Huge lot erotica/paranormal/elloras cave/Black/Kenyon Leigh/Devlin/Rice/Shayne/Walker/Holly/Douglas/Walker Start Price USD 0.99 Current Price USD 76.01 Time Left - Bid Count 15 Buy It Now Price - Reserve Price - Start Time Friday, October 03, 2008 End Time Monday, October 13, 2008 Location Hackettstown, New Jersey See more about 'Huge lot erotica/paranormal/elloras cave/Black/Kenyon ' Description Very nice large lot of erotica a little of everything....shape shifters, vampire, werewolf, wolf tales, alien, bad boy series, Anne Rice Beauty series, Lora Leigh Breeds & Dragon Prime, I have read them all and know the winner will be happy & warm for the next few months...or weeks if you read like me. I'll try to add the names and descriptions later...but feel free to email me with any questions all are in good condition most in like new. Good luck and I will combine shipping if possible.  On Oct-03-08 at 06:52:15 PDT, seller added the following information:Dragon Prime  Lora Leigh   This story is related to the Legacies series. He is a Prime Warrior of the Dragon Clan. An alien to Earth. Fighting a battle that could tip the balance between two seperate worlds. But now his greatest mission isn't the battle, or the blood of the enemy. It's the love of one woman's heart. One he's lost once already and vows he will not lose again.   Claiming of Sleeping Beauty  Anne Rice   In the traditional folk tale "Sleeping Beauty," the spell cast upon the lovely young princess and everyone in her castle can only be broken by the kiss of a Prince. Anne Rice's retelling of the Beauty story probes the unspoken implications of this lush, suggestive tale by exploring its undeniable connection to sexual desire   Ceremony of Seduction  Cassie Ryan   When Dreams Of Desire - Twenty-three-year-old Alyssa Moss has lived her whole life in the shadow of her beautiful family. Voluptuous where they are lean, brunette where they are blonde, Alyssa is convinced she is an ugly duckling who will never become a swan. The only thing that sustains her is a recurring dream in which a seductive stranger named Stone worships and pleasures every inch of her. But maddeningly, Stone always disappears just as Alyssa is on the edge of dizzying ecstasy-with a puzzling promise that one day he will find her. That day has come. Become Reality...For years, Stone has searched for the kidnapped first princess of his people-an other-worldly clan whose life-force is sexual energy. Alyssa is that princess, stolen by a rival faction and banished to live on Earth. But now Stone has found her and will return her to her rightful home, one in which she will own the curvaceous body she was born with-and the passionate desire that throbs within it as she learns an endless variety of delicious pleasures and discovers the infinite power she feels when all her cravings are satisfied   Beyond the Dark  Lora Leigh/Emma Holly/Diane Whiteside/Angela Knight   A daring collection of never-before-published erotic desire from four of the hottest names in paranormal romance. Four of the most sizzling authors of paranormal romance take readers beyond their wildest fantasies, to a seductive midnight world of erotic suspense, demons, mages, vampires, and knights. A world of queens with devilish secrets, and of demons with secret desires. So dangerous and fun, readers may never want to come back down to earth again   Beast of Dreams  Cynthia Williams   Cynthia Williams has taken Star Trek one step further in this intruiging story about a race called the wolfan. This story is very erotic and stimulates all your senses. My imagination was on overload as I read the love story between Amanda and Karrick. But all is not right in this new Eden. There are dark forces waiting to destroy Karrick and take over the pack. Who will win in the end? Will it be the new breeds created to further mankind or will fear come to destroy everything that Amanda has come to love and cherish? Let your mind run wild as you read this wonderful story full of passion hot enough to melt Mt. Saint Helen. Cynthia Williams is steadily climbing the ladder to be the Queen of Futuristic romance. This reviewer gives her my highest rating and recommends you read her new book Beast of Dreams. Enjoy!" Rating: Five Hearts   Bad Boys next Exit   Bad Boys Next Exit brings together three steamy stories. Shannon McKenna's Meltdown has headhunter Jane Duvall having a meeting with the general manager of the Crowne Royale Group of hotels posing as a travel writer. But the GM is called away and instead she meets the CEO Michael "Mac" McNamara. Their attraction is explosive and Jane decides to indulge in a fantasy with Mac. Mac cannot get Jane out of his mind after their initial fiery meeting. They agree to meet again and it's a night of passion and betrayals. Shannon McKenna writes another highly erotic story. Jane and Mac will be remembered for their fire, passion and heart. Exposed by Donna Kauffman has two strangers meeting on a train. Delilah Hudson was on vacation taking pictures as she travels. Del meets fellow photographer Austin Morgan. Austin is returning home after his abusive fathers death. Del and Austin connect on so many levels. Their passion is all consuming but can they make it past the train ride. Ms. Kauffman's story is so titillating, a very enjoyable read. Pure Ginger by E.C. Sheedy has Ginger Cameron trying to change her image. Gone are the sexy outfits, over the top ways and most of all drop dead gorgeous men. This proves to be a problem when for her PR firm she meets Cal Beaumann, who wants to hire Ginger. Cal is thrown by this frumpy looking woman. Ginger is not what he envisioned helping him launch his new cinema. But Cal sees beneath Gingers tone down look to see the real woman inside. Cal and Ginger have a connection that leaps off the page. Bad Boys Next Exit is a great addition to the Bad Boys stories. Out of Control  Shannon McKenna   In Behind Closed Doors and Standing in the Shadows, Shannon McKenna introduced the McCloud Brothers: intense, rugged, and super-sexy. Now, Davy McCloud is about to meet a woman he can't trust-or live without... Disillusioned P.I. Davy McCloud has an ironclad rule: never follow blind impulse when it comes to women. But he breaks it the instant gorgeous Margo Vetter shows up to teach at the gym next door. The sexual hunger-and the instinctual protectiveness-that she awakens is much too strong to resist. Broke and on the run, framed for a murder she didn't commit, Margot has no one to turn to but Davy McCloud. But the closer he comes, the more Margot discovers that holding back-or hiding-from this enigmatic, powerful man is impossible. In every way... Then passion flares with unexpected intensity. But Margot's past has finally caught up with her, and life is about to get more than complicated. It's turning deadly   Really Unusual Bad Boys  Mary Janice Davidson   From the wildly talented MaryJanice Davidson comes a trio of outrageously passionate stories that take bliss to new, unusual heights... BRIDEFIGHT One minute, Detective Lois Commoner is popping pain pills for her bum knee; the next, she's in a strange land with a magically delicious naked man named Prince Damon. Questions? Maybe one or two. MATING SEASON When Lt. Anne Sanger joined the W.A.C.s ?to see the world and meet someone, she meant Europe and nice Boise farm boy -- not a feral, well-built, rakish man in a bathtub claiming he has wished her to be his mate. GROOMFIGHT Rica Callanbra is used to odd things happening, but sweet, godlike hunky men falling from the sky? She'll take him!?Talk about heaven on earth   When the Night Stood Still  Marilyn Jaye Lewis   Erotic novel set in Hollywood about three powerful movie people & their rise to fame, and struggle to stay there. Contemporary novel     Night Spell  Lucinda Betts   Desire like no other... Enter a world where boundaries are crossed and inhibitions are shed at a whisper...in three compelling stories that explore the boundaries of ultimate ecstasy... My Captor Lost in the desert, tied in a tent, a beautiful young woman awaits the mysterious man who captured her by night. His taste for submissive fantasy is hard to satisfy--until his pretty captive is persuaded to bare her most secret desires... Winged Dreams By day, Iole is the chaste, obedient young daughter of Lord Aeson. By night, her dream lover brings her to the heights of wickedly sensual pleasure. The only man she will obey is him. Because being so wrong never felt so right... Bed Sport Assigned to steal the Jewel of Dragonkind from a deadly beast, Larkspur must outwit another talented thief: a man with the face and the body of a god. Give him the upper hand? No. But he demands a different answer. Now. Never has she known a man so masterful. Larkspur is lost to the ecstasy of surrender     Wolf Tales IV  Kate Douglas (HC/DJ)   When Tinker McClintock is assigned to track down a young woman who has no idea of her Chanku heritage, he intends it to be a job like any other. But wolf rescue specialist Lisa Quinn arouses in him an intense and immediate attraction that cannot be denied. Her innocent beauty belies a passionate soul and white-hot desire that demands to be satisfied again and again. And she will soon undergo a change that will awaken sensations beyond anything she's ever imagined...Unaware of her own shapeshifting powers, Lisa is totally dedicated to her work and determined to discover why wolves have been disappearing from her sanctuary. The mysterious Tinker may be just the man to help her learn the truth--even as he proves the perfect partner to indulge her every sensual fantasy. As shared ecstasy brings Tinker and Lisa ever closer, the lines between danger and passion will blur. And by the light of the full moon, all will be revealed     Hurts so Good   Three deliciously sexy stories of sensual healers and their naughty patients.... Gail Faulkner Romeo After years of illness, Lauren is desperate for a reprieve from her stiflingly protective family -- so she joins her best friend Carla for a weekend at her family's ranch. Although Carla warns the cool, collected Lauren about her womanizing cousin Romeo, when Lauren and Romeo first lock eyes, they feel undeniable passion for one another. Romeo knows he can have any women he desires, but now he longs only to care for this sexy little minx -- and has one short weekend to convince her to stay. Lisa Renee Jones Hurt So Good Shy and cautious physical therapist Kelly Marshall is all work and no play. Determined to go to medical school and avoid becoming like her recklessly irresponsible mother, she has always repressed her wildest and most sinful desires. That is, until she meets sexy architect Mark Majors and discovers a deeply sensual side she never knew she had. And when weeks later he appears in her exam room -- needing her healing touch -- she can't help but surrender, once again, to the passion blazing between them. Sahara Kelly Sizzle For fiery redhead Susanna Chalmers, Dylan Sinclair was the handsome muscle-bound guy in high school she could never have. But eleven years later, now a relationship therapist, Susanna sees Dylan in one of her lectures -- and he reminds her of a steamy night after senior prom when he knew he wanted to have his way with her. As a doctor, Susanna knows he isn't relationship material. But as a woman, her extremely aroused body is telling her otherwise. Step inside Ellora's Cave, where passions run wild and the sexiest fantasies come true.... www.EllorasCave.com Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One "I should warn you about my cousin," Carla stated casually as she flew down the flat expanse of highway. After turning off Interstate 20 the road was virtually empty, a perfect opportunity to push the new Nissan 350ZX Turbo boy magnet she'd just given herself. This was the first real chance Carla had had to open it up and both girls were enjoying the speed and freedom the little car embodied. "The fact is you're exactly his type -- a delicate thing who's china-doll pale with big blue eyes and black hair. Of course, he's older than we are, the first child of the oldest son and all. He probably has six chicks on a string anyway. Likely, you don't have to worry. He'll be busy." "Worry? Why would I worry? He's not a rapist, is he?" Lauren asked, laughing at her friend who seemed serious about the warning. Until now it had been a relaxed, girls out kind of trip. For Lauren it was an even greater step into independence than most, a welcome chance to get completely away from her loving yet stiflingly protective family. This little taste of Thelma and Louise was just the ticket as far as she was concerned. She was unwilling to let anything ruin the carefree weekend as they cruised down the road with the windows open. The sage and sun-laden air felt and smelled like sweet freedom. "No, no, nothing like that. It's just that he's so 'in charge' about everything. He's the stereotypical tall, dark and handsome cowboy," Carla grumped as her long body shifted uncomfortably behind the wheel. "He's really bossy, dictatorial and a general pain in the ass. I'm only going to the ranch because all my other cousins will be there, and, well, I'd like to see his reaction to you." "Me? Why me? He's seen a million of me according to you," Lauren commented in growing concern. "Yeah, but he's never met you. The original Ice Queen is what you are and you know it. I know I should have told you about him sooner, but I was afraid you wouldn't come," Carla confessed. "I've told everyone else about you and they can hardly wait to meet you." "What? Who is 'everyone' and why are they so eager to meet me?" Suspicious and irritated, Lauren slid around to face her friend. "The cousins. They, um, well...I told them you'd turn a cold shoulder on him for sure. They're sort of anxious to see that," Carla confessed. "I see. You're selling tickets to a show, Carla? That's low. You're right. I wouldn't have come if I'd known what you're up to. It's not fair to me and certainly isn't fair to what's his name." "Aw, Lauren. He's an arrogant, never been wrong, never been turned down jerk," Carla responded. "His name is Romeo." "You're kidding," Lauren scoffed. "Nope, seriously not kidding. Sick, isn't it? He's rich, good-looking and named Romeo. You can hardly blame us for wanting him to get a little taste of humble pie. You're just the ticket. The woman of his dreams who's never gonna be interested." Carla's attractive face twisted in a grimace while her wide hazel eyes sparkled with mischief. High energy radiated off her long, lean body even after several hours of tedious driving. In almost every way the two girls were exact opposites. One tall and in constant motion, the other petite and surrounded in an almost palpable calm. Their instant friendship was a mystery to most until you got to know them. "Carla, I came as a favor to you. You begged me to come because you'd be so 'bored.' I didn't agree to be the main attraction. You know I've never been on a ranch before and that alone makes me uncomfortable, with all the large, stinky animals and things. You promised it'd be fun. Now you spring this convoluted tale of what -- revenge?" Lauren frowned darkly. "Come on, be a sport. You don't have to do anything differently than you normally would. I didn't actually lie. The ranch is a blast when Romeo isn't hanging around making up a bunch of rules. He really is a pain in the ass," Carla continued. "What do you mean, a lot of rules?" Lauren asked. "You know, no running at the pool, no cannon balling each other, no playing bumper horse, it's endless," Carla explained. "Sounds like reasonable safety stuff to me. Are the cousins a bunch of teenagers?" Lauren wanted to know, doubtful now that she'd heard the complaints. "Oh, we're all around our age, twenty to twenty-five now. Last time we were all at the ranch I guess we were teenagers." Carla laughed. "Oh, well, he deserves it. The man lives a charmed life, I swear. He needs shaking up." "I hardly think my visit will relieve all the angst I hear in you, Carla. It's more like you and your cousins need therapy over this guy. Good grief. Those rules were an attempt to keep you all alive to reach your twenties. I doubt he'll give me a second look anyway. You'll be disappointed again and the little chip on your shoulder will just get bigger," Lauren predicted. "In any case, I don't intend to perform like some dancing bear. If it weren't such a long way back, I'd make you take me home." They were three hours and forty-five minutes into the trip. Turning around now would be another three hours and forty-five minutes of being mad at each other as they drove back. Yuck. "Yeah, I knew you would. Part of why I didn't work up the nerve to tell you 'til just now. Come on, Lauren. You know I love you. You're the one who got me through that whole Philip fiasco. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. The Romeo junk isn't that important. I just thought I should warn you," Carla sheepishly added. "I have a feeling it's the only important thing about this trip, Carla. I detest subterfuge. You know that. Tell me about your other cousins. The wild monkey ones," Lauren demanded. "I get the feeling I'll be the odd one out anyway. What the hell is 'bumper horse' and is it as dangerous as it sounds?" Laughing at her city friend, Carla proceeded to explain bumper horse and various other activities. Soon Carla turned into an imposing entry gate and drove up a long, winding road to the Texas ranch her cousin owned. The drive was long enough for her to get through a short history of the ranch and its present bad-boy owner. The ranch was the original family homestead, but now it was owned and operated by Carla's oldest cousin. His parents had died tragically young in a private plane crash. He'd been seventeen, an only child. His grandparents had still lived at the ranch then so they'd been his guardians. By the time Romeo turned twenty-two, they'd both passed away. He'd been sole owner and completely in charge for fifteen years now. His aunts, uncles and their families visited often. Somehow, he'd managed to retain the ranch as the family hub for the entire clan. Privately Lauren was intrigued, although Carla told the whole story in an offhanded manner. Carla was not impressed with the man who'd been forced into the responsibilities of adulthood so young. As far as she was concerned, he'd been an ass forever. As they pulled up to the sprawling ranch house, Lauren grinned. It looked like a scene from a western movie. The main house was a prominent feature but surrounded by barns and outbuildings in easy walking distance. A massive operation if you went by the number of barns, Lauren decided. A porch wrapped around the rambling house, which had obviously grown through several decades and styles. The resulting massive structure retained a relaxed casualness expressed in the comfortable rockers and porch swings distributed along the entire veranda. The landscaping surrounding the house was gracious and welcoming, as was everything about this large working operation. Lauren stepped out on the far side of the car while Carla sprang up from behind the wheel to greet a number of young people. Lauren took the few seconds she remained unnoticed to glance about. The tang of cut hay mixed with animal scents drifted up from the barns. It wasn't unpleasant, just a sort of fresh outdoors smell she wanted to inhale into every part of her. It was a smell she'd never experienced before in a life filled with sterile interiors. Her gaze drifted to the side of the house to see a huge dog race around the corner. Following the dog sauntered a large man using a battered cowboy hat to beat the dust off his body. The man was tall and moved with the loose-limbed grace of muscles honed and developed through hard use. His rolling gait was simply the cowboy stroll at its finest. His dark head was bent as he whacked thick thighs with the hat. The shirt stretched interestingly across his heavily muscled chest might have been white or beige at one time, now it was mostly dirt-red and sweat-stained. The soft material moved with him to mold a flat abdomen then disappear into low-riding jeans. Slim hips seemed emphasized by the powerful long legs below them. The man glanced up at the commotion and while his face didn't change, Lauren received the impression of a grimace as his eyes slid over the sporty little car they'd arrived in. His dark, lazy gaze traveled to the boisterous crowd and suddenly he looked directly into her eyes. Lauren blinked at the shocking intensity of that gaze and glanced down at the stampeding dog again. Coming from the side made its path a direct line to Lauren first. The dog was completely okay with the arrangement as he managed to doggy-grin and wag his tail while pounding across the lawn. Lauren weighed a hundred and ten pounds -- the dog had her beat by at least seventy and showed no signs of slowing down. Lauren considered jumping in the car again but that just seemed too cowardly. No one else appeared concerned. They wouldn't let a killer dog run loose, would they? A plump lower lip sucked and white teeth clamped down on it as she watched the thundering approach. Abruptly a low whistle pierced the air and the dog stopped, turned in a flash and rushed back at the man. Lauren's eyes shot up to him and a hint of a grin met her gaze. He kept moving toward the group as a whole but looked only at her. His focused attention was just beginning to feel uncomfortable when Carla called her na..     His Fantasies Her Dreams   These three sensual tales prove that even the wildest, most erotic fantasies can come true.... Sherri L. King The Jewel After a night of drinking her lonely sorrows away, Samantha awakens the next morning to unfamiliar surroundings. It turns out she is in the foreign world of Valeo and has been chosen as a birthday gift for the King. The redheaded beauty is to be part of his exotic harem of women who are there for his pleasure, and who in turn have their most erotic fantasies fulfilled. Soon crowned the King's Jewel -- his favorite -- the two spend night after night enraptured in all-consuming passion. But when Samantha finds herself falling for the powerfully muscular, caramel-skinned King, she realizes she wants him all to herself. S. L. Carpenter Learning to Live Again Between an unappreciative boyfriend and a boring dead-end job, Michelle knows she deserves better. So she leaves town for a fresh start -- first to visit her family, and then to begin a new, fulfilling career. On the train back home she meets Josh, a laid-back, handsome guy who Michelle soon realizes -- after an unforgettable, wickedly passionate night together -- was a geeky guy from her childhood. As sparks continue to fly, Michelle must decide between the faraway career of her dreams or the man at home who makes her wild with desire. Trista Ann Michaels Fantasy Bar When Kira kills a prominent politician in self-defense, the blond bombshell disguises herself as a redhead and hides out at the business she part-owns, Fantasy Bar. There, patrons can order a drink and have it become their sexual fantasy. And there, Kira meets Jerrod, a hunky guy she wants at first sight -- and who clearly craves her in return. Little does she know, Jerrod is a private investigator and the best friend of the man she killed. And little does Jerrod know that he won't be interrogating Kira, he'll be drinking in his wildest, most erotic fantasies with her instead. Step inside Ellora's Cave, where passions run wild and the sexiest fantasies come true.... www.EllorasCave.com Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One Samantha Gaynes tripped over her own feet and went crashing down in a boneless heap onto her couch. Her head swam dizzily and she let out an unladylike burp, grimacing when the after burn of too much Southern Comfort stung her throat. What a way to spend her Valentine's Day. What a way to spend her birthday! Drunk, unemployed, lonely and horny as all get out. It was shameful and pathetic -- she knew that -- but that was one good thing about being alone. There was no one around to see you when you finally hit rock bottom. She had hit the bottom so hard that she'd fallen straight through it and found an entirely new level of low. How could she have been so stupid -- to think that the worst wouldn't happen and she'd lose her job? Everyone knew that their company was giving thoughts to downsizing, but she'd foolishly held out hope until the very last. Of course she should have known better than to ignore the warning signs. She should have been putting money aside for such an emergency, should have been scouting for another job just in case. But she hadn't. She was flat broke and without prospects. The job market was pure hell because of the recession -- especially for anyone in her field -- so all she had to look forward to now was perhaps a job at a fast food restaurant to help her earn some living money until something better could be found. Sam groaned as her head spun out of control again and berated herself for her pessimistic thoughts. It wasn't like her to look at the dark side of things. Her pathetic attitude must be from the effects of too much drinking. Feeling sorry for herself would get her nowhere -- she knew that -- and as soon as she sobered up she'd put all of these lugubrious thoughts behind her and start looking for a job. Surely there would be something for her out there in the great wide world; she just had to keep her chin up and her hopes buoyed with happy thoughts. But first...she needed to pass out. Her eyes became heavy and her sight grew dim. Her head swam round and round, making her feel as though she were riding a loop the loop roller coaster ride at an amusement park. At times the feeling was almost euphoric and utterly delicious -- at others it made her stomach churn and go queasy. She held a shaking hand to her head, closed her eyes and laughed drunkenly. What a way to end a perfectly horrid Valentine's Day. With one last little burp she lost consciousness. Hot breath spilled over her swollen nipple just before a tongue rasped over it with torturous slowness. Samantha couldn't help but arch up against that mouth, silently urging it to take her nipple deeper, to ease the empty ache that had been inside of her for what seemed an eternity. It had been so long since she had felt the touch of a man. Too long. She had almost forgotten that ripe, heavy throb of attraction and desire that could instantly drug her body and mind more thoroughly than any hard liquor. Countless long, powerful fingers stroked her from neck to toes, as if a hundred different hands were running over her. It was impossible for her to focus on any one area of her body as it was bombarded with so many different sensations all at once. The mouth at her nipple roved upward and pressed a slow, firm kiss against her already panting mouth, testing her response until she moaned into it with rising need. Fingers ran through her hair, sifting the strands over and over again, making her scalp tingle oh so pleasantly. The mouth on hers moved up to press against her hair and she sighed and stretched, the better to savor each and every delicious sensation that was being visited upon her body with such patient carnal knowledge. Hands forced her thighs apart with immovable strength and she gasped. Immediately countless fingertips moved to spread her vaginal lips and stroked her wet, swollen flesh until her hips were bucking, hungrily seeking more of the sweet caresses. Gentle tugs at her pubic hair had her trembling, and the pulling and pinching of her swollen clit made her cry out shamelessly in her passion. Her nipples were hard as diamonds and straining toward the heavens as yet more hands caressed her there, tugging them mercilessly until they were as plump and rouged as juicy berries. Sam wanted to open her eyes, to see the phantom lovers that were pleasuring her so thoroughly, but was afraid that in doing so her dream would disappear before it could reach the conclusion that she so longed for. Her mind was still fogged from the consumption of too much alcohol and surely that was why her dream seemed so real, for never had her sober imagination produced such a heady sexual vision or dream. Better to keep her eyes closed for now and savor the fantasy while it lasted, than to tempt fate and wake up too soon. It was so erotic, the way her body was being fondled and explored by the many hands that roved over her. No part of her body was left untouched. Even the tender flesh between her toes was caressed in turn. When the feel of a hot, wet tongue laved her open and quivering sex, she keened and undulated her hips against it, aching for more. The tongue lingered for a moment, then pulled away, and she groaned her disappointment aloud. A deep voice chuckled and her body was spun over so that she lay on her stomach. The unexpected move caused her eyes to open in shock, but she may as well have been blind for all she could see. It was black as pitch around her, darker than a foggy, moonless night. Her senses reeled anew until she closed her eyes once more, and rested her forehead on the pillows beneath her. Hands roved over the flesh of her back and squeezed the globes of her bottom until she was sighing and moaning once again. She dipped her back, raising her hips and presenting herself more fully for the convenience of her sexual tormentor. Again came that deep chuckle and the hands at her rear spread her cheeks wide so that the tongue could lave the puckered moue of her anus. Rearing up on her elbows, she screeched -- whether from indignation or surprised pleasure she couldn't have said because she felt both emotions with equal strength -- and tried instinctively to move away. The hands that anchored her bottom would have none of that, however, and a gentle slap was administered to reprimand her for the attempted withdrawal. The tongue moved away, but the hands that held her did not falter from their handle on her cheeks. Instead they lifted her higher and yet more hands moved in to caress her exposed labia and anus. Only her head and arms rested on the couch now, so that her breasts swayed beneath her as she was moved this way or that to better accommodate her phantom lovers' wills. Her entire body, front to back, head to toe, was caressed over and over again until she was weeping for culmination. Her body felt swollen, heavy and moist. It was all she could do to keep from screaming with each pass of those fingers and lips over her body, so sensitive had she become to the tiniest of touches. Never before had she been so completely aware of her own flesh, so receptive to each and every nuance of erotic sensation that was visited upon her. This was lust. This was passion. This was pure, animalistic need...and god help her she wanted more of it. Then, just when she thought that surely she would be driven mad with her own need, her every orifice was penetrated by long, strong fingers. Her mouth, her vagina and -- yes -- even her ass was gently stretched by these fingers so that she came with a violent shudder that racked through her body over and over, in rhythm with each tremor of release that washed over and into her. It was enough to make her mind swim even more drunkenly, until she faded out of the dream and entered into a deeper sleep to escape the throes of her exquisite climax. Just before her senses faded she heard a thoroughly smug and satisfied voice whisper into her ear. "You are worthy of Him, worthy beyond price. You have done well...indeed you will do quite well..."   Parlor games   Do you dare open the door and enter a place like no other? In these three historical tales of sensual awakening, nothing that stimulates and titillates is taboo, ecstasy comes in many sizes, and pleasure is its own reward . . . a world of seduction and sensation, where inhibitions are unlaced and desires long corseted are gloriously freed. . . . Fallen Angel Jess Michaels London's greatest beauty and most notorious madam employs the services of a disgraced Bow Street Runner to keep her safe from a stalker . . . and satisfied after dark.   Parlor Games Leda Swann An innocent virgin enters a brothel to escape starvation and receives expert tutelage in the steamy Victorian parlor games that rakish gentlemen indulge in. . . . Border Lord Julia Templeton Fleeing an unfaithful fiancé, a nubile young lovely finds herself the prisoner of a lustful Scottish laird and must bow to his every erotic whim.   Three naughty French Novels   Sex wars   What Dreams May Come    "What Dreams May Come" is a fun collection of stories from some of today's hottest paranormal romance authors. All three are entertaining but there is not one story that will "pop" and be better than the rest. Sherrilyn Kenyon's story is about a romance hero turning into a real life hero. Taryn wants a hero, a boyfriend...one that won't be a low down cheating twit. Before she knows it she has a romance hero straight from a romance novel. Will she be able to fall in love with him and keep him for herself or will he return to the pages of a romance? Rebecca York's story is about the connection between Miranda and her childhood sweetheart. He is psychic and when he realizes that Miranda is in trouble he won't ignore her need. Will they finally be able to have their happy ending or will it be nothing more than a dream? Robin Owens' story is about the destiny of love. Jake and Shauna are destined to find a happy ending but they are going to need to get some help from a very special friend. Enter Borrrisss the cat. Will they learn their lesson and find true love? Again, all three are entertaining reads. Not earth shattering but not something you would want to miss out on. Keep in mind that they are short stories and you will do fine with this read. This is a good book to take along with you on a trip. It's fast, easy to pick up again if you have to put it down frequently.   The Object of Love  Sharon Cullars   In Sharon Cullars' dazzling new novel, two unlikely lovers give in to explosive desire. But guilt and long-buried secrets could destroy their future before it begins... It's been five years since Lacey Burnham saw Sean Logan, and in that time her son Calvin's best friend has turned from a surly youth into a handsome, self-assured young man. Crushed with grief over Cal's sudden death, Lacey offers Sean a place to stay while he's in town--an innocent proposal that quickly becomes anything but. Lacey is stunned and confused by the yearning he ignites with a single kiss... Beautiful, warmhearted Lacey Burnham was a haven of comfort in Sean's troubled youth. Now, against every shred of logic she possesses, Lacey is falling hard for Sean and for a heady carnal bliss she's never experienced before. But the ghosts of the past are waiting. And sooner or later, every shadow must face the light of day...   Juicy Mangos   Juicy Mangos will shatter your ideas of female innocence forever. Here, the smartest, sexiest literary writers are gathered to tell stories of women at their rawest and most intimate. Each of the seven stories centers around a holiday -- from Valentine's Day to Christmas -- when theseenticing characters slip out of their daily roles and take on new, daring personas: A married woman finds a back door to Eden where fantastical orgies force her to confront her true and dangerous sexual desires, a historiographer experiences a lustful affair while wearing an enchanting antique dress as an erotic disguise, a sex-toy saleswoman takes on a business partner with benefits to boost her sales. With exotic backdrops around the world and beautiful, complex characters,Juicy Mangos is sexy enough to keep you glued to the page. But like its diverse protagonists, the stories are smart and provocative and willleave you hot long after your touch on the page has cooled   My Immortal Knight:Endless Knight  Delilah Devlin   My Immortal Knight - All Knight Long By Delilah Devlin Book 3 in the My Immortal Knight series A member of an elite police unit sworn to hunt vampires, Joe Garcia's life is turned upside down when he's transformed into one. On a quest for a cure, his search brings him to New Orleans in a last ditch effort to recover his humanity. Professor Lily Carlson, a renowned expert in vampire lore, has a "condition" of her own. Her sexual libido has been in hyper-drive for months. Her only defense is to hide behind her glasses and tweed suits and stay as far away from men as possible. However, she's thrilled to discover vampires really do exist when Joe shows up on her balcony. Although Joe deflects her attempts to make him a case study and confirm a few vampire statistics, he is drawn by her powerful allure. When werewolves join the chase and track her through New Orleans, Joe's cop instincts tell him there's a mystery to solve. Intent on protecting her, he must seek help from the last vampire on Earth he wants to ask. While his hopes for deliverance from his fate dwindle, Lily's life is forever altered by an unexpected "inheritance". My Immortal Knight - Relentless By Delilah Devlin Book 4 of the My Immortal Knight series To supercop Max Weir, the only good vampire is a dead one. Since his special police unit integrated with vampires, he's had to suppress his natural hatred to work side-by-side with the undead to hunt down and terminate the deadliest killers. Now the unit is hot on the trail of a new menace in town, a pack of werewolves prowling for vampires, who don't care whether humans get in their way. When a stakeout goes awry, Max enters a bar looking for a fight or a woman to help him blow off a little steam. What he finds is a winsome siren who has sexual appetites to match his own. Vampire Pia D'Amato is on a secret mission to take out Max either by seduction or by turning him. He's become a liability to the Masters' Council setting up jurisdiction in southern Florida, and she isn't leaving until she's done the job. But Max is more man than she bargained for and has a deadly secret of his own.     Hunters: Heart and Soul  Shiloh Walker   Double the paranormal erotic romance-two all-new stories from a fan favorite. From Shiloh Walker's hot Hunter series come two new stories... In the shades of night, when the evil are free to seduce the weak and indulge their desires, there are still those who will fight to the death for the innocent. They are The Hunters. They are at the heart of a sensuous and strange new world... Two men. Two women. Paranormal warriors and eternal lovers who keep the undead in line by destroying those who have gone rogue. They serve as Judge, Jury, and Executioner. They are as merciless as their prey. And they are its soul. But in this strange enclave of midnight retribution, some discover a hunger they'd never imagined, a love that crosses unnatural boundaries, and a blood reckoning with a damnable past that could save the Hunters or destroy them.   Kiss of the Wolf  Morgan Hawke   PASSION IN ANY FORM Thorn Ferrell is a courier for the new American Secret Service, entrusted with carrying a secret message into Rumania in the dead of winter. It would be impossible for anyone to pass the Carpathian Mountains, but not Thorn, for she is also a werewolf. Settling into a deep cave for the night, she senses something else there in the dark...something not quite human, something that provokes both fear and a primal lust. And then he appears—tall, sensual, predatory, with black eyes and a body of carved beauty... As a vampire, Yaroslav is used to hunting for prey. But the beautiful naked woman who emerges from the wolf's form arouses a far different hunger. She is his equal in power, sensual skill, and carnal appetite. If he cannot tame her, he can certainly pleasure her. As they spend the night taking each other to new heights of raw need and unimaginable bliss, Yaroslav experiences something new, a desire so deep he will do anything to keep his new lover by his side forever...   Lover from Another World   Rachel Carrington Her Lover's World After two weeks of erotic dreams about wild nights spent with a darkly handsome lover, Anna meets him -- in the flesh -- in her apartment. Onyx tantalizes and teases her senses, leaving her clamoring for more. But Onyx has no time for love -- as the immortal king of a vanished world, he is fated to wander worlds and centuries in search of a new home for his people. But when he's with Anna, it's as if no one else exists -- and that passion is all he needs to survive. Elizabeth Jewell Lady of the Seals While swimming in a treacherous storm, Gilly, a seal who can shed her skin to become a beautiful woman, finds the lifeless body of David Fraser. Intrigued by this incredibly attractive man, she brings him to land and revives him with her passionate kisses and warm embrace. Soon they are spending their days blissfully in each others' arms. But as a creature of the sea, Gilly cannot give herself to any man -- unless David can find a way to keep her with him forever. Shiloh Walker Voyeur To fulfill his wife Ashlyn's fantasies, Kye invites another man into their bed. A brawny Irish stallion, Connor is Kye's best friend -- and that night he secretly falls hard for Ashlyn. Three years later, Kye is killed in a car accident and Connor is at Ashlyn's side for comfort. Soon, with Kye watching from above -- willing for Ashlyn's pain to ease -- Connor and Ashlyn recreate that hot, arousing night they spent together -- leading to much more than they ever imagined. Step inside Ellora's Cave where passions run wild, and the sexiest fantasies come true....www.EllorasCave.com   As Seen on TV Sarah Mlynowski   When Sunny Langstein decides to pack up Florida life and move in with her boyfriend inManhattan, her big sister isn't thrilled. What modern-day twenty-four-year-old leaves her promising career, fabulous friends and perfect underground parking spot with accompanying convertible for . . . a guy? Only, Sunny has an additional incentive: the chance to star on Party Girls, the latest reality-television show. True, she might become a national laughingstock and it pays nothing, BUT it's a job -- a job in Manhattan. She'll get to be with her boyfriend, Steve. Okay, so she can't tell anyone she isn't single -- but with freebie designer clothes, alpha-beta peels and coconut-cream pedicures to make her transformation into a made-for-TV single girl complete . . . she can't lose! But when the show's premier plunges Sunny into a media frenzy of talk shows, tampon endorsements, TV heartthrobs and S&M toys, how long will it take for Sunny to lose track of where she ends and her alter ego, Sunny Lang the _ber Fashionista Single Superstar, begins?   Unexpected  Lori Foster   When Eli Conner's wanna-be photojournalist brother, Jeremy, is kidnapped by Central American guerillas, Eli seeks a mercenary who can go into the treacherous jungles and rescue his younger sibling. Ray Vereker answers the call. Ray is tough, courageous, muscular, and female. After watching her win a bar fight, Eli agrees to let Ray save Jeremy--providing he comes along, but the rescue is infinitely easier for Ray than the aftermath of her adventure. A night of wild passion with Eli in the jungle has left her pregnant. An alpha woman with no domestic or maternal skills, a wealthy businessman with a mysterious background, and a most unappreciative rescued hostage give this book a distinctive flavor. In fact, Foster has created a dazzingly unique heroine, and readers will cheer as Ray fearlessly saves herself--and everyone else--from dangerous situations. Known for her funny, sexy writing, Foster doesn't hesitate to turn up the heat, and readers who like sensual romances and novels by Thea Devine, Vicki Lewis Thompson, and Susan Johnson will go for this winning mix of feminism and erotica     Untamed  Kathleen Lawless   When Paris Sommer finds the secret diary of her great-great-grandmother, who ran an infamous bordello in the old West, her secret fantasies are ignited. Putting her librarian career to good use, she goes to Forked Creek, Nevada, to stay at the brothel and do some research. There Paris discovers a forbidden pleasure of her own: Mitchell Brand, a dead-sexy cowboy who knows just how to treat a woman -- and make her beg for more. Brand's hard-lovin' ways welcome Paris into a world of passion she's never known...until a mysterious treasure map hidden in the diary leads them to a place where peril and seduction collide. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Chapter One Her nose to the tour bus window, Paris waited impatiently for her first glimpse of Forked Creek, a restored ghost town and home to Martha May Brown's famous house of ill repute. She'd thought about little else ever since she first discovered Martha May's journal, now tucked safely into her compact travel bag. "Hoo-eee! We are so not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy!" came a boisterous cry from the back of the bus. Paris smiled in agreement. It had become the theme of the group's road trip from the Pacific Northwest into the Nevada desert. She'd read that the ghost town was time-locked in its horse-and-buggy stage, which meant the modern-day roads necessary for emergency vehicles and tour buses ran discreetly behind the town, out of sight. When the bus finally rolled to a stop, Paris let the fifteen other women surge off ahead of her, leaving Paris free to approach the brothel once owned by her great-great-grandmother on her own. The house looked pretty much the way she had envisioned, with its huge front porch and faded shingled exterior, sprawling three and a half stories high. She shaded her eyes against the Nevada sunshine as Hayley, the unofficial leader of the group, galloped up the front steps and banged loudly on the door. As the others followed, an attractive blonde in period costume stepped onto the porch. "Welcome, ladies. My name is Valerie and I'll be your hostess during your visit to Forked Creek. Your rooms have been assigned and keys are ready for pickup inside. Are there any questions?" "When do we get our costumes?" Valerie smiled. "Everyone loves the costumes. Each of you has an extensive period wardrobe in your room, and you are strongly encouraged to remain 'in character' for your stay. Most visitors choose to do so, as it heightens the experience here." There were nods and murmurs of assent from the group. No problem, Paris thought. Having spent nearly thirty years molding herself into what she thought other people expected from her, the opportunity to be another person felt excitingly freeing. As she collected her room key from Valerie, she said, "I can't wait to explore the town." "There's plenty of time before dinner. Are you the librarian?" Paris nodded. "How did you know?" "A gal gets good at sizing people up quickly in this business. You're here doing historical research?" "Yes." That was her cover, her reason for going off by herself every day. "Feel free to ask as many questions as you like. I'm here to help," Val said. "I'll be sure and take you up on that." Paris lifted her compact travel bag and made her way to her room on the second floor, conscious as she gripped the polished banister that this was the very house, the very town she'd been reading about ever since she found Martha May's journal last fall in her grandparents' attic. The tag on her key ring read PANSY'S ROOM and as she walked down the hall she saw that each room was named after a woman. Martha May's working girls, she guessed, immortalized in this small way. Pansy's was a corner room with windows on two sides; an armoire took up most of the far wall. The bed had an old iron frame and Paris mischievously wondered if Pansy used to handcuff her gentleman customers to it. A dressing screen occupied one corner near a washstand and basin. Framed needlepoint pictures dotted the walls, which were papered in large pink cabbage roses. Perhaps Pansy had filled her daytime hours with needlework. What had Martha May's life been like here with no family, and no societal respectability? Had her great-great-grandmother been happy, or simply resigned to her life? She'd sounded happy in her journal entries, but she had also been on the cusp of change. Much like Paris. If things had turned out different, Paris would be a married woman today. From the wardrobe she pulled out a nineteenth-century-style gown and held it against herself to view the effect in the cheval mirror, still hardly believing she was really here. Then, dress in hand, she crossed to the open window and leaned out. An ancient tree hugged the side of the house, and its leafy green foliage brushed her arm as she drank in the sight of the huge mountains guarding the town. Somewhere out there a mine was located, not far from the hot springs, mentioned in the journal, and she could hardly wait to hit the trail of clues laid out in the book. Was it too far-fetched to hope that whatever treasure Martha May had hidden, more than a hundred years ago on her way out of town, was still waiting for her to uncover it? Eager to explore, she went downstairs. On Main Street, she was amazed at how Forked Creek appeared untouched by time. What a labor of love the restoration must have been. She ran her hand along a scarred hitching post and envisioned her great-great-grandmother standing in this exact same spot, where raised wooden sidewalks fronted the line of shops with their freshly painted signs and horse-drawn wagons clip-clopped past at a leisurely pace. Paris heard a shout from the far end of the street and saw a crowd had gathered near the livery. She strolled down to join the onlookers outside a split-rail fence, then squeezed forward for a better view of the cowboy who stood inside the corral, a rope in his hand. At the other end of the rope, an extremely skittish-looking mare eyed him warily. While most eyes were drawn to the horse, Paris's gaze was riveted on the man and the way all six-plus denim-clad feet of him exuded power and control. Nut brown leather chaps gloved his long, muscular legs and slapped together as he walked toward the horse. Did any garment better enhance a man's masculinity, the way they emphasized the exposed denim-V of his crotch? Not that he required special clothing to prove that he was every inch a virile male. From fathomless dark eyes beneath winged brows, a square jaw peppered with a day's growth of whiskers, and capable broad shoulders tapering to lean hips, everything about him proclaimed him pure alpha male. Paris sighed as she leaned against the fence and watched him. When he removed his leather gloves and tucked them into his back pocket, her sigh deepened, for he had fabulous hands, big and strong. And judging by the way he handled the horse he certainly knew how to use them. She couldn't pull her gaze from those large, tanned, masculine hands stroking the horse's silky neck. What would those hands feel like caressing her -- sliding slowly up over her hips and waist to finally cup her breasts, as his dark smoldering eyes gazed into hers with desire? Her nipples tightened. He'd slowly unbutton her blouse, drawing out the anticipation one button at a time, finally unveiling her lacy bra. Beads of perspiration dewed her hairline, and her breathing grew shallow. The horse tossed her head and rolled her eyes at the cowboy, letting him know he wasn't going to have his way with her. Not yet. Undaunted, the cowboy continued his soothing caress, and Paris shivered as his gaze met hers. Paris flushed, unable to look away. It was almost as if he could read her thoughts, know her desire. The possibility aroused her further, making the blood pound in her veins. After a long breathless moment, he turned his attention back to the horse. The crowd cheered as he reeled the mare close and flung a saddle on her back. The horse pranced a little, as if she had won the contest, and Paris wondered if the cowboy always singled out someone in the audience to play to. Suddenly feeling in need of a cold drink, Paris headed back down Main Street. The saloon doors swung open on silent hinges and her footsteps rang against the wooden floor as she crossed the room. She leaned against the gleaming mahogany bar and hooked her foot on the brass railing, examining the gleaming liquor bottles lining the shelves behind the bar. Close at hand were heavy brass beer taps. "What'll you have?" asked the burly bartender. "Just a club soda." A deep masculine voice drawled from the doorway, "Tearoom's at the other end of town." Paris slowly turned toward the speaker silhouetted in the doorway. His face was shadowed beneath a black Stetson, and a faded denim jacket clung to his wide shoulders. As he started toward her, brown leather chaps shifted on his hips, emphasizing the triangle of denim sheathing his masculine attributes. Her cowboy. He advanced with a jangle of spurs and the solid tread of well-worn boot heels. Up close he was even more ruggedly good-looking, and his dark eyes hinted at something untamed about their owner. Right now those eyes were frankly bar-coding her. His gaze moved from her eyes to her lips, then dropped to linger on the shadowy cleavage revealed by the scooped neckline of her costume. His X-ray vision breached the exotic lingerie she secretly indulged in and devoured her beneath the clothes. Paris had never felt so achingly, meltingly female as heat tingled from her breasts to her belly. "You're not going to make me drink alone, are you? You look like a chardonnay kind of girl," he drawled. "Doesn't she, Hank?" "Actually, I prefer sauvignon blanc," she said coolly. A half-filled wineglass instantly appeared before her, next to a tumbler of whiskey. His eyes locked to hers, the cowboy clinked his whiskey glass against her wineglass and swallowed. Her gaze followed the long, tanned line of his throat as he drank. They sure didn't grow men like this in Seattle. As Paris took a sip of her wine, the cowboy rested his elbows on the bar. "New to Forked Creek?" "Yes. No. Not really." She'd been reading about this place and envisioning it for months now. Even tried to phone the mayor. He cocked a brow. "You sure?" She cleared her throat. "My great-great-grandmother used to live here." "Really?" he asked, tossing back his drink. "What was her name?" "Martha May Brown. She ran the brothel, and wrote about it in her journal." "So here you are, set to visit the scene of her misadventures?" Paris smiled secretively. "Something like that." "Come on then. I'll show you around." He set his empty glass down on the gleaming bar where it was whi...   Loose Screws  Karen Templeton   Ginger Petrocelli figures things can't get any worse after her fiance, Greg, fails to show up for their wedding. But she's wrong: within a matter of weeks, her boss is murdered and she loses her job at the design firm as a result, and the person she is subletting her apartment from decides to move back to New York, leaving Ginger homeless. The reappearance of Nick, the man she lost her virginity to, only complicates matters. Ginger manages to find a new job and a new apartment, but the new job is far from satisfying, and a fire at her apartment building forces her to do what she's always dreaded: move back home with her mother and her grandmother. Ginger is fighting her growing attraction to Nick, but she's falling for him hard, at least until Greg shows up, full of apologies and wanting a second chance. An inventive and consistently surprising plot as well as a smart and likable heroine set this romance apart from the pack     Sheer Pleasure  Maggie Shayne   Slip into three enticing stories from the USA Today bestselling author. In "Daydream Believer," a clairvoyant haunted by visions of a mysterious stranger finds herself drawn to a lawman with a psychic gift of his own. But it will take more than a glimpse of the future to save her from a killer-it will take the man of her dreams. Though she's the model of modesty, a young entrepreneur is reluctantly transformed into a runway model for her burgeoning lingerie business-so much so that her own roguish boss doesn't even recognize her! And she's about show him that flowers and candy just can't compare to "Leather and Lace." In "Awaiting Moonrise," a professor enters the steamy bayou to find a new species of animal, convinced that her quarry has sparked the rumors of a werewolf in the region. 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