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Sebastian the Alchemist and His Captive

Medieval Captives 1

Lindsay Townsend

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He takes her for hate. Will he keep her for love?

Sebastian, lord of the tower in the northern high lands, is a proud, bitter man with a dark past. An alchemist and a warrior, he has had lovers but knows he is ugly—experience and betrayal have taught him that. When Melissa, the beautiful, neglected daughter of two old enemies, falls into his possessive hands he is determined to hold her. Why?


As one of the detested and defeated Felix family, Melissa must cling to her courage when she is claimed as a war-prize by the tall, grim Sebastian. Expecting torture and ravishment, she finds instead a peace and sanctuary that she has never known. Treated with kindness for the first time in her life, Melissa begins to blossom.


But there are secrets and old betrayals between them. Sebastian’s abiding jealousy is not easily quelled, especially when someone at the tower seeks to destroy his growing love with Melissa…


A BookStrand Mainstream Romance.


STORY EXCERPT:

Sebastian settled back in his chair. He still had many petitions to read and tomorrow he would fight a duel, with mace and daggers, but for the rest of the evening…Yes, he could grant himself the time, the indulgence. Ignoring the dull ache in his lower back, he stretched his long arms above his head.


“Robert.” He spoke quietly to the gangling chestnut-headed squire patrolling by the door. “Send the girl to me. Then get some rest before you fall over.” The youth had only lately recovered from a fever and even in the firelight looked as pale as the falling snow outside.


“I will sleep when you do, my lord.” Robert gave a brief, jerky bow and slipped from the stone chamber, his rapid footsteps fading in the vastness of the tower. Sebastian returned to his reading, making notes on the parchment, listening to the spit of the flames, and waiting. What will she be like? He had only caught a glimpse yesterday, when he had claimed her as his prize. The child of an old enemy and my first, unrequited love. What have her people told her about me?


The door swung open, slowly at first and then in a rush, as if whoever was entering was determined not to be cowed. Headstrong, just like her mother. Amused, Sebastian rested the tip of his writing quill on the tabletop to watch an energetic, vivid figure hasten into the chamber.


“Idonotcarewhatyoudotome, butdonothurtmypeople…”


Sebastian raised the quill and the spate of words instantly stopped. “Closer,” he commanded, when the creature remained still, glancing behind her at the closing door. “Look at me, girl.”


She took a step forward this time, halting exactly in the shadows cast between the torches and firelight so that her face and form remained hidden. Arrogant and stubborn, just like her father. A whip of irritation cracked down his spine.


“Artos, guard,” he ordered the black wolf he had saved as a cub from a hunter’s trap. Artos yawned, stretched himself up from the rug by the fire, and trotted to the threshold. With widening eyes the girl studied the wolf as it began a steady pacing back and forth before the entrance.


“He is not my familiar, if that is what you are thinking.”


“Your shadow, then.” The girl swung round to face him. Her voice was low, cracking a little from nerves or disuse. “He is handsome.”Unlike you. The unspoken words filled the chamber like the apple-wood smoke.


Sebastian pushed back his chair and strode toward his captive, circling his prize as she stood stiffly at attention, her head held perfectly straight, her hands clenched by her sides, half-hidden in her once gaudy, now tattered, green and gold robes. In the shifting alliances of these lush and rugged highlands her kindred had backed the wrong overlord and lost. In the scramble afterward between the northern princelings for booty and lands, Sebastian had been able to take the girl, claim her by right of revenge. Revenge. What a monster she must think me, this dainty youngster, to make her pay for ancient hurts her father wreaked on me, for the old betrayals of her mother. Does she even know that pitiful tale?


He circled her again, sensing her quiver as he loomed. She was a brunette, but there all similarity between them ended. Where he was tall and lean and intense, large-jointed and craggy, precise from years of deliberate, often hard-won control, this tiny girl shimmered like a flame. Where his hair was black, dull and fine as silk, hanging straight to his broad shoulders, hers was the color of brimstone and treacle, long, heavy ropes of shining curling waves, sunset brown shot through with chestnut. Her father’s coloring, and wasn’t Baldwin always aware of his good looks? As for her mother in her—Sebastian halted before the girl and, with a long finger, tipped up her chin, glimpsing a pair of bright brown eyes in a freckled, delicate face. The child shifted, lowering her head in a gesture of apparent submission. The shape of her eyes are the same as Rosemond’s, but not the color. Her mother had blue eyes and gold hair and smiled like a Madonna, all the better to beguile men.


“Like but not like,” Sebastian murmured, releasing his grip and continuing his prowl. The girl was easily a head shorter than himself, small and thin, where Rosemond had been tall and stately. “How old are you?”


“Eighteen.” The bright eyes fixed on his and a spark of heat tingled from his chest to his groin in response. He saw her blush and wondered if she had also sensed the spark. “Eighteen, Sir Sebastian.”


He scowled at her address, disliking the arrogant assumption behind it that only knights had value. Just like her father. “I am no knight, girl, remember that,” he barked. She trembled and he could not decide if that was due to fear or revulsion. Watching the pretty glow drop from her face like a fallen ribbon, he decided it was both.


Irritated and a little ashamed with his behavior, he closed his eyes, desperately trying to entomb his own past within himself. “Who would care for such a lanky thing as you?” His mother had first told him that. “Sallow, dark, possessive,” a previous lover or two had complained, before each one had parted with him due to his jealousy. “An ugly, crook-nosed brute...” Sebastian remembered that description only too clearly, the taunts “ugly” and “crook-nose” following him throughout his service as a page, then squire, before he had turned his back on the cruel, glittering world of chivalry. And who had first called him ugly and crook-nosed? Baldwin of course, this girl’s father, jibing and taunting, bullying and tormenting, setting on him with his friends and cronies, four, five, six against one. Sebastian had stomached that but then worse followed—he had heard Rosemond agreeing with Baldwin, the pair laughing together, laughing at him. After all I did for her and tried to do for her, after I helped her, after I told her I loved her.


Strange after all these years that it should still ache so much, as if an anvil had been hurled into his chest. Fighting the despair, Sebastian growled like Artos and shook his head to clear it. Here he was, aged three and thirty, still re-fighting old battles, old hurts. I am pathetic.


He opened his eyes, relaxing his grip on the quill before he shattered it.

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SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF is 50% OFF at ARe Today!

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NOTE: This book has a guileless elf heroine you can't help but fall in love with, a hunky hero who knows how to come to a girl's - er, elf's - rescue, some serious kissing under the mistletoe and lots of steamy hot romance!

Being one of Santa’s elves isn’t all sugar plums and candy canes.

At least not for Sosie. Taller than the other elves, she’s always had a problem fitting in at the North Pole, so when the transport sled she’s on breaks down in New York City on Christmas Eve, she can’t resist slipping away to explore the world of the “big
people.” While she’s having fun, the transport sled takes off, leaving the naïve elf stranded.

Fortunately, handsome police detective Derek Clayton comes to her rescue, offering to let her stay at his apartment. Having heard horror stories about the big people, Sosie is both surprised and relieved to meet such a kind, sweet man. Not to mention one so gorgeous and well-built.

Even though Sosie expects the North Pole to send out a search party any day, she finds herself falling for Derek. She desperately wants to tell him she’s an elf, but knows he’ll never believe her. When the lies and omissions start to pile up, Derek can draw only one conclusion—Sosie is working for the mob boss he’s been after for
years.

Just when things seem like they can’t get any worse, the chief of elfin security shows up to drag Sosie back to the North Pole. How is a runaway elf supposed to overcome a determined security elf, dangerous mobsters and a suspicious boyfriend all while keeping her pointed ears a secret?

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action, adventure, christmas, christmas romance, cops, elf, fantasy, holiday, interracial, men in uniform, paranormal


Excerpt:
By the time the party wound down a few hours later, Sosie was more aroused from her fantasies than she’d ever been in her life. She was an elf in lust and nothing was going stop her from getting Derek into bed with her tonight. She didn’t care how much of a gentleman he was, there was no way he was sleeping on the couch again. In fact, if she had her way, he wasn’t going to be sleeping at all.

After they got back up to his apartment, however, her confidence faltered. But then she thought of the frustrated night she would assuredly have ahead of her if she didn’t proposition Derek, and how much she would regret it when she left.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him. “I had a great time at the party. It was very nice of you to invite me.”

He grinned. “I’m glad you came. I had a good time, too.”

Sosie nibbled on her lower lip. Okay, it was now or not at all. Time to be a bold elf. She looked up at him. “You know, I feel awful about putting you out of your bed again. I was thinking maybe you might want to sleep with me tonight.”

He studied her in silence, his dark eyes unreadable. Sosie held her breath as she waited for him to say something. What if Tracee and Linda had been wrong? What if Derek wasn’t as “into her” as they’d thought?

“If I share the bed with you, Sosie,” he said softly, “sleeping is the last thing either of us will be doing.”

She gave him what she hoped was a flirtatious look. “Good. Then the mistletoe won’t go to waste.”

His mouth curved into a grin at the tiny sprig of greenery dangling from her fingers. “Mistletoe, huh?”

“I thought I could put it wherever I want you to kiss me.”

He chuckled. “Honey, you don’t need mistletoe for that. I’ve spent the past two hours fantasizing about kissing every inch of you.

Her pulse skipped a beat. “You have?”

“Uh-huh.”

Cupping her face in his hand, he bent his head to cover her mouth with his. This time, there was no hesitancy in the kiss. This time, his mouth moved over hers with an urgency that left her breathless, and she had to cling to his shoulders to keep from melting as his tongue plunged into her mouth to take possession of hers. It was as if he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. The desire was mutual. She couldn’t get enough of him, either.

With a groan, Derek swung her up in his arms and strode toward the bedroom. She’d never had a guy do something so romantic before—mainly because she was always taller than the elf guys she’d slept with—but she decided it was very hot.

Once beside the bed, Derek set her on the floor, letting her slide slowly and deliciously down his body. Arms still looped around his neck, she pulled him down for another kiss. This time, she was the aggressor, her tongue seeking his and exploring every inch of his tasty mouth.

Derek groaned and ran his hands down her back to firmly cup her ass through the tight jeans she wore. She murmured her appreciation against his mouth as he pulled her more tightly against him. His erection strained against his jeans, pressing into her tummy. Mmm. Well, that answered the question as to whether he was well built everywhere. It felt as if he had a huge candy cane hidden in there.

Suddenly impatient to see how well built, Sosie ran her hands down his chest to the bottom of his shirt and urgently pushed it up. Derek must have thought she needed some help because he reached back and pulled it over his head to toss it on the floor.

She’d thought getting a glimpse of him without a shirt last night had been a treat, but seeing all that sculpted muscle up close was even better. Figgy, he was gorgeous.


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Regency comedy GOOSED! OR A FOWL CHRISTMAS is Here!



Goosed! or A Fowl Christmas, the first in my Regency The Feather Fables series, is now available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, Kobo and Apple.

BLURB:

The Feather Fables--where birds twitter and chirp and bring romance.

Ah, Christmas, what a glorious season. Decorations, friends, good will to all, a time of magic and miracles.

But not for Miss Julia Shaw. She is new to the area, her farm desperately needs upkeep, and the pittance she earns from her artwork doesn’t pay the bills. And then her pet goose escapes. Making matters worse, when she first meets the devastatingly attractive Lord Tyndall, the abominable man insults her as he returns her goose. No peace and good will for her this Christmas.

Exhausted from a year of business travel, Robert, Baron Tyndall, returns to London only to fall prey to his mother’s matchmaking attempts. Escaping to his country estate, he finds solace with the birds in his aviary. Except that a plague of a goose that belongs to his new neighbor, Miss Shaw, has somehow entered his aviary and wreaked havoc. That disagreeable lady had better keep her misbegotten bird to herself. Too bad she is so lovely. What a horrendous Christmas this season has become.

But even in the blackest depths, a spark of light can glimmer. For at this wondrous time of Christmas, miracles and magic can and do happen.

A sweet, traditional Regency romance with fantasy elements. 61,000 words.

EXCERPT:
What was that infernal din? Catching up her shawl, Julia dashed down the stairs and then out through the front door. Winding her shawl around her, she rounded the house and almost slammed into an unfamiliar gig.

The vehicle blocked her view of the goose pen, from which the honking emanated. But no one was there—her pet goose had run off. She ran around the conveyance and stopped dead.

Her pet had returned! Flapping, honking and biting, the flying goose—He could fly? She had never before seen him do so—attacked a large, stylishly dressed gentleman.

The man, his arms high to protect his head, flailed at the goose. His back was to her, his upended hat lay in the dirt and white feathers covered his black greatcoat. He swore. Loudly.

Julia’s ears burned. “Do not hurt my goose, sir!”

The man batted at the goose again and turned toward her.

Julia gasped. He was the man on the road a few days ago. His dark eyes blazed, his brown hair was mussed, and his sharp cheekbones had flushed from the effort of warding off the goose.

Her pulse raced. He had looked handsome at a distance. Up close, he was magnificent. Tingles raced over her skin.

“This spawn of Satan is your property, madam?” He jerked his head back from the goose’s open bill as the bird dove in for a bite.

“He is, sir, and you will not harm him!” She jumped between the man and the goose.

The goose, breathing heavily, plopped to the ground. Eyes afire, he angled his head around her. He hissed at the man.

“Gracious, what is the matter?” She stroked the goose’s head.

The bird went limp, as if he had been pumped full of air and all the gas suddenly escaped.

She tipped her head back to glare up at the man. Good gracious, he was tall. “He has never acted this way before. What have you done to him?”

The man’s jaw dropped. “I? This feathered blackguard has tried to bite me ever since I saw him. And just now he attacked me.” He scowled at the goose. “If he is your property, you are welcome to him.”



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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Thank you all,
Linda
Linda Banche
Welcome to My world of Historical Hilarity!
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Have Yourself a Sexy Lesbian Christmas!

Is your holiday lacking lesbian cheer? Have you been craving seasonal sensuality since your neighbours erected a ten-foot inflatable Santa? Then this is the mini-anthology for you!

What’s inside? Three fan favourites plus a brand new meet-cute holiday hotmance Giselle wrote exclusively for this lovely little collection. No more digging around under the tree, hoping to unwrap the woman of your dreams. She’s right here, in Have Yourself a Sexy Lesbian Christmas!

Contains: Sugar Bush, Full to Bursting, Traditional Inuit Throat-Singing and NEW BONUS STORY Love It or Love It!

Giselle Renarde’s erotic fiction has appeared in well over 100 anthologies, including prestigious collections like Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Lesbian Romance, Best Women’s Erotica, Girl Fever, and the Lambda Award-winning collection Wild Girls, Wild Nights.

Excerpt:

“What do you want for Christmas?”

“Ugh. Nothing. I don’t know.” Lili flopped on the couch, sending clouds of cat hair into the air. Snuggie jumped on top of her and started kneading her belly. Petting his ginger neck, she asked, “Do we really need to celebrate Christmas every year? I’m just about done with holidays. What a waste of time.”

I took two steps away to show her I was literally taken aback. “You’re kidding, right?”

“And money,” she added. “Christmastime is such a drain. I don’t see what you get out of it, Nor.”

“You mean beyond the fact that if it wasn’t for the mad, frantic Christmastime mentality we’d never have met?”

A smile broke slowly across Lili’s lips. “True.”

She didn’t say anything as Snuggie made her belly his own personal cat bed. When she closed her eyes I knew she was remembering the day we met, remembering the way we met. So I turned up the Christmas music on the radio and I lifted her shoes from her feet and sat at the end of the couch to rub her ice-cold toes.

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COUGAR'S EVE

Trish has big plans for New Year’s Eve: a giant bowl of popcorn, a nice warm blanket on the couch, and binge-watching TV all night long. With any luck, she’ll be fast asleep when the clock strikes twelve.

Not if her vivacious friend from the gym gets a say! Lori has salacious plans, and she’s persuaded Trish to join the party—even if it takes a touch of trickery to get Trish out of the house.

Trish isn’t exactly overjoyed when Lori drags her to the Cougar’s Eve New Year’s party at a swanky resort hotel. Trish is definitely NOT a cougar. In fact, she hasn’t been to bed with anyone since her husband split, and that was years ago.

When the hotel’s gorgeous young receptionist teaches Trish a few tricks, she can’t help wondering if Lori’s had the right idea all along. One night living the cougar life couldn’t ruin her forever… could it?

An erotic novella from award-winning author Giselle Renarde.

Excerpt:

“It’s just one night,” Lori said. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“You really want to drive all the way to the city for New Year’s Eve?” Trish asked. “Have you listened to the weather report?”

“Yeah, not a snowflake in sight. Perfect time to drive.”

Trish didn’t even want to think about it. She’d just microwaved a big bowl of popcorn and nestled in on the couch. Sure it was only two in the afternoon, but what better time for a snooze in front of the TV?

“It’s supposed to be cold.” Trish shivered just thinking about it, and the phone slid from her shoulder into the buttery bowl. Once she’d fished it out, she pressed the speaker button and set the greasy cordless beside her. “You really want to go out in that blustery wilds of winter?”

“Who cares what it’s like outside?” Lori said. “We’ll be indoors the whole time.”

“Indoors?” Trish had envisioned them bundled up in a crowd somewhere, ringing in the new year at a family-friendly event. What a stupid thought. Lori would never take them anywhere that didn’t provide unhealthy doses of alcohol. “Where exactly are you planning to go?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

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Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women’s Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

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HOT Excerpt

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“You little hellcat.” His tone was low; the words ground out between his teeth. Chase’s hand encircled her arm, and he jerked her back to him. “You almost blind me with that stuff, and now you expect me to replace it?” He pulled Lacey even closer, until her breasts were crushed against his unyielding, naked chest. His hands were like steel bands around the flesh of her upper arms.
Something hot flowed through her aroused body, pooling between her thighs. The palms of her hands flattened against his chest; the lower half of her body arched into his as lust took control of her emotions. Fear that Chase would realize what he was doing to her nearly crippled her.She caught her breath, her heart slamming in her chest. The heat from Chase’s body seeped into hers, drawing an immediate response. Lacey felt her nipples harden and tingle with excitement.
“Let me go.” Oh God. Was that her weak, pitiful voice?
Without warning, Chase’s hand was at the back of her head, his fingers threading through her loose hair and twisting it into a knot. A soft cry escaped Lacey when she found her head jerked back. Lightning revealed the raw passion etched on Chase’s chiseled face. The flaring nostrils, his prominent cheekbones, and tightly drawn lips left no doubts that he was as turned on as she was. The blaze in his eyes held Lacey’s gaze captive. Filled with an unspoken promise of what was to come. She could barely take a breath when he began to lower his face.
“I’ve been hard since the first time I laid eyes on you.” She felt his warm breath against her face.
“No…” Lacey’s heart was about to pound out of her chest. She should fight him, assert herself, and knee him in the groin. Something! She didn’t want this, did she? She opened her mouth to protest when he thrust his hips against her. Oh God!
“Yes!” His hoarse whisper held a hint of savageness to it, and before Lacey could do any of the things she was thinking, Chase’s mouth swooped down to steal her breath away with a scorching kiss.
She stiffened, but it didn’t last. He didn’t fight fair. While one hand held her head so he could kiss her at will, the other glided down Lacey’s back and over her bottom, squeezing a half-naked cheek while grinding his hard-on into her. A sob rose in her throat when she realized she was responding to his sexual attack and the forceful persuasion of his mouth.
“Chase,” she whispered when his mouth left hers to rain kisses down her throat. She closed her eyes and moaned, growing weak in the knees. “No…”
“No, don’t kiss you?” His lips brushed the curve of her jaw. “No, don’t touch you?” His mouth moved on to tease the flesh of her neck. Lacey trembled wildly. “No, don’t make love to you?”
Before Lacey realized his intention, he tugged at the spaghetti strap of her camisole and pulled it down until her breast was bare. The sound that escaped him left no doubt that he was close to the end of his limit. He cupped her flesh and pulled it up at the same time, lowering his head until his mouth was on her.

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It's Release Day! HER SECRET AGENT, a FREE X-OPS Novella!

It's release day!

I’m so excited to announce that HER SECRET AGENT, a FREE X-OPS Novella from Sourcebooks is available!

The story takes place in 2003 when the Department of Covert Operations (DCO) was still new. The hero is John Loughlin, the Director of the DCO, and the heroine is a beautiful shifter he's trying to recruit for the organization named Cree Forest. It’s a sexy action-packed story that gives readers inside info on the DCO, as well as gives them the skinny on some very important stuff that the other characters in the novels aren’t privy to…yet. So, yeah, there are lots of OMG moments ahead for the X-OPS crew.

If you haven’t read the X-OPS Series yet, this is the perfect book to start with!


If you’ve already read and love the X-OPS Series, this is the perfect companion novella to tide you over until Book 3 (HER WILD HERO) releases!




Blurb:

See How the Department of Covert Operations Got Started!
John Loughlin, Director of the Department of Covert Ops, is in New York City on a recruiting mission. Cree Forest is a clever fox shifter-and very foxy. John is keen to hire her brilliant mind onto his team.

But Cree isn't what she seems. Just as John has been watching her, Cree has been spying on him. Now John is getting too close-both professionally and personally. On opposite sides of a lethal game, can they trust each other with their hearts?


Excerpt:

Cree abruptly realized that while she'd been busy gathering wool, John was sitting there apparently content to watch her sip coffee. That was another thing she liked about him. He didn’t seem to have the urge to fill every moment of silence with unnecessary talk. That casual, confident way of his made her wonder what kind of lover he’d be. A very good one, she was sure.

She forced herself to focus on something else in a useless attempt to get that all-too-vivid image out of her head.

“How did you figure out I was special?” she asked, refusing to use any of the crappy titles his organization seemed obsessed with applying to her kind. “Does the DCO have a big team of experts who pore over hours and hours of videos and records, looking for signs and tells?”

John shook his head, a small smile curving his lips. “Not really. We still don't know enough about shifters for that to be possible.”

“How did you spot me then?”

Her boss had told her to make sure the DCO noticed her, but it would still be nice to know exactly what they’d keyed in on.

John shrugged. “With some shifters, there are physical and behavioral traits that give them away—overt demonstrations of strength and speed, aggressive or over-confident attitude. But in your case, it was more subtle and harder to put into words. It was just a sense I got from watching all the surveillance video. The way you move through a crowd like a graceful animal, the way you lift your nose just a bit like you're testing the breeze for a scent, the way you constantly scan the restaurant when you're eating. It all told me you were special.”

Huh. She had no idea she even did those things, but those were damn subtle signs. “It sounds like you and your team spent a lot of hours watching those videos to pick up all those things?”

He gave her a lazy smile. “No team—just me. And yes, I spent a lot of hours watching you.”

The idea that John had sat in front of a TV or computer monitor for hours on end gazing at her so intently that he'd been able to pick up the details he had should have creeped her out. But it didn't. In fact, it was sort of a turn-on.

“So you're saying the DCO didn't peg me as a shifter—you did?”

He nodded. “But no one there knows yet. I haven't told them. I thought it best to find out if you were interested before saying anything. Right now, the few who are aware of you think you're simply a potential operative of the boring, everyday human variety.”

A grin tugged at her lips—he had a way of making her smile. But what could she say? This mission was turning out to be more fun than she'd ever imagined. And the fact that John was the only one who knew about her secret was like extra frosting on an already well-iced cake.

“Are you interested?” he asked again.

That was a loaded question if she ever heard one. She felt a warm rush suffuse her belly. “I'm very interested.”

“Excellent.” He grinned. “Does that mean you’re joining the DCO?”

She laughed. “I didn’t say that.”

He frowned. “But you just said you were interested.”

She leaned forward in her chair and fixed him with a sexy look, letting a little yellow-glow flash in her eyes. “I didn't say I was interested in the DCO. When I said I was interested, I meant in you.”

He tilted his head to the side, giving her an appraising look that sent the rush of heat she’d felt earlier to pool between her thighs. “I can work with that.”


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Our Taboo Secret: Illicit Erotica from Five Forbidden Authors

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Five of today’s naughtiest erotica writers have teamed up to bring you a collection of taboo tales sure to get your pulse racing!

Whether you’re a fan of illicit erotica or you’ve never read the genre, this box set is a must-have! Not only does it include fan favourites by Terry Towers, Candi Cade and Saffron Daughter, but it also features BRAND NEW, never-before-published erotic fiction by Giselle Renarde and Lexi Wood.

We’d love to tell you more, but it’s our taboo secret. Take a peek inside if you’re so curious...

Over 30,000 words of scandalous seductions to tickle your forbidden fancy!

Excerpt from Leashed by my Brother by Saffron Daughter

We meet in downtown Melbourne, two invisible people lost in the bobbing throng on a Friday night. Except I know you. I know you very well. You’re my step-brother. We grew up together. I’ve known you for my whole life. You were adopted first, when our parents thought they couldn’t conceive. But then they could, and I was born second.

We’ve always been close, you and I. Like best friends, we spent all our time together. You’re five years my senior. I’ve always looked up to you. I’ve always felt safe with you. I love you.

But… but what we do isn’t right. In fact, it’s wrong. So wrong. It’s taboo. We can’t say anything, we can never let anyone know, but you like to flaunt it. You’re like that. I’ve always liked that about you.

We go on dates. Regular dates. We go out in public, and we do things. We do things we shouldn’t. What if somebody were to see us? What if they were to recognize us? But you so love to take risks. You love the energy, and I love the way you feel when the energy is thrilling through you, and when I’m on the receiving end, taking that energy from you.

Tonight is one of our date nights.

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Excerpt - PG - Sweet Somethings

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My First Christmas as a Married Man’s Mistress



Giselle knows how hard it is to find a good Christmas gift for a married man. She wants to give him everything, but where would he put it? Sometimes the best place to hide a secret is in plain sight…

“This is not just one story, but many stories, many little fictions fastened together by a larger tale of forbidden love. While the little fictions are just that—thrilling narratives I wrote one Christmas as a special gift for my lover—the larger fiction is true. It is the tale of my lover’s gift to me, mine to him, and the gift we shared between us.”

Originally published as A Mistress’ Christmas, My First Christmas as a Married Man’s Mistress is a strange and dreamy holiday trip through one young woman’s illicit love affair.



Excerpt:
If you’ve ever fallen in love with a married man, you know gift-giving elicits a feeling of defeat, of anxiety, even.  It’s Christmastime, evergreen trees for sale in every parking lot, the city lit by those precious little fairy-bulbs, and you want to give him something—you want to give him everything!—but you can’t.  You simply can’t.  Where would he put it?

Books can hide in offices, but books are the most impersonal of gifts.  I was restricted, restrained, by our wretched situation, and it grated on my nerves every time Winston said, “I don’t need things; I have you.  You give me all I want.”

And it was true, of course, that he could afford to buy himself anything he desired, but that was hardly the point.

“I want to be able to give you something,” I told him.  “Some little object that you can look at and, when you do, your heart is warmed.  You’ll see it on your desk or your bookshelf and think, ‘Ah yes, that was a gift from ma belle Giselle.’”

Winston scratched the dark hairs of his chin in contemplation.  He was assessing me, of course.  “You’re concerned I don’t spend enough time thinking about you, and, by extension, that I don’t care for you.  Is that it?”

I pouted, hoping there was a lingering tease to my voice.  “You know, I’d like to chastise you for psychoanalysing me, but how can I when you’re always right?”

He placated me by saying, “I’m just compensating for all the years before I knew you, when I got pretty much everything wrong.”

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