Jewels of Desire & Butterfly's Effect

Now available from Phaze - Binary Stars 6: Jewels of Desire by D Musgrave and Butterfly's Effect by Michelle Houston

All work and no play? Not in their offices.

Elaine's relationship with her office assistant went from a normal friendship to lovers, and they are both struggling to find the balance between their professional and personal lives together. Steve wants to take things public, but Elaine is worried about possible complications. So he decides to show her who's boss, with a little help from her submissive nature and a sexy new toy in Michelle Houston's "Butterfly's Effect."

In D Musgrave's "Jewels of Desire," Sabrina receives a special set of intimate jewelry. Intrigued by the possibilities, she decides to wear it to work. Can she maintain her composure while fighting the urge to give in to the desires the jewelry inspires?

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Now available from Phaze!
11,500 words

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Excerpt from Jewels of Desire:

Sabrina smiled as she stared up toward the ceiling in the darkness. Never in her wildest, most fanciful dreams would she have imagined she’d have the nerve to do what she'd done that day. That knowing smile became a soft chuckle as she recalled the events.

What was she so happy about? The fact that she'd spent the entire day wearing a special form of intimate jewelry. The type you don't show off, even to your closest confidants.

It was a gift from her new lover. A man who she'd only known for a few weeks, but in that time had opened up a whole world of possibilities she'd been afraid to see. Because of Jack, her sexual horizons had broadened further than they had ever been before. She believed that nothing she fantasized about was unobtainable.

Most recently was the clit clip Jack had found at a biker rally and presented to her. She'd originally assumed it was for her to wear around the apartment as an addition to their game play. She couldn't have been more wrong.

Sabrina had never considered herself that adventurous. Certainly not enough to do what she'd just spent the day doing—wearing a clit clip to work. But that's just what happened.

Recalling how the day began, Sabrina closed her eyes and pictured herself crawling out of bed after a late night at Jack’s. They seldom slept much when they were together, and she usually paid for it the next day with constant sleep attacks.

Jack had already left for work and she was alone in his house. She stumbled into the shower, hoping the cascading water would pull her out of the heavy-eyed fog. All she could think of was the night before, and how Jack had reacted with surprise at her joy at receiving the jewelry and willingness slip it on; to be honest she shocked herself.

She remembered standing in the shower as her body responded to the memories of the previous night's play. Her rose-pink nipples harden, feeling the all too familiar percolation begin between her thighs. She struggled to keep her hands from lingering longer than necessary over her recently awakened erogenous zones, while she showered. The urge to delve into her body and bring myself off grew into a tormenting desire.

Somehow, she'd managed to keep her fingers focused on the utilitarian task of washing. She rinsed the bubbles off her charged skin, trying to push away the thoughts of how good it would feel to use the handheld shower head to do more than remove the soap bubbles. With a forced effort, she shut off the shower and grabbed the towel hanging on the curtain rod.

As she dried off, the soft, yet coarse texture of the towel dragging across her sensitive flesh, she remembered the clit clip and how it excited Jack to see her wearing it.

Absentmindedly, her fingers glided over her mound, spreading her sensitive labia open. Her middle finger found the hooded clitoris and she gently touched the nerve center of her sex. She sagged back against the wall of the shower and gasped from the sudden rise of sexual hunger. It was as if her finger knew precisely where and how to touch to bring forth the most excitement. Within seconds, she was teetering on the edge of rushing headlong into a convulsive orgasm, when a voice from the back of her mind spoke to her, 'Sabrina, wear the clip today.'

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JACK (Red, Hot & Blue, Book 2)

by Cat Johnson
a contemporary military romance from Samhain Publishing
ISBN 978-1-60928-160-1
eBook Release August 31, 2010

The best way to heal a broken heart is to jump right back on the horse. So to speak…
Red, Hot & Blue, Book 2
After watching the girl he’s crushed on for years fall for his best friend, the last thing special operative Jack Gordon wants is a vacation. If cooling his heels doesn’t drive him crazy, doing it under his family’s scrutiny will.
But once he’s back home things get more than a little interesting. The new farm hand is cute, sexy—and his instincts tell him she’s got something to hide. Luckily, he’s got the skills and the backup to find out what.
Gordon Equine is the perfect place for Niccolina Campolini. The Gordons pay in room, board and cash. And they don’t ask questions. Perfect for a girl on the run…until Jack shows up. Sexy as hell and far too inquisitive, Jack strikes sparks and suspicions that put both her body and her heart in danger.
Jack knows better than to trust a woman with as many shadows as Nicki, but the heat waves of their attraction are messing with his focus. And when her secrets catch up with her, he’s not sure if he’s protecting her from something, or protecting his family from her…
This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.
Warning: This book contains extremely stupid gangsters bearing guns, a bored team of special operatives looking for some action, and one Southern gentleman guaranteed to charm your panties off.
Enjoy this PG 13 excerpt from JACK:
It was hot. Not just normal hot like it got at home in New York in the summer, but beastly, sauna kind of hot. Nicki breathed out, but her own breath even seemed to raise the temperature.
She leaned against a fence in the shade and wiped the back of her hand over her forehead, ignoring the fact that she’d probably just left a lovely dirt streak there.
“How’re you doing?”
Speaking of hot… Jack had managed to sneak up without her hearing him once again. It’s like the guy walked on air.
“It’s hot,” she complained bad-naturedly.
Jack laughed. “Oh, darlin’, by the calendar it’s not even summer yet. What’re you going to do then?”
“Die. Or get a job in the frozen-food section of the food store in town.”
He shook his head vigorously. “Nope. I can’t let you do that. Jared would kill me if I let you quit over a little heat.”
“A little heat?” She stared at him in shock over that understatement. He didn’t look uncomfortably warm at all. Thin blood, she decided.
He reached out and grabbed her hand. “Come on. I know how to cool you off.”
“Where are we going?” It’s not that she didn’t trust him. Over the last few days, they’d settled on a kind of unspoken truce. He’d stopped with the questions, and she’d stopped avoiding him. But since this heat wave had hit overnight, she honestly was too hot to move. “Is it far?”
He laughed again. “You’re not going to melt from the heat. I promise.”
They crossed the field beneath the brutally hot sun until they were beneath the shade of a stand of trees. She was happy to be out of the heat of the sun again and even happier when they broke out through the trees and she spotted Jack’s destination. He stopped in front of a big, beautiful, and most importantly cool-looking pond shaded by a giant willow tree.
She took another step forward. “It’s like heaven.”
He smiled down at her. “And it’s fed by an underground spring, so it’s always cold.”
That information nearly sent her running into the water fully clothed. She turned to thank him when she noticed Jack stripping off his shirt while kicking off his barn boots.
“I don’t have a suit on.”
He grinned. “Neither do I, but don’t worry. We’re not formal around here, darlin’.”
“You mean…” Surely, he didn’t intend to jump in naked. Did he?
He paused with his hand on the top button of his jeans and looked at her strangely. “Don’t tell me you’ve never been skinny dipping before?”
“Okay, I won’t tell you.” She kicked at the dirt self-consciously and tried not to look at how the sun glinted off the sheen of sweat on his bare chest. She swallowed hard and forced her gaze back up to his face.
He paused, then bent and retrieved his discarded shirt and boots. “That’s fine. I’ll give you some privacy.” He turned back toward the way they’d come when she put one hand on his arm and stopped him.
“No. That’s not fair. You’re just as uncomfortable as I am.” She hesitated. “So, you do this a lot? Skinny dip?”
“I was swimming in this pond naked before I could walk.”
“But with girls?”
He shrugged. “Just another rite of passage. It’s really not a big deal around here. Now going to the local drive-in for a first date with a girl,that’s a big deal.”
She looked wistfully at the water and could practically feel it against her skin, cooling her right down to the core.
He smiled. “Good for you, darlin’. You really haven’t lived ’til you’ve jumped into a cool pond on a hot day.”
She kicked off her own incredibly hot rubber mucking boots and paused with her hands on her jean’s button as Jack pulled his pants off. While she stood frozen in shock, he was before her in nothing but his boxers. “Um, Jack?”
He raised a brow. “Yeah?”
“You are a gentleman, aren’t you?”
He laughed, a sound that started deep in his chest and kind of bubbled out. “Darlin’, I’m southern.” And with that he pulled off the boxers and she got quite a view of his white ass cheeks as he ran for the pond.


 Don’t miss TREY (Red, Hot & Blue, Book 1) available now, and JIMMY (Red, Hot & Blue, Book 3) coming October 2010.

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The MMFF Menage Story that Just Won't Quit!

That's right! THE BIRTHDAY GIFT by Giselle Renarde just won't quit being popular! Many e-books enjoy a burst of popularity when they first hit the market, and then sales and awareness dwindle. THE BIRTHDAY GIFT is different. Even after a few fine years on the e-book market, it's as much in demand as ever!

Why do readers enjoy THE BIRTHDAY GIFT ? One reader told me "it has something for everyone" because, as an MMFF menage story, there's gay male, lesbian, and hetero naughtiness. Another reader calls THE BIRTHDAY GIFT "A Must Read!" Me? I like the surprise ending. I go for that sort of thing. Oh, and the cover is g-g-g-gorgeous!

What's it all about? Read on :-)

Meredith is a cake-baking, apron-wearing small-town Canadian mom. Her
guiding principle in life is, “What would June Cleaver do?” That is,
until a curious set of circumstances cause her to crash an outdoor
gathering where she stumbles upon a pair of delicious hunks getting a
little hands-on with each other. Surely June Cleaver would have headed
for the hills at the sight! Not Meredith. This relaxed get-together
really heats up when one man’s wife appears on the scene… and encourages
Meredith to join in.

Whew! Hot stuff! But the story’s not over yet. There’s still the
tropical vacation, the confinement in foreign prison, the trial for
freedom… and, hey, where’s Meredith’s husband in all this? It is his birthday, after all…

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Intriguing, right? Well, it would be rude of me not to share a spicy excerpt, so here's a XXX tidbit for those of us who love the image of two built guys getting frisky:

Excerpt from THE BIRTHDAY GIFT by Giselle Renarde

As Meredith drew her lids open, her heart nearly stopped. On a built-in bench at the opposite end of the isolated deck sat Richard and Ash. No clothes. Two men—two strangers—naked in Joyce’s backyard. A flutter of nervous excitement turned Meredith’s body into a battlefield. Leave! No, stay. Watch! No, go.

But how could she leave when, just a stone’s throw across the deck, Richard’s hard cock surged toward the well-defined muscles of his tight stomach? A tingling sensation culminated at the summit of Meredith’s lower lips when Ash reached over to stroke Richard’s rigid cock. Was this an unwelcome act? Apparently not! Richard’s magnificent hairless chest glimmered with sweat as he swept a hand across Ash’s brawny thigh. Close your mouth, young lady! You’ll catch flies.

This must have been a common occurrence, because Joyce didn’t seem surprised in the least. Meredith tried to be unnerved, offended, angered, upset by the men’s behavior, but it was impossible. Two gorgeous men lying side-by-side in the summer sun and stroking each others’ rigid shafts? June Cleaver would have been long gone by now, but Meredith was in awe of the men’s breathtaking bodies, of their surging muscles, of their cocks sparkling with pre-cum. This was the single sexiest image she’d ever seen. Richard and Ash didn’t seem to mind her being there, so what was the harm in watching?

A white hand firmly took hold of a thick brown cock while a brown hand slowly jerked off the large white rod. This act ought to be the new symbol of international peace and brotherhood. Two masculine males pumping each others’ stiff rods was far more stimulating than a simple black hand shaking a white hand. A warm tingling sensation took over Meredith’s body.

She clutched her fruit platter for fear she’d drop it and send porcelain and mango flying. Maintain a safe distance.
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Maybe you've read THE BIRTHDAY GIFT already. If you haven't, why not pick up a copy? You can buy THE BIRTHDAY GIFT from eXcessica Publishing , All Romance e-books , Amazon , or any respected e-book retailer!


Giselle Renarde

Canada just got hotter!

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A back to school special...a professor, erotica, and...

Jane Renard is a college professor...and a secret author of erotica. Look what happens to her when Marcus Sloan comes into her life to help her solve a mystery -- Jane gets some first-hand knowledge to help spice up her novels!

Then Marcus looked at me again. I had the feeling he knew I was attempting to avoid revealing anything more. The man was too perceptive by half. “And your late husband? The thing you need to see Sam about?”

I hesitated. “I feel I need to try to explain about Toby.”

He nodded. His white hair was standing up in little spikes from the sweat. He obviously hadn’t shaved yet for the day because his cheeks were heavily stubbled. I had a hard time not staring at him as I talked.

“When Toby left me, I was so ashamed. I didn’t want to tell anybody. My brother Robbie knew something was amiss, though. I was in Pittsburgh by then, teaching at Westmoreland. He’d taken a job in New York, but he came out to see me. I told him all about...”

I stopped myself in time. I almost revealed my Big Secret. How did Marcus Sloan do it? I barely knew him and I almost unveiled the biggest secret in my life. I backpedaled.

“After Toby was gone for two years, I could legally file for divorce in Pennsylvania, where I lived. I did so, receiving what appeared to be quite legal documents in return, which stated my divorce was final. I didn’ I handled it all myself. My parents had warned me against marrying him in the first place and I wanted to show how independent I was by handling the mess I made of my life.” I blew out a long sigh.

He smiled. I noticed for the first time he had a little scar running along the side of his face and onto his chin. It rippled when he smiled. “I know how that goes.”

“Robbie tried to find Toby, but he’d vanished. It was Robbie who told the family what happened.” I sipped my coffee. “I have a very large, extended family so everyone had to get involved. My uncle Phil, my cousin Petros, my uncle Vanya, my dad Walt—all the male relatives wanted to track down Toby and make him ‘do the right thing’.” I laughed shakily. “I wasn’t sure I wanted Toby back, though. So I filed the papers.”

I paused to order my thoughts and Sloan didn’t pressure me. He just waited. It was very soothing. I struggled to make him understand without making it look as though I was hoping for a reassuring compliment. “I’ve always known I’m not the type of woman—” I stopped and started again. “I don’t make men—” I stopped again. “I mean, I’m not terribly sexy. Toby was very sexy and sophisticated. When he paid attention to me, I was so flattered. And I was unsure about my future. I was starting a new job, but wasn’t sure if it was the right career path for me. Toby lied to me. He told me he’d be deported unless I helped him. He told me he was here on a graduate student visa and...” I looked at Sloan, expecting to see pity at my stupidity.

Instead I saw compassion. It gave me the courage to continue. “Then, a few days after we got married I found he was sleeping around. Maggie—you met her? She saw him with another woman. I confronted Toby about it but he just laughed it off.” I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at my curls in agitation. “It mattered a lot to me. I trusted him.”

“I can understand how that must have made you feel,” Sloan said quietly. “You trusted him and he threw it in your face.”

I looked into his eyes but didn’t see a hint of condescension or laughter at my naiveté. This was a man who understood trust and the converse of that—violated trust.

I believe it was at that moment that I decided to convince Marcus Sloan to introduce my virgin body to the joys of sex.

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Maximum Exposure by Jude Mason and Jenna Byrnes

A secret pleasure denied could be the end for long time lovers Rob and Max, or will mistrust do it first?

Rob Jenkins is worried. The relationship he's been in for six years has become a little stale and not very intimate. He loves Max more than anything, but the man's sexual fetish of 'doing things' in public never interested him.

While Max is away at a two-week business conference, Rob concludes that in order to save their relationship, he needs to make some choices. He surprises Max with a weekend visit and the offer to play a 'game'. Will the sexy scenarios be enough, or will they merely expose the flaws in their relationship?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of male/male intimacy and exhibitionism.

Publisher's Note: This story has been previously released as part of the Friction anthology by Total-E-Bound

"I can’t say enough about the style Byrnes and Mason bring to each and every book they do together." ~ Erotic Horizon Reviews

More information or purchase here

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Cool off with a winter story by J L Wilson

Hi there: J L Wilson here. Seems like I write a lot of winter mysteries. But hey -- I live in Minnesota. Maybe that's why?

Here's one you might enjoy featuring a woman's whose past catches up to her... She's enlisted the help of Harry Mortonson, retired Sheriff and it almost costs Harry his life...

It was his defensive driving and his police training that saved his life. Harry glanced in the mirror and saw the brown pickup behind him. It wasn’t a four-wheel-drive, which raised a red flag in his mind immediately. Most pickups in Minnesota were four-bys. Because they were driving due north, the sun was on his right side. And because they were on the bridge there were no obstructions to hinder the sunlight. Harry caught a glimpse of an intent male face, brownish-gold hair and a gun balanced on top of the steering wheel, aimed at him.

He pulled his Glock out of his shoulder holster, setting it on the seat next to him. Then he tugged out his mobile phone, opened it and set it beside the Glock. He looked to the right and saw heavy construction equipment. On his left was a green minivan. Ahead of him a small white Honda was slowing down as the traffic neared the lower-speed zone. Harry glanced in the rear view mirror, seeing the man and the gun.

Donaldson. The sun illuminated the face just enough so Harry could identify him. He focused on the road. It widened to three lanes ahead, but only briefly because the far right lane started as an on-ramp, ending as an off-ramp. Traffic was always faster there as cars jockeyed for position merging on and off the road.

Harry stayed in the now-center lane, glancing at the brown pickup truck behind him as the man maneuvered into the far right lane. Harry had expected it. He picked up his phone and punched the panic button. When the 911 operator came on, he said, “Shots fired, I-35E, near Randolph exit. Shooter is in a brown pickup truck, two-wheel drive, white side stripe.”

Every ramp had traffic cameras positioned overhead. Harry was hoping they’d get a clear shot of the license plate. That would give the State Patrol the head start they’d need to catch Donaldson. Harry closed the phone and put his hand over the Glock on the seat next to him.

He glanced to his right. Donaldson’s left arm was raised, grasping the steering wheel. Then Harry saw the gun, nestled in the crook of Donaldson’s left arm, held by the right hand. Donaldson’s driver’s side window was rolled down. Harry looked around. Traffic was moving smoothly and there were no bright taillights in sight. He picked up the Glock and leveled it at Donaldson, his hand steady. Then he punched the button for the window control and his passenger window rolled down.

Donaldson’s eyes widened when he saw Harry was armed. Harry was counting on it. Harry’s finger tightened on the Glock’s trigger and Donaldson suddenly sped up, the brown pickup shooting ahead of Harry’s truck. Harry managed to change lanes and get behind Donaldson.

Then Donaldson switched lanes again and suddenly the brown pickup was on Harry’s left. Harry had to set the Glock down to manipulate the buttons for the windows. He started to lower his driver’s side window when a bullet shattered the small window on his truck’s extended cab back seat. He instinctively ducked as fragments showered around him and his truck wobbled on the snowy road surface. Harry tapped the brakes as he groped for his gun even though he knew he couldn’t respond with gunfire. If he did hit Donaldson’s truck, it would cause such a massive traffic accident people would inevitably be injured. He raised the gun anyway, though, and turned his head.

Donaldson drove with his left hand on the wheel and the gun pointed straight out the shattered passenger window on the brown pickup truck, right at Harry. Harry slowed his truck and Donaldson slowed too, the gun never wavering. Harry raised his eyes and for a split second stared into Donaldson’s face. The eyes were cold and hard. His face looked carved from ice and was so dispassionate Harry wondered if he was even alive.

Donaldson’s finger tightened on the trigger as he took his foot off the gas, letting his pickup truck slow. Then Harry tapped his brakes again and suddenly the brown pickup was ahead of him on the left. Harry tapped his brakes again, hearing sirens in the distance—lots of sirens. The shoulders of the roads here were big enough to accommodate a bus during rush hour and Harry had no doubt it could handle a few squad cars.

Taillights flared on the cars in front of him. Harry put on his right turn signal, inching his way into the off-ramp lane. Donaldson was in the far left lane, hemmed in by cars with no way to get out. Traffic was slowing as the sirens sounded ahead and behind. Harry managed to get into the exit lane just as a patrol car came up on the far left shoulder. He caught a glimpse of Donaldson’s brown pickup jumping into the shoulder lane and speeding off.

Harry stopped at the top of the off-ramp and looked down at the interstate, clogged with cars. He realized it was cold in his truck. He rolled up the windows, then frowned at the missing back rear window. “Shit. One more errand to run today.”

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Now available in a paper edition at Amazon!

They say Thomas Hillyer, a wizard, is in league with the Devil and that the white buck roaming his estate hypnotizes people and steals their souls. Molly is a fugitive, wanted for a crime she did not commit. Seeing a want ad for a secretary in a sleepy town, she sets off for White Buck Hall but ignores the warning about the albino stag who lurks in the woods. When she meets him on the forest path, her life is forever changed.

Except from The Fiend of White Buck Hall
by Penelope Marzec
Published by New Concepts Publishing

Still trembling, she walked back to the desk and picked up the candlestick. She hated the taste of fear in her mouth. If only she could be rid of it!

The fire in the hearth had burned down to embers, but she used the poker and found a coal hot enough to relight the candle. When the wick caught, she took in an unsteady breath and stared at the soft, white-yellow glow. The gentle and comforting flame reminded her of the color of Thomas’s hair and eased away the memory of the buck’s hypnotic red eyes.

She returned to the desk and gazed fearfully at the letter opener. Gritting her teeth, she reached for it but her fingers hovered above the small implement and she could not force herself to take another chance. Irritated by her own fear, she kicked the locked desk drawer with her foot.

She let out a squeal of anger and pain. Immediately, the door to the office opened. She went numb with terror when Thomas stood in the doorway glowering at her. With her blurry vision, it seemed his eyes had an evil glow in the shadows cast by the candle.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

She felt as if her breath had been cut off. She couldn’t say anything and her mind was in such a jumble that any coherent thoughts had fled.

He stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him. His powerful presence dominated the office. “If you’re looking for money, you won’t find any. I’m not a fool.”

He wore a rough hunting coat and carried a rifle in one hand. The scents of the woods clung to him—the same mossy earth odors that had enveloped her during that odd spell when she had touched the letter opener. She glanced at it again. Was she losing her mind? Had the stress of the past month been too much for her?

She swallowed hard. “I—I was looking for my letters.”

“You won’t find them here.”

“I—I didn’t know if you burned them or not. You handed me the ribbon without saying anything.”

He moved with the stealth of an animal to the side of the window and peered out from the edge of the drape. “I did not burn them.”

She held her head as a wave of wooziness threatened her. “Then may I have them back, please?”

“They are missing.” He put the drape back in place and took the corduroy cap off his head.

“Did … someone take them?”

“I thought the doctor had taken them, but when I stopped at his house tonight, he was unable to answer any questions.”

“Why not?”

“Because I found him with a knife in his back.”

She stifled a gasp with her hand.

He came up close to her, so close she could see the hard lines chiseled into his face. “What was in those letters?”

Though tormented by a tumble of confusion and fear, she struggled to retain her pride. “Nothing … important.” She hoped he did not catch the faint edge of hysteria in her tone. She must get away from him. She stood up, holding onto the edge of the desk.

“Was Filmont your lover?”

“No!” Heat burned on her cheeks.

“Then what happened between you and him?” His voice rumbled low and deep furrows appeared in his brow.

She rushed toward the door, grabbed the knob, and tried to turn it this way and that—but it was locked! Breathing hard, she whirled to face him. With her back to the door, she found him but a foot away from her. Much too close.

He had shed his rough hunting coat. “Tell me the truth.”

She shook her head. She could feel the heat of his body and despite her fear, her senses leapt to life.

“What did you do?” He lifted her chin with his index finger and she inhaled sharply. Drugged by the primitive scent of him, she knew she should do all she could to escape, but her body refused to budge.

“I … I … haven’t done anything.”

He leaned closer and she felt his warm breath against her neck. “Did you intend to use that letter opener on me?”

The emotions raging inside her took away her power to speak.

He shifted closer. His thigh brushed against her hip. Her legs trembled and she feared she would not be able to stand.

As if he guessed her need, his hands moved to pull her firmly against him. She splayed her hands against his chest but she discovered she did not want to push away. Her fingers quivered as she slid them across the width of his shirt. She could feel the racing of his powerful heart beneath his corded muscles.

“You are tempting me and that is a dangerous thing to do.”

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Lady Sophie's Midnight Seduction

Available AGAIN at a new lower price...

The award winning erotic Regency short story...

Lady Sophie's Midnight Seduction
By Dorothy McFalls


Lady Sophie, a self-avowed spinster, has been happy with her independence for many years...that is until Lord Benton-Black enters her world. Now she finds her nights haunted by this man who is determined to seduce her and make her his wife.

**2006 Ecataromance Reviewers' Choice Award Nominee**
**Road To Romance Recommended Read**
"The story was so satisfying, so perfect." ~ The Romance Studio


His cruel hands held her down, pinning her to the feather mattress in her own bedchamber. Lady Sophie struggled with all her strength until she was completely tangled up in the flimsy material of her nightrail. In desperation, she choked on a sob. There was nothing she could do...nothing, but submit.

What a fate for the daughter of an earl! Though her father had never cared to spend more than a few moments a year in her presence, she had always had the protection of his name...but perhaps she not even had that any longer. He was gone now. He had died over a year ago, leaving her the London town house and her mother's jewels...neither of which could help her escape this nightmare.

His face was hidden in the shadows, yet she knew his identity without question. He was the same gentleman who had followed her across Hyde Park when she'd gone riding with Lord Griffon last Tuesday. His dark gaze had troubled the back of her neck until she'd turned and spotted him. There were other times she had caught him, lurking like a phantom, watching her as she flitted from one man's arm to another. His heavy brows always furrowed. His lips always pulled into a deep frown.

Was it a month ago now that he'd brashly entered her parlor during an at-home? She'd swiftly refused his advances and turned him out.

And now he had returned and was her bed.

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Also available at Amazon and coming soon to Barnes and Noble and Sony.

Visit Dorothy's website to read about other Regency reads she has available in ebook including:

TAKEN BY MOONLIGHT (Cobblestone Press) Regency Shifter Erotic Romance
THE MARRIAGE LIST (Signet Regency) RT Top Pick!
THE NUDE (Five Star) Kiss of Death Daphne finalist
LADY IONA'S REBELLION Romance Reviews Today Perfect 10!

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MR. RIGHT-NOW from Ellora's Cave!

I'm so excited to announce I have a new erotic romance out with Ellora's Cave! It's called MR. RIGHT-NOW and it's smokin' hot!


Kate Gentry is always the bridesmaid, never the bride. When her best friend asks her to be maid of honor, it just reminds her of how crappy her luck is when it comes to finding her own Mr. Right. Her friends point out she’s trying too hard to find Mr. Right instead of having fun with Mr. Right-Now. They convince her to put her search for the perfect man on hold and have some meaningless sex with a hot guy.

Kate takes their advice and propositions the gorgeous best man, Dawson McKenna. When he eagerly agrees, she finds herself doing things she never dreamed of doing—spanking, bondage and some amazing anal sex!

Despite knowing Dawson isn’t supposed to be Mr. Right, Kate finds herself falling for him big time anyway. But since she was the one who made the rules, how can she now tell him she wants more than just a weekend fling?


Dawson walked over to stand beside her. “Do you want to go to the bar for a drink?”

Kate hesitated. The bar was certainly much more intimate than the restaurant, so it would be the perfect place to carry on what they’d been doing underneath the table earlier. That would certainly be fun, but if she was really going to do this, why waste time in the bar?
She caught her lower lip between her teeth, then tilted her head a little to the side and gave him what she hoped was a sexy look.

“Or we could just go up to your room and raid the mini-bar instead,” she suggested softly.

Dawson’s golden eyes went molten. “Even better.”

Holy crap, she’d done it. She’d just propositioned a guy for sex. Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite that blatant, but it was obvious Dawson knew exactly what she meant. She felt so proud of herself she almost did a little cheer right there.

His room was on the fourth floor just like hers, but because the elevator stopped on every floor in between to let people on and off, it seemed to take forever to get there. Now that Kate had made the decision to sleep with him, she was impatient to get his clothes off and see if he was as well built as she thought. Being in the close confines of the elevator only made her hotter for him. By the time they got to his floor, she was ready to push him up against the wall and get busy right there. She actually might have done it, too, if she wasn’t afraid they’d get arrested for public indecency. She almost laughed. Wow, she was better at being naughty than she’d thought.

His hotel room was an exact replica of hers, right down to the fireplace and hot tub. It was the king-size bed against the wall that caught and held her attention, however. As she took in the fluffy pillows and white goose down comforter, she pictured herself rolling around on it with Dawson, their naked bodies entwined as they engaged in hot, sweaty sex. Just the idea started a really nice purr between her legs.

“The mini bar is probably pretty limited, but I’m sure we can find something,” Dawson said as he tossed his key card on the dresser. “What can I get you?”

Images of her and Dawson still running through her head, Kate turned to face him. She couldn’t believe she was actually going to go through with this. Before she could change her mind, she set her purse down on the bedside table and walked over to loop her arms around his neck. She hadn’t realized how tall he was downstairs, but now she had to tilt her head back to look up at him.

“Maybe we should forget about having a drink and test out the mattress instead,” she suggested softly. “I hear they’re very comfortable.”

Surprise flickered in his eyes for a moment, but he rested his hands lightly on her hips all the same. “Kate Gentry, are you seducing me?”

“I might be,” she admitted. “But only if it’s working.”

He chuckled. “Oh, it’s definitely working.”

She smiled up at him. “Then in that case, I’m definitely seducing you. I figured since we’re both obviously attracted to each other, we should hook up for the weekend.”

She tried to make the words sound casual, but inside, her heart was pounding like crazy. She didn’t know if it was from excitement or nerves, though. Maybe it was a little of both. She’d never actually seduced a man like this. And the words, “hook up for the weekend,” had certainly never, ever come out of her mouth before.

He lifted a brow. “Hook up? As in casual sex, no strings attached?”

Clearly, he was way more familiar with this type of thing than she was. She nodded. “Exactly. Once the weekend is over, we get on the ferry and go our separate ways. No muss, no fuss.”

He pulled her closer, his mouth curving into a sexy grin. “That works for me.”

She should have tried this whole seduction thing long before this. She was better at it than she’d thought. Kate didn’t reply, but instead leaned in and kissed him.

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Jewels of Desire and Butterfly's Effect

Now available from Phaze - Binary Stars 6: Jewels of Desire by D Musgrave and Butterfly's Effect by Michelle Houston
All work and no play? Not in their offices.

Elaine's relationship with her office assistant went from a normal friendship to lovers, and they are both struggling to find the balance between their professional and personal lives together. Steve wants to take things public, but Elaine is worried about possible complications. So he decides to show her who's boss, with a little help from her submissive nature and a sexy new toy in Michelle Houston's "Butterfly's Effect."

In D Musgrave's "Jewels of Desire," Sabrina receives a special set of intimate jewelry. Intrigued by the possibilities, she decides to wear it to work. Can she maintain her composure while fighting the urge to give in to the desires the jewelry inspires?

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Excerpt from Butterfly's Effect:

Elaine stepped lightly through the open elevator doors and worked hard on keeping her steps steady. During the long ride up to the fourteenth floor, she pressed against the side wall, pinned in place by a group of lawyers from the offices just a few floors up, and her own co-workers. With her still-stinging ass brushing against the wall, and with each lurch and sway of the elevator car as they stopped on every damned floor, she was ready to scream by the time the doors slid open.

Ass tingling, she no sooner managed to settle in her chair than a brief knock preceded her assistant. “Today you’ve got a pretty light schedule. Baker at nine-thirty, Martin and Addams at eleven. You have a staff meeting at eleven forty-five, and then after lunch you’ve got a board meeting. Then Mills wants to see you about that whole marketing fiasco from last week.”

As Steve paced about the room, briefing her on the messages she needed to personally attend and the various details that needed her oversight, she watched him. She savored the flex of his muscles under his dress shirt and slacks, the way his ass cheeks clenched tighter when he turned on his heel to come back toward her. This was the moment she loved: the frontal view of his cock outlined in subtle display by his tailored pants.

When she noticed he had stopped moving and talking, she jerked her gaze up to his face. A slight smile curled his lips, which was her only warning. Moments later, a faint tingling started in her pussy as the butterfly strapped against her clit buzzed to life. Clenching her teeth, she held back a moan as her pussy throbbed and clamored for release.

Almost as suddenly as it flipped on, it turned off, and Steve went back to listing her itinerary.

Elaine wanted to bite his head off for torturing her, but she secretly thrilled in it. Not that she would ever admit it out loud—at least, not in the office. When her affair with Steve began almost a year before, they had gone from being co-workers and best friends of almost ten years to lovers, then Dom/sub. He knew the unspoken rules, that at the office she was in charge. In fact, he seemed to revel in it, letting her boss him around and deal with the day to day crap.

Alone together in the evenings, he stripped the trappings of the corporate world from her piece by piece, and showed her who was truly in charge. And she loved it.

“Also, your doctor called. She said to tell you whatever you have been doing, keep it up. Your blood pressure is down to very nice levels, and your cholesterol has truly done a turn-around.”

Elaine managed to clench her hands around the arms of her chair in time, before the faint buzzing started in her groin again. Riding the waves, she tipped back in her chair, very aware that Steve wasn’t going to let her get anywhere near an orgasm.

As the butterfly clicked off again, she couldn’t stop herself from gasping out, “Good.”

“She did express curiosity as to what had changed, but I didn’t have the heart to tell her. The poor woman would probably have had a heart attack.”

“Ha!” Elaine managed to restrain the unladylike snort that wanted to follow. “You don’t know the old battle-axe. She’d probably kidnap you and keep you chained up in her bedroom if she knew.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed and Elaine took a deep breath, expecting the buzzing to start up again. Instead, he turned on his heel and exited the office, the door closing behind him with a firm snap.

Glancing at the clock, she decided to turn her attention to the current business at hand. She had several pages of background information to wade through before Baker showed up.

It took some arguing and biting her tongue, but Elaine had almost gotten Baker to understand that some things just take time when her intercom buzzed. Picking up the phone, she asked, “Yes?”

“You’re almost fifteen minutes behind schedule and Martin’s getting impatient.”

“Thank you for letting me know.” Without any further fanfare, she hung up the phone knowing Steve wouldn’t take it as a slight. He had worked with her long enough to expect a certain curtness when she was dealing with a pompous jackass like Baker.

Another five minutes passed, and she was just about to slam her hand on her desk when a faint buzzing started between her legs. Gasping, she rocked forward and tried to get Baker out of her office. She could feel her clit tingling with each pulse, and her nerves were already on edge from trying to get a man used to his own way to see that she couldn’t work miracles.

As the butterfly picked up its pace, she gave up and went direct. “Mr. Baker, I truly am sorry that you feel that way. I wish I could make things happen at a faster pace, but unfortunately I can’t. Now, I hate to be rude, but I have another meeting waiting and we’ve been at this for two hours now. Nothing has changed from when you walked in. The art department takes time to put things together.”

He grumbled, but when she walked as smoothly as she could to her office door, he followed. As soon as she swung her door open, the butterfly stopped. Pausing to glare as Steve, she motioned her other clients into her office.

After that, one meeting flowed into the other, and she found herself sitting at her desk, starving, when the last meeting concluded.

A quick look at her watch showed that lunch time had actually come and gone, and the meeting with the entire staff was only thirty minutes away when she finally managed to get off the phone with a client who insisted she speak to her. As she hung up, the door to her office swung open again.

Steve came in carrying a take-out bag. She didn’t know which she wanted more--him, or the food. When he set it down on her desk and opened it to reveal a sandwich from her favorite deli, she had her answer. Stomach growling, she greedily reached for the food, mumbling a thank you as she opened the wrapper and started devouring it.

A look of amusement painted Steve’s face, rather than displeasure at her rudeness. Smiling, he sat down in the chair opposite her and watched her eat, his gaze trailing over her. First, they lingered on her lips as she wrapped them around the straw and took a quick drink of her soda. His stare moved down to her breasts, causing her nipples to harden. Aware of his heated gaze, she tried to focus her attention on the file in front of her, needing to concentrate before she begged him to fuck her senseless.

All throughout the day, he had been playing with the wireless remote, randomly turning on the butterfly just long enough to arouse her, then switching it off. She had almost lost her composure when it had flipped on during her meeting with Martin and Addams, but thankfully both men were so wrapped up in their complaints that hadn’t noticed the uncontrollable flush of her skin and the faint changes to her voice, or any other hints of anything untoward going on.

Now that she had a few moments to eat, she was going to take advantage of the reprieve to her pussy. No way was he going to risk her choking by playing with his little remote. Instead, he waged a silent and almost more deadly war--he was playing with her head.

His eyes, so vibrant and blue, watched each inhalation. His complete attention focused on her.

“Ellie,” he whispered, the sound breaking the silence in the room.

She took the last bite of her sandwich, needing the moment to calm her racing pulse before answering him. “Yes?”

“I really think that you need to step into the bathroom.” As he stood, she could see the tent his erection made in his slacks. Mesmerized, she watched as he stroked a hand down the front of the material, stroking along the edge of his cock.

Looking up, her gaze caught on his, and she found herself helpless to resist. It was a dangerous game they were playing, him pushing her past her comfort level, blending their personal life with their professional one, until she really couldn’t see the divide anymore. The line was blurring, and she was helpless to stop it.

Steve seemed determined that she was going to accept his proposal, and she was growing weaker each day. She wanted to be able to shout from the rooftops of her love for him, but she worried about the implications at work. So, Steve had decided to show her that it wouldn’t adversely affect either of their careers.

Legs trembling, she pushed back her chair and stood, moving into the bathroom on autopilot. Steve followed close behind, and shut the door with a soft click. As soon as he threw the lock, Elaine felt the change in herself. Breathless, she waited, no longer in control. If she ever had been in the first place. Maybe it had all been an illusion.

“Lift up your skirt.”

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Spring Fever: A Different Kind of Love Story

SPRING FEVER is special.


Dotschy's in love with a cross dresser. No, not in love. It's just spring fever. Really it is...

After a rough break up, Dotschy doesn't want to think about love everlasting. When spring comes around and she can't stop smiling at Connor the sweet and sensitive semi-closet trans-curious sometimes-cross-dresser, she convinces herself it's just infatuation. That doesn't stop her from wanting him though. It doesn't stop her from getting him either.


Connor, dressed as a woman, stood before me in a light pink sweater with
pearly plastic buttons down the front. It was the type of sweater a
mommy picks out for her little girl. That’s the spirit in which Connor
dressed himself. Sure, he had plenty of life experience as a man, but
he was a novice female. His skirt was a more mature tweedy grey shot
with pink, slit in the back and just covering his knees. Did he shave
his legs? I couldn’t tell, what with the pantyhose. His shoes matched
his sweater. His nails matched his sweater. Connor pulled off the look
beautifully. He looked almost elegant in his black Kiss of the Spider
Woman wig. His boobs were generous, but he had a natural paunch to
match. Despite his height, he didn’t look curiously tall. He looked
perfect, actually. His glasses were the same pair he wore as a man.
They suited him both ways.

Soft. That was Connor dressed as a
woman. He was soft. Soft pinks, soft body, soft curves. I ran my
hand across his cheek. That was soft too. No trace of stubble. Before
I arrived at his house, I’d wondered if I would be as attracted to
Connor dressed as a woman as I was to Connor dressed as a man. “You
look beautiful.” I kissed his smooth cheek, lingering close. Those
sparkling blue eyes were Connor. The clothes were different, but the
person was the same. I would easily have made out with him, and not
just to see if passers-by would throw stuff at us.

“You look
fabulous, dear,” he said. His voice lilted, neither high nor low.

“Fabulous?” I chuckled. “Honey, you’re a woman, you’re not gay! Try
‘lovely’ or ‘gorgeous.’”

He leaned in close. Into my ear, he
whispered, “Dotschy, you’re gorgeous.”

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Talk Dirty to Me

Talk Dirty to Me is my first Ellora's Cave Quickie and thus far my most successful book. The first month it outsold all others! This quickie has received rave reviews at Manic Readers, Seriously Reviewed, My Overstuffed Bookshelf and Whipped Cream Erotic Reviews. Discover short isn't always a bad thing by checking out this sexy story!

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Lilly drove her little car around the airport at least twice before finding her way to Southwest arrivals. Parking wasn't allowed so she could only hope Blake was waiting for her somewhere outside. She drove slow, searching through the crowd on the sidewalk for him. Desire churned in her stomach.

And then she saw him.

Her body reacted instantly, thinking about him was one thing but seeing him in the flesh was even more powerful. Awareness exploded through her body, as she remembered all the times and places they'd had hot, naughty sex. How Blake had taken her to paradise a thousand times. Her panties became soaked as she clenched her legs together hoping to ease the need that was becoming unbearable. A pleasant prickling in her full breasts caused her to raise her arm and brush it over them to try to ease some of the ache.

Blake hadn't changed at all. He was still the sexiest man on earth. As she sat there staring at him she felt her breathing become erratic and her heart rate pick up speed.

Blake was six feet tall, and lean. Yet his black polo shirt revealed he wasn't lacking on muscle power. The gray slacks he was wearing gave evidence to the strength in his thighs and stretched across the prominent outline of his cock. He looked dangerous. He was dangerous, only in a way that had always drawn her in. His dark hair was shorter than he used to wear it, military cut. Lilly couldn't see his eyes for the dark sunglasses covering them, for which she was thankful. Blake had the kind of eyes that could look right through someone, into their very soul.

He's just a man, he's just a man, Lilly repeated to herself. Flesh and blood and as mortal as she was. He had emotions, he could be hurt. He had needs. Her cheeks grew hot when she thought of their last night together, and how they'd made love like two wild animals trying to consume one another. Then he'd left the next morning for an assignment on an oil rig in the North Sea. And she'd tried to convince herself that she hated him ever since.

Now she knew how futile that had been.

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I’m sure there are other authors who wonder why a certain book of theirs was such a big hit and why another failed to catch readers’ attention. OH, GEORGE has been far and away my best selling m/m gay romance to this point, but I’ve never quite figured out why. Is it the office setting? The boss who pretends to be a swinging bachelor? Or is it George, the English addition to the secretarial pool in his cool gray suits and pristine white shirts?


by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-341-2 (Electronic)
Amber Quill Press - Amber Allure
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Romantic Comedy
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (16k words)

By projecting the image of a swinging bachelor, company owner Zack Hannington has never had a problem keeping his personal life private from his employees. But when handsome and ambitious George Parker joins the secretarial pool, Zack finds himself indulging in X-rated daydreams that stress him out and seriously mess with his head.

He knows George is a kindred spirit, and he’s positive he’s met the man somewhere before, but he can’t remember where or when, and his own rule of never playing house with "the help" makes matters worse.

Zack doesn’t know if he’s in love or in lust with George, but just as everything seems to be working out even better than his dreams, he screws up and loses it all...

Or has he?


Zack had finished going through the files for the Tarasios job and making a few necessary notes, and was about to quit for the day when he heard a sound in the hallway outside his office.
No one worked late on a Friday unless there was an emergency, and there were none he knew of. And the cleaning crew had finished and left some time ago.
Strangers couldn’t just walk in after hours, but all an employee had to do was insert his or her card into the electronic access system and enter their own personal password. Perhaps one of them had forgotten something.
He’d barely completed the thought when the door opened and George came in. Wearing fashionably ragged jeans, a white muscle shirt, and with his black hair gelled into a casual, windblown style, he looked nothing like the man who’d left his office a couple of hours ago. But Zack much preferred the way George looked now…cool, casual, and so incredibly sexy he could come just by looking at the guy
“You called, sir?”
Zack mentally licked his lips as he leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands loosely behind his head. “How did you know? I didn’t leave a message.”
“My machine records the numbers of all callers whether they leave a message or not.”
Something about the flat, accepting tone of George’s voice sounded to Zack like George had expected him to call, albeit for a very different reason. “I wasn’t calling to fire you, if that’s what you think. And I’m sorry about the way I acted earlier. It was totally uncalled for.”
He heard what sounded like a soft sigh of relief before George said, “That’s okay, sir. No problem. So, why did you call? Did I forget something? Something wrong with the files I left on your desk?”
His heart pounding and his breath coming in short, painful gasps, Zack stood up and smoothed a hand slowly down the front of his pants. “No, nothing like that. You did a great job. This is an unrelated problem. One I thought you might want to help me with.”
“A problem, sir? What kind of problem?”
“One that concerns just the two of us. I thought that’s why you came back.”
George visibly relaxed and smiled, a sexy, knowing smile that softened the wide mouth and did strange things to Zack’s pulse rate. He shrugged, folded his arms and leaned his back against the door. “Am I to assume you’ve had a rethink and decided you’d like to be friends after all?”
George’s smile deepened. “Okay, so you want to be more than friends.”
“You have any objection?”
“None I can think of.”
“Does that mean you have some idea what my problem is?”
“Offhand, I’d say you’re desperate for a little action.” The smile broadened a little and the tip of George’s tongue appeared and traced the outline of his upper lip. “But why waste time guessing, hmm? Why don’t you come over here so we can find out if that’s what you really want, or if it’s all in your mind.”
The crisp British accent and the unexpected take-charge attitude was a turn on all by itself. Zack left his chair and joined George over by the door.
George continued to regard him through half-closed eyes as he hooked one arm around Zack’s waist and pulled him in close. Zack could smell George’s male scent beneath a faint hint of mouthwash and that excited him even more. He closed his eyes as George’s lips brushed against his, then George’s tongue slipped into his mouth for a moment to taste and tease. Breaking the kiss, George’s mouth moved down Zack’s neck while he used his free hand to unzip Zack’s pants.
Zack could barely breathe as George’s cool fingers slipped inside the opening and slid seductively down the length of his shaft.
“You want to stay here or go somewhere more comfortable?” George asked.

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Jump in, the water's warm (and so is the knight)

If you enjoy historical romance, you may like my medieval historical romance, A KNIGHT'S VOW, published by Kensington Zebra and given 5 red roses, 4.5 Blue Ribbons and 4 stars.

You can read reviews and buy from from this page at Lindsay's Book Chat.

Here's an EXCERPT, where Guillelm teaches Alyson to swim - with arousing results:

That stopped him in mid-rage, as she hoped it would.

‘Truly?’ He paused in mid-stream, his feet rocking on the river pebbles. ‘For all your clever book learning, there is something I know that you do not?’

‘Will you teach me?’ The words were out before she could drag them back. I must be more shaken than I thought, Alyson reflected, appalled at her own question. Each time she was in Guillelm’s arms she forgot herself: it was a dangerous habit.

‘We should feed the merlin,’ she went on, but the hawk, which had been Guillelm’s great concern all that morning, was no longer a distraction. He merely grinned at her in that way of his that always made her feel as if her heart was suddenly lifted and jammed into her throat and said lightly, ’I will tend the spoiled little brute, while you prepare yourself.’ He raised a thick gold eyebrow. ’If you are certain you want me to teach you. My men will tell you I am a lethal task-master.’

‘Hard work never frightens me.’

She was no longer shivering but languid in his arms, smiling at him with absolute trust. Guillelm had a sudden, disturbing vision of himself as tutor, pulling a squirming Alyson over his lap while he applied a school-masterly discipline to her pert backside. He flushed, ashamed of his thoughts - Heloise was surely right about him - and plucked at the clinging sleeve of her gown. ‘You cannot swim in that,’ he remarked, determinedly averting his eyes from her bodice. The water had sculptured Alyson’s clothes to her closer than a second skin, making him even more acutely conscious of his own aroused state. Fervently he wished the river was cold, blanketed with ice.

‘What is the salve for ear-ache?’ he asked desperately as he attacked the gently shelving slope of the riverbank. Perhaps hearing her voice would bring him to reason, or at least be a comfort. Part of him was still grasping the dreadful marvel of her too-near escape from death.

‘I have heard doctors swear by blood-letting and a tincture of mercury, poured into the ear. But for myself, I have found the gently warmed oil of the olive a good remedy.'

‘And for backache?’

‘A hot bath to start.’ Alyson broke off, frowning at her dripping plait and checking with a swift downward glance that she had not lost her shoes. ’Why all these cures? Are you going to shout at me so much or make me swim this river to the sea?’

‘Worse.’ Guillelm deposited her onto the grass. ’I am going to make you as hungry as the hawk.’

She chuckled, that warm, throaty giggle that made him want to kiss her. ’So ’tis well Sir Tom gave us generous provender. Do we eat first or later?'

‘Later,’ said Guillelm. The day was warm - more than warm, blisteringly hot, with a humidity than put Guillelm in mind of the East. It was airless under the trees by the river, or perhaps that was just him, he thought, as he kept busy, feeding the merlin, checking their horses, while Alyson shrugged off her soaking gown. It was at least a good day for a new swimmer, he told himself, tempted to ask if she needed help while he counted moorhen and coots with their young: bits of dark fluff swimming earnestly along the far riverbank. In these shallows the water would be perfect. He heard her splash into the river and swallowed, his ears buzzing with heat and barely-thwarted desire.

‘I am ready.’ She was sculling the water with her hands. Would she be naked? No, for she was already growing nervous, perhaps even regretting her impulsive suggestion. ’Guillelm, do you think this is right? I mean is it seemly?’

‘Why not?’ He turned to reassure her and almost laughed: Alyson had sat down in the shallows and he could see little of her. ’We are after all betrothed.’

‘I have spread my gown on the hazel to dry.’ She pointed and he could see she was still wearing her under-shift; a modest choice. ’Will you swim as you are?’

‘My stuff dries fast.’ His clothes were little enough of a barrier but they were something, a reminder he needed that Alyson was an innocent. Or is she? muttered Fulk in the baser recesses of his mind, a thought he resolutely thrust away. He strode to the river, willing himself to be a perfect gentle knight while he felt anything but chivalrous.

Be a lady, Alyson thought, both relieved and disappointed when Guillelm stalked into the river fully clothed. He was so swift-moving when he needed to be that she forgot his size, but now he was beside her again he towered over her, an eagle to her merlin. And how that gift of Sir Tom’s had caused trouble! They were a good half mile or more off the recognized track through these woods and both them had endured a wetting. Fulk will wonder what we have been doing, she thought, but then she forgot him in the face of Guillelm’s grim stare. Perhaps he dislikes this, perhaps I have been too forward. The fears scurried through her mind like dandelion clocks blowing in the breeze as she tried not to shrink from him.

‘Peace, girl.’ Kneeling in the water beside her, he had spotted her slight movement. Alyson, knowing him sensitive to the point of wariness over her possible dread of him, was tempted to slap the river back into his scowling face, to prove she was in no way scared. Had she been younger she might have done so, but at one and twenty she knew she ought to have more finesse.

‘Did you swim the rivers in Outremer?’ Not a very original question, but when Guillelm was apt to make her tongue-tied Alyson was proud she had managed so much.

‘There are no such streams as these in the east.’ An evasive answer, made more mysterious by the ready stain of color that bloomed along Guillelm’s jaw line and chin. ‘What is that strange scent? Like a spice or perfume.’

He did not think it was anything to do with her, Alyson noted, disappointed, but she breathed in deeply. ‘It is fennel,’ she answered, nodding towards the bank where a stand of the tall, yellow flowers swayed among the cobwebbed beauty of the white elder blossom. ‘I use it in eye-baths and for the colic. I dare say you have forgotten it, being so long away.’

‘And those birds?’ he asked, but there was a gleam in his eyes that made Alyson click her tongue.

‘Ducks, and you know it, you big oaf.’

‘Oaf, am I?’ He lifted his feet from the river pebbles and stretched, floating full length on his back on the sparkling, tranquil surface. ’Can you do this?’

She set to his challenge at once, only to sink as she tried to follow his example, wallowing in an ignominious stream of bubbles onto the sandy base of the stream.

‘Steady, little swimmer. Up with you.’ Two hands buoyed her to the surface, their strong palms supporting her across her shoulder blades and the small of her back. ‘Relax. Imagine you are a bird and this water is the air beneath your wings. It will carry you easily. See?’

Here's the BLURB:

England, 1138. Set against the dangerous backdrop of the crusades, this sweeping romance captures the story of a beautiful, young woman and the dashing knight who will battle his fiercest enemies to win her undying love...

Ever since she was fourteen, Alyson of Olverton dreamed of marrying a brave, charismatic young knight. His name was Guillelm de la Rochelle and his marriage proposal satisfied her deepest yearnings. But her father forbade their union, prompting Guillelm to set out for the Holy Land, breaking Alyson's innocent heart. Seven years later, the valiant knight has defied rumors of his death and returned home, having no idea that nothing is the same as when he left...

Back from fighting in the crusades, Guillelm is stunned to find Alyson entrenched in his father's ancestral castle even worse she was betrothed to his father before he died. Despite this chilling fact, Guillelm finds himself struggling to resist the temptation to seduce her. Torn between intense jealousy and overwhelming desire, he shocks them both by proposing marriage a second time, justifying that it will be easier to keep her safe if she is his bride. Little do they know, however, that there is an enemy in their very midst one who won't rest until he destroys their chance at everlasting love...

Lindsay Townsend, historical romance.

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How about a bit of small town mayhem?

What happens when a small town takes on the FBI?

Setup: undercover FBI agent Nick Baxter has been sent to New Providence, Iowa to investigate recent widow Shannon Delgardie. Shannon's husband was suspected of treason. What Nick doesn't know is that Shannon (and just about everybody else in town) knows who he is because Shannon's father was in the CIA and she has 'contacts' who have helped her research Nick.

As they entered the vestibule of the church, Shannon started to move toward the balcony steps but Katherine firmly took her arm. “We’ll sit downstairs today, not in the balcony.”
Shannon rolled her eyes and let her mother lead them down the main aisle. A hush fell over the room and dozens of pairs of eyes swung to Shannon, then Nick, then back to Shannon. “Everybody’s staring,” Shannon whispered.
“I know, dear. Oh, let’s sit with Joan. She and Matthew are right there.” Katherine darted into a pew. Shannon and Nick followed, Nick taking the aisle seat.
He settled himself, reaching behind to adjust his holster. He looked up and met several curious eyes. He smiled and turned to Shannon. “I wonder what they would do if I kissed you right now.”
Shannon looked up at him, eyes huge. “Kissing in church? Not allowed.”
“It is at the end of wedding ceremonies,” he said, bending down and brushing her cheek with his lips.
She rapped him on the leg with her church program. “Behave.”
“I love you,” he murmured.
Shannon was aware of the fact her family, as well as about a fourth of the town, was watching their interplay. Oh, well, she thought. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I love you, Nick,” she said.
He leaned back satisfied and the people in the pew behind them leaned back and relaxed, too. A gentle buzzing erupted in the congregation.
As services go, it wasn’t long, but it was to the point, and the point had Shannon squirming. The minister’s sermon discussed courage, bravery and calling on people we love in times of adversity. There wasn’t much Bible in it, except for a few cryptic references to the Song of Solomon that at first perplexed Shannon, and, once the import sank in, embarrassed her. In fact, Shannon thought, the minister strongly implied God had intervened and brought Nick to town with the express purpose of (1) rescuing Shannon from thugs and (2) rescuing Shannon from her unmarried and possibly licentious state.
Shannon, however, found it hard to concentrate because Nick was sitting next to her and she was remembering the feeling of him in the shower. She remembered his husky voice when he said certain things at certain times, and the way his hands could move over her and excite her to riot with just a touch. Then she remembered the feeling of him in her hands…
Shannon broke off those thoughts and fanned herself with her program, smiling at Nick when he looked at her with a quizzical expression. “Warm,” she explained.
Nick, of course, looked fine in his lightweight sports coat and black jeans. Actually, Shannon thought with many sidelong glances, he looked more than fine. He looked good enough to eat. Then she blushed at that thought and fanned herself some more.
When the service finally ended, she shot to her feet to bolt out of the church. It was not to be, though. Everyone in the room wanted to chat, either with Katherine, Nick, or Shannon. Consequently, they were one of the last ones to shake hands with the minister after the sermon.
“Very nice sermon,” Katherine said. “I especially liked the part about smiting the Philistines. So pertinent.”
The minister nodded. “Thank you, Mrs. Dalton. Glad you enjoyed it.” He turned to Nick. “Don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Reverend Somerset.”
“Nick Baxter.” Nick looked down at Shannon. “I’m with Shannon.”
“I gathered that.” The minister smiled at Shannon. “Haven’t seen much of you.”
“I’ve been in California,” Shannon said, cheeks turning pink.
“Perhaps we’ll see more of you now that you’re home.” The minister looked at Nick, then back to Shannon. “Both of you.”
Shannon muttered a reply and started to move on but noticed Nick wasn’t with her. She looked back. He was in low-voiced conversation with Reverend Somerset. Katherine smoothly took her arm. “Help me down those front steps, honey. I hate going down concrete steps alone.”
“You could probably run up and down those steps all day.”
“Perhaps, dear, but Nick wants some privacy so let’s just accommodate him.”
“You guys are determined to get me married, aren’t you?”
“It seems like such a good idea,” Katherine said. They looked up as the Man Van skidded to a stop in front of the church. Evie, Chris, Beth and Marty grinned out at Shannon.
“Hey, how are you today?” Evie asked. “Hey, Mrs. D.” Katherine nodded. “I heard Nick expressed undying love to you in church.”
“How did you hear about that? You guys go to the Catholic Church.”
“Oh, Walter the janitor here at your church called Danny the janitor over at our church, and the word just got around.” Evie grinned and winked. “So when’s the big day?”
“Can I be in your wedding?” Beth asked, almost falling out of the back window in excitement. “I wanna throw flowers! I can do that good!”
Marty shoved Beth aside. “I’ll do the cake. Or the presents—I’ll unwrap presents.”
“I’m not getting married,” Shannon said with all the firmness she could muster.
“Right. Don’t forget, Beth wants to be flower girl and Marty wants to help cut the cake,” Evie said. “I promise they’ll be on their best behavior.” She smiled at Katherine then said to Chris, “Let’s go, honey, lunch with your folks today. Bye!” And then they were gone, arms waving.
“People in this town need more to occupy their attention than my love life,” Shannon muttered.
Nick came down the steps and once again, her heart skipped several beats at the sight of him. She knew she had a sappy grin on her face but she couldn’t help it. “But your love life is so interesting,” Katherine said, watching.

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