer, frightened heroine; this book had it all. It also had an extremely intriguing plot combined with well-written words. I couldn’t put it down. I am placing this baby under “I” for intense on my keeper shelf! Samantha Lucas has another fan! - Joyfully Reviewed



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No one can help me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice low and gentle, as if she were a scared kitten. She imagined she looked like one, too. He held out his hand, his gaze locked on her. “Do you need help?” One tear ran down her cheek. She drew a deep breath to stop the next one.

“Honey, you’re bleeding. Come inside and let me help you. I can call someone if you like.”

Although he had the most tender voice she’d ever heard, and golden eyes that told her to trust, Jayden shook her head and pressed herself even harder into the corner. She could not go inside with this man. She couldn’t trust anyone. And she couldn’t get caught, not now. She held his concerned gaze and shook her head again, praying, pleading for him to understand.

Mica became more and more concerned for the lady. Blood soaked through her flimsy canvas sneaker, and she was rain-drenched to the skin. Sadly, she’d chosen to wear a matched set of electric-blue-and-black bra and panty under her now see-through white ensemble. He pulled his jacket off and moved forward to wrap it around her shoulders, but stopped when she flinched.

“It’s okay. It’s down.” He held it up for her to see. “I just want you to be warm, and, uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck and averted his gaze. “In case you weren’t aware of it...” He motioned with one finger the length of her body. “...white goes transparent when wet.”

With a soft gasp, as if she hadn’t been aware of her erotic appearance, the woman cautiously took his jacket. At least we’re getting somewhere. His jacket covered her from neck to knees. When he got her inside, no one would gawk at her. He figured she wouldn’t take well to that at the moment, and the last thing he wanted to do was upset her more.

Mica tried to rein in his imagination. In this city anything could have happened to her, and of course he imagined the worst. The situation must be dire indeed to make her run into the night half-dressed, with no jacket, and wearing bad shoes. It also wasn’t lost on him that she hadn’t said a bloody word. Was she able to speak but too frightened? Or had…then it dawned on him. Mica smacked his forehead with his palm. He laughed. “Of course. Habla espanol?” Nada. “Uh, parlez vous francais?” Tears started to form in those beautiful eyes, and Mica’s heart contracted. “Okay, okay. Parlo italiano? I’m not so good at that one, but we could manage.

“Look, honey, you don’t know me from Adam, and you’ve obviously been through some kind of trauma tonight, but I want to help. I own this restaurant, I’m a member of the community, I have family, friends… Oh! I’m not even from New York.”

Oh, brilliant, Mica. As if that somehow makes a difference. Idiot. He rubbed his head, his breath misting as he exhaled into the still night air. Grabbing at straws, he took a step closer, unable to miss how his action caused a tremor to rip through her. He ached to hold her and make everything all right, but he knew he needed her trust first.

“Did you ever see the movie Sweet Home Alabama?” She stared at him like he had an oozing rash on his forehead. He smiled at her and continued. “Well, my home town’s like that. We’re all nice, normal people who take care of one another. We have a few crazies, but nothing out of the norm for a small town. We bring in the paper and get the mail when our neighbors vacation, walk dogs in the park without leashes, have town barbeques every Friday night down at the firehouse.

“Then one of the local bands plays and folks dance in the street. High school kids sneak off to the duck pond to watch stars fall and submarines race. Though between you and me, there’s not much serious watching. Lost my virginity at that damn pond.”

He ventured a nervous laugh, and she seemed to drop her terror alert level from red to orange.

“I’m not Lancelot or Galahad or anybody, but I’m a good guy from a good family.” He dared to take another step closer; he could see the wheels in her mind spin as she took in this new information. “Let me take care of you, honey.”

Jayden blinked, shocked at the unexpected offer from this total stranger.

Take care of me?

God, how long had she waited to hear those words? Only he couldn’t; she couldn’t let him. If she let him help her, he’d be dead by noon. Everything inside her ached to fall into his arms and forget the world, forget her problems, forget Jerry and his blank-eyed stare, the bullet hole in the middle of his forehead. She didn’t think she had much chance to be saved from that. As much as she wished it otherwise, Jerry was dead. She’d killed him, and if she hadn’t been so freaked out by the whole ordeal, she would have brought the gun with her.

Even while drowning in her own thoughts, she hadn’t missed him edging closer. Engulfed in his heat and scent from his jacket, along with his story of home, she felt herself being lulled into a false sense of security she couldn’t afford.

Fight, Jayden. You’ve been through too much to go back now.

The problem was, she had no place to go. She’d trapped herself in a corner, and the only way out was past the gorgeous man that smelled of expensive cologne and fried foods—a surprisingly comforting mixture.

So fast she didn’t even seen it happen, it was over. His fingers brushed her cheek with such kindness that the walls around her heart broke, and she fell into his arms.

Down boy.

Mica took pains to separate the lower part of his body from hers. The last thing she needed was to feel his hard-on and become convinced he was some type of back alley pervert. He would have passed it off as too long without a woman, if Marlene hadn’t stayed over just last night. Even for him, twenty-four hours wasn’t long enough to account for this kind of reaction.

Here he was with a woman in need of help, security, and understanding, and he was hard and ready without any preliminaries. Maybe he was some type of back alley pervert.

“Okay, love. It’ll be all right now. I won’t let anything bad happen.”

She burrowed her face against his chest, clutching the front of his shirt like a lifeline while her body shook.

“Let’s go inside. I have some clothes…”

She stiffened and tried to push away, as hard as she had pulled him close a minute ago.

“Okay, okay.” He tried to soothe her, running his hand over the long black strands of very wet hair that hung down her back. “But honey, I have to take you somewhere. You’re soaked through. You’ll catch your death.” He cringed. “Holy hell, now I’m channeling my mother.”

Soft laughter rustled into his shirt. It was the sound of his dreams. He squeezed her tighter, joining her for a moment in laughter, then unconsciously placed a soft kiss to the top of her head as he reconsidered his plan. If she didn’t want to go inside, he doubted she’d want to go back to his place, but he was low on options.

He pulled back to look into her eyes, then brushed hair away from her forehead. “Do you want to come home with me? I may be a bachelor, but I have maid service, so you won’t catch anything. I also have a great tub.”

She looked at him for a long while, emotions warring in the depths of crystalline, and Mica couldn’t believe how much he wanted her to agree.

“You’ll be safe,” he encouraged. He hoped he was right. Hoped even more that she believed him.

Safe. If only.

Jayden knew it wasn’t so, but her choices were sorely limited. The thought of a bath—and maybe even some sleep—pushed her headlong toward recklessness. She tortured her lower lip with her teeth as she agonized, then she nodded her agreement and hoped they’d both live to see the morning.


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Anything After Sunday?


A cruise to paradise was supposed to be fun and games for professional bachelor West Hollins. Too bad he never saw Frannie Songer coming. Without even trying, the shy redhead works her way into his heart so fast and so deep, he has no idea what to do about it. Now West has to decide, where Frannie's concerned, will there be anything after Sunday when the ship docks, or can he simply walk away from the best thing that's ever happened to him?


March 12th from Liquid Silver Books

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Need, the likes of which West had never felt, raged through him like a windswept fire. He needed Frannie like he needed air, water, food. It was a basic and as terrifying as that. He felt he’d never be complete without her and that thought alone petrified him. He’d sworn he’d never need any one ever, ever again, especially not a woman, but none of that stopped him from pressing her back against another tree and allowing his hand to wriggle up under her short until he found the barrier of silk, wet with her own need.
After only a few hours he needed her again desperately and after the last time he’d sworn to himself to keep his hands off her, but he couldn't. His skin craved the feel of hers so bad he couldn’t breathe for it. He groaned, as much a slave to his desire as he’d ever been. “Let me touch you, Frannie. I’ll make last time right. I swear it.”
She was breathless, her eyes dark, her cheeks pinked as she stared up at him. He could see her hesitation and couldn’t blame her one bit. He’d behaved like an animal before, but all the denying, all the wanting, had combusted into something he had never felt before and couldn’t control and he’d hate himself for it until the day he died.
The reminder of how he’d behaved before, and the skittish look in her eyes slowly brought him back to earth. As much as he hated to come back, he was glad for it, in reality, how would this time have been different? Would he have lain her on the mossy ground and shoved himself inside her until oblivion took them both?
That’s romantic, Casanova.
He put the tiniest amount of space between them, hot moist air that did nothing to cool him off swirled around them. Although, at this point, a dip in the ocean itself probably wouldn’t have helped. He gave her a tight smile, pained in more ways than one, but ultimately thankful she hadn’t agreed immediately.
“I’m sorry, Frannie.” He grimaced. “Again.”
He stepped away, reaching out to cup her jaw for the briefest second before turning his back to her, the need to adjust himself unbearable for another second. Her soft touch on his shoulder didn’t help, but he wouldn’t have shoved her away for the world.
“I... was just surprised. I’m not used to, well, that, and after earlier, I wasn’t sure how to respond. I’m afraid my head and my heart are having an awful time coming to any sort of agreement.” She paused a beat, then added, “Stupid as it sounds.”
She couldn’t have sunk her talons deeper into his heart if she’d tried. He pulled her to his chest, tucking her head beneath his chin.
“Oh, my Frannie, how will I ever survive you?”

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Legacy of Fear




A secret fear is keeping Ainsley locked in an insignificant, unsatisfying existence. How could anyone ever understand the terror she feels at a man’s touch, when she doesn’t understand it herself? Baye suspects Ainsley may be the most dangerous woman he’s ever known, as she easily gains access to his barricaded heart without even trying. The innocence and trust shining in her eyes is the very reason he won’t have anything to do with her. Not until he learns of her disturbing admirer, and the family secret kept from her since birth, convincing him that risking his heart is the only way to keep her safe. Now the question is, can he find the courage to bare a soul kept so expertly hidden from everyone else, to the one woman who matters most?
Coming March 17th from Mardi Gras Publishing

After the band finished, Baye hung around and waited for her, then followed her back to her apartment, exactly as he said he would. This time, she asked if he wanted to come in. He leaned his forehead and palms against her door. It was all she could do not to laugh.
“Ainsley, I’m not a man of much control. I don’t think it would be a good idea.”
“Okay.” She hoped she could hide how disappointed she was. “Maybe another time.”
He turned his head a fraction until he could see her crestfallen face. He stood straight, taking her hand. “I’d like to take you out, on a date. When the band’s done at Tramp’s. Would you go out with me?”
A date? She’d only ever been on one. Well, there had been a few aborted attempts over the years, but nothing ever came of them. She chewed her lower lip, trying to think.
“Is that a problem, sweetheart?”
“Oh no. I just, I...” She looked away from him. “I feel so stupid Baye. I’m twenty-one, and I have the experience of a ten-year-old.”
He caressed the side of her face, before lifting it to view her eyes. “You have nothing to feel stupid about. I think your innocence is—” his eyes lit with amusement as his mouth curved into one of the sexiest smiles Ainsley had ever seen, “—a deeply terrifying, yet beautiful thing.” He brought her hand to his lips and held it there as he stared into her eyes. “I’d be honored to be your first date.”
She bit her lip. “It wouldn’t be my first date.”
“Oh, really.” Raising his brows in question. he took a step back, all the while mocking formality and hurt. “I demand to know exactly how many dates you’ve been on.”
Ainsley giggled. Baye realized he couldn’t live without that sound and delighted that she seemed to feel so at ease with him.
“Only one, really. I was fifteen. Greg Gillmore.”
She looked up at him and her expression said she need say no more. Greg Gillmore was apparently some catch. He could only imagine the boys thought the same of her.
“He asked me to the game and then we were all supposed to go for pizza. You know, a typical high school thing.”
A shadow crept over her face as she continued and Baye wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the rest. She seemed to bring out a nasty jealous side in him of which he’d previously been unaware.
“But when he put his arm around me at the game, I couldn’t breathe. I thought it was nerves and tried to calm myself down. As the night wore on, it only got worse. When he tried to kiss me, I nearly fainted. Not the good kind. I got dizzy, my skin got clammy, I couldn’t breathe. I had to have him take me home. I was so embarrassed. And he never spoke to me again.”
Shit.
Baye took her in his arms, wishing with his very life he could have spared her such hurt.
“Oh Ainsley, lots of kids go through that...” She pulled away and cut him off. “No, it wasn’t normal nerves. I fell apart, Baye. And every time since then I even think about getting close with a guy, or like that guy in the club.”
He gave her a serious look. “He was a lech.”
She brushed away his point. “It didn’t matter. Any guy who puts their hands on me...”
“Is going to have to answer to me.”
His fierce vow made her blood heat and her heart race. His lips came down over hers, possessively. His tongue slid the length of her lips, then pushed between them. She relaxed and opened to him. His tongue swept through her, mating with hers in a slow burning sensuality she’d waited her whole life to feel. She was getting the hang of this kissing stuff, and liking it more and more. Soft butterfly kisses graced her jaw and neck, then he returned to her mouth for a time before pulling back, but not releasing her from his arms.
“You don't seem to have any trouble with me.”
“Its right with you. I can’t explain it.”
He kissed her again until she couldn’t feel her toes anymore. When he stopped, he looked at her very seriously before saying, “You don't have to explain. The right part, I think I understand.” One last kiss and he pulled back. “I have to leave Ains, or I won’t leave at all.”
He took her keys from her and opened her door, pushed her inside and kissed her forehead, the only place he felt safe kissing. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Think about that date, okay?”
She looked up at him with desired-darkened eyes and kiss-swollen lips. Baye swallowed hard and took two determined steps back.
“I will.” He smiled warmly at her and Ainsley nearly lost her senses. “Go out with you I mean, not think about it.”
It took all his strength not to go back to her. He continued moving away. “You’re going to be my undoing, Blue Eyes.”
“Somehow I doubt that.” She started to take a step towards him, clinging to her red front door in her pink dress. She looked like the most inviting valentine he’d ever seen. He growled in frustration, barking out directions, “Go. Close the door. And lock it.” Before I lose my mind. He gave her his best grin, thinking all the while how they wouldn’t even make it as far as the couch. He’d take her right behind the door. Up against it, no doubt.
“See you tomorrow.” She closed the door and a cold swept over Baye. He was playing with fire. He didn’t know which one of them end up burned, but he’d bet his last dime, one of them would.

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New Year's Resolution



Caitlyn Monson has spent the past three years caring for her dying mother, to the exclusion of all else. Letting go of the past and her loss and grasping for some way to feel alive again, Caitlyn has one thing in mind: her virginity and the best way to lose it before New Year’s.
Danny Carter understands loss and guilt on a very personal level. When the sweet and irresistible Caitlyn walks into his restaurant, his heart knows this is the woman he’s waited for his entire life and his body is only too willing to help her make deadline. If only he had more to offer her than broken dreams and a shattered heart.

Will Caitlyn’s New Years Resolution bring more than they bargained for?
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“Your friend is something else. Is the redhead your driver?”

Caitlyn was a little startled by the personal bent to the conversation the bartender started out of the blue and without prelude, but she figured Val had hit on him and guys Val hit on always thought they had the right to talk with her about any and everything. She wondered if he’d taken Val up on whatever she’d offered.

“Uh, yeah.” Eloquent, Caity. “Can I get a diet coke?”

“Sure.”

Figures she’d hit on the one guy in the place I wanted.

Val’s usual tastes ran towards musicians, but there was no band here tonight, which left her short on possibilities, and as Caitlyn met gazes with the bartender, she thought Val could have picked a lot worse. She also bemoaned her own loss. No guy would ever choose prudish, uptight Caitlyn over fun loving, easy Val.

She watched him as all her plans died. He moved behind the bar in fluid motion. Muscles pulled and flexed beneath the thin fabric of the navy T-shirt as he grabbed a glass, filled it with ice, soda, and a straw before he delivered it back to her with one of those killer smiles. It was almost like a dance and boy, oh boy, did she wish she could run her fingers over that man’s chest.

Maybe I’m drunker than I realized.

Thoughts of men’s chests and her fingers were not the norm. She pulled out a five, but the bartender held up a hand to stop her.

“It’s on the house. Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

Caitlyn smiled shyly, glad he couldn’t read minds but afraid her blush might have given her away, anyway.

“Thanks.”

This was where it always broke down for her: she saw a guy, thought he was cute, he seemed nice enough, but then nothing. Nothing ever happened from here. She wasn’t quite sure what she did wrong. She’d given out her number, gone against her own shy nature to call on the rare occasions she got a number, made herself available.

Sometimes too available, but she wouldn’t go back over Don Whitehead again. Some experiences were better left dead.

And here she was, Christmas Eve, virginity in all its glory still in place. Hell, she’d never once gone further than second base and that had been such a fast grope she wasn’t sure it counted. “Pathetic.”

“You say something, sweetheart?”

Caitlyn shook her head. Her gaze locked in the smoky blue depths of his as he stood behind the bar, drying glasses with a rag and smiling at her like she was the answer to every prayer he ever had, or maybe like she was his dinner. She wasn’t sure which, but that look made her heart stutter and caused a breathy laugh to escape her.

Hey, wanna de-virginize me? It was right on the tip of her tongue, but she shook her head. “Nope, I said nothing.”

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Tower of Secrets



Sebastian Montclaire is used to getting what he wants, from women to business. What he wants now is the patent on a revolutionary computer code. One look at the inventor's daughter has him questioning which he wants more. He has no idea Marina Bennett is a proverbial princess in a tower and only true love can ever free her.

Tower of Secrets coming to Siren Fairy Tales Summer 2007

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One Night on a Balcony


One hot summer night and a scorching balcony interlude light the fuse of hidden attraction between neighbors Jill Reed and Cole Adams. Can they contain the feelings they’ve ignited or will their raging passions blow sky high?

Coming July 27th from Samhain Publishing
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Jill Reed has spent her entire life denying her sexuality, but living next door to Cole Adams the past few months has made it near impossible.

Cole is fresh off his third divorce and considers himself a one-man relationship train wreck. He purposefully keeps his lust for Jill in check because, after all, she’s the kind of woman a man keeps.

Jill and Cole have been denying their bone-deep attraction for months, but one night on a balcony, passions ignite, an adventure starts and everything is about to change—forever.

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Torrid Teasers Volume 34


In Can't Walk Away, Felicity and Mallin meet on the train and discover they share the distinction of being loneliest people on the planet, but not for long.

In Captive Audience, Gavin follows the woman of his dreams onto a train where she's running from both an unfaithful husband and his wicked kiss. He quickly discovers that until the train reaches it's next stop, he has Vivian's undivided attention and decides to convince her for once and for all, that he is in fact the right man for her.

Coming September 2007 From Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

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