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Re-Release It is never wise to piss off a goddess, especially a flame haired Irish goddess with a temper as hot as her tresses. That was something cousins Ciaran and Connor found out the hard way. For one night of folly the cousins must walk the earth, deprived of the thing that caused their downfall – women. No contact with any member of the opposite sex until they find their perfect mate. A quest that seemed easy, but has proven to be impossible. Just when they think they will never find a woman for each of them to break the curse they so richly deserved, the Luck of the Irish smiles upon them. Both end up in the United States; one in Chicago and the other in San Diego. The two cousins get the shock of their lives when they met the women meant to be theirs. Not exactly what they had expected and far outside anything they’d ever dealt with when they were still human. Will they be able to keep these women for their own or just have a taste of ecstasy to tease them rest of their immortal lives? BUY!

Kelly came to New York to act, yet somehow she ends up managing Kilpatrick’s, an up-and-coming brewery and pub. When it comes to planning the pub’s grand re-opening on St. Patrick’s Day, Kelly’s ready to dive in and make it happen. There’s just one problem—her boss and sexy best friend, Dylan Kilpatrick, has pretty much told her to leave the St. Patrick’s Day planning to the Irish. And yes, he should be happy he still has his spleen, because Kelly is seriously tempted to snatch it clean out after that unintentional insult. As Kelly tries to make Dylan see reason, Dylan tries to make her see that they are perfect for each other. He’s been biding his time waiting for just the right moment to take things to the next level. As a brewer, he knows the best brews take time before he’s able to enjoy the delectable taste of the finished product, and his relationship with Kelly is nearly ready. Will St. Patrick’s Day give him them the push they need? With a bit of Irish luck, they’ll both get what they want. BUY!

Rowan Brennan was determined to apply the well-known creed about a man's trash and a man's treasure to his own life. He'd watched his former best friend throw away what was more than likely the best thing that had ever happened to the both of them and ignoring it was now impossible. Simone Bruster's interest in navigating the raucous crowds, frat boys and adults attempting to regain their youth through too many shots on St. Patrick's Day is null and void. Rowan can't exactly blame her since last year's holiday brought her nothing but tears and green beer but this year--oh this year--he plans to bring her his kiss, his touch and a few things that don't have anything to do with Irish luck but basic masculine skill... BUY!

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When tiger shifter Dax's brother Fin, decides to welcome his brothers mate with streaking across the meadow, he created a hailstorm of fury, not laughter. Adding to the fated melee, Dax's ex fiancé, Sparrow, bursts upon the scene with hopes of a reconciliation. Things turn from bad to worse when Dax’s mate, Zhara, bolts from the heartache and runs straight into Sparrows, biker brother Starl. Zhara’s dreams of making a good impression on her boyfriend’s family not only go up in flames, but an inferno of misunderstandings. When she catches Dax in the arms of his ex, she follows her instincts. Sadly they send her straight into Starls arms. A smoking hot biker shifter who turns things even more topsy-turvy. Will yanking the tiger’s tail destroy the couple for good, or will Dax unsheathe his claws for the fight of life and mate? BUY!

What's a god to do when his most sacred day of the year has suddenly become so...uninspiring? In all his centuries of walking among mankind, Cupid has never had an issue drawing his bow and aiming for the hearts of mortals, opening their most coveted desires and watching as they stumbled across what they yearned for. Well not until this holiday. Not until he finds himself struck by his most prized possession and thoroughly enamored with one incredibly beautiful human who needs to be shown just why he's worshiped... BUY!

Ian O’Donnell was the only one to survive the massacre of his family. During the long wait to avenge them he met Charlene and fell in love. With love in his life again, Ian hesitates to do the duty he has patiently waited over a hundred years to do. Will Charlene be the loophole that will allow him to have love and revenge? BUY!

Major Evan Knight was a battle-hardened man who had always put the Marine Corps before his own needs. Sierra Walker, a single mother raising an nine-year old son, wanted more from life than what was in front of her. A school project for her son would bring Major Knight into their lives and give them all something they never knew they needed...each other. BUY!

Sonya Gou has a major issue. Her guardian keeps her safe from threats against her life and his heart. How can she survive being so close to the one man she cannot have? Zihao Liang. Guardian. Warrior. Earthen. Blood sworn to protect the Gou's treasure, Sonya, he has put his love for her beneath a sacred vow to protect her at all cost. Zihao and Sonya must put their love to the test when a powerful enemy threatens all they hold dear. BUY!

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“All good things must come to an end…” had become Elena Miller's silent mantra. The only issue was, what she needed to end was more so comfortable than good.
During her self discovery as a submissive she'd once thought her first and only Dom was everything she desired. Sadly, her discovery became a cold hard reality. In essence Brayden Mathis was a wonderful man but he simply wasn't the man. She knew it, he knew it and on their final night together, Elena opens herself to saying goodbye, to accepting what her true needs are and to being freed...

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Some rules weren't meant to be broken and it was becoming quite clear to Lewis that his sweet Allie was forgetting that. Or she was attempting to goad him by breaking his cardinal laws. It didn't matter which, he didn't care for explanations and he was really in no mood to entertain pretty pouts and soft smiles. No, his Allie needed discipline and he was all too happy to oblige...

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Jayanti is pissed. The last thing she knew, she was cavorting with tigers in Rewa, India. Then suddenly she's abducted and dragged off to a zoo in the US with no safe way to shift back to her human form.

Dr. Logan Carter, DVM, has worked his whole life to try to preserve white tigers. When an apparently wild white tiger arrives at his zoo, he sees hope for a new genetic line to revitalize the animal.

But it's not long before Logan discovers his new tiger isn't what she appears to be. And that's when things really start to get interesting...

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Neiri Halabi is a Christmas enthusiast and a cat allergist. She just wants to survive her first Christmas alone; with shop bought treats, her basement swimming pool and certainly without swallowing random cat hairs in said pool. Given there's only one other resident in the entire apartment building, it has to be Roshan Ahsani up to no good. While the extravagant building owner may be have a whale of a time keeping large pets and letting them share her space, Neiri isn't about to put up with it. She's going to turn spy and catch Roshan Ahsani at his own game.

Shame she doesn't know that tigers are much better hunters...

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Loki has a problem. It seems the trickster has been out-tricked. By a five year old. *sigh*

Now, he finds himself infatuated with a human. An exquisitely gorgeous human. But this is one god who has no desire to be chained to one woman.

Really. He doesn't. Honest.

Now, if he could just convince himself...

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Love As Wide As the Atlantic by Neva Lane
The anticipated followup to Prelude to Launch!


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Alexia Woods came to know the phrase "stuck between a rock and a hard place" all too well during her college years. The rock? Cody Slater. The hard place? Heath McCormack. As their days slowly dwindled, leading up to graduation Alexia resigned herself to the fact that their oh so manageable relationship wouldn't be oh so manageable anymore and gave her boys a farewell that she believed would last forever, just like her heartbreak from having to say goodbye. So why is it years down the line she finds herself Cody's date to Heath's wedding--a wedding that as far as she's concerned shouldn't be taking place because in her heart of hearts she knows both men belong solely to her? What's a girl to do when her love is not only as wide as the Atlantic but just as deep and tumultuous too?


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When Technical Sergeant Chase Carver loses his best friend and brother in arms he never imagines a greater gain could be waiting just around the corner. At least not until he gets a Christmas card from an unexpected source--the bubbly little daughter of the man his best friend gave his life to protect.


Chase's exchanges with Abigail go on far past Christmas, and lift the seemingly never-ending heaviness that has weighted his heart. It's no exaggeration to say the cards, letters, and care packages saved his life. Then he finds out why his care packages are so well put together.


Abigail's Aunt, Melanie, is staggeringly beautiful and in a bit of a mess, herself. In fact, she seems to be in dire need of a hero. Fortunately, Chase is more than ready to take on the job.


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Starting over is never easy, but sometimes it’s the best way to heal a broken heart.


Maya McCombs thought she had her life planned out—decent guy, a baby on the way and a solid job. That is until her plans blew up. Being single and pregnant isn’t high on her list, but she’s got to survive. No one said surviving meant she’d have to do it alone.


Master Sergeant Levi Court had big plans, too. He followed the woman he loved to a new state and a whole new set of circumstances. Too bad she wasn’t interested in keeping the relationship going. On a whim, he heads to the Dinner Plate Diner. Maya is all he’s ever wanted in a woman. Can he prove to her that two hearts, no matter how broken, can be stronger together?

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Every woman has a fantasy; some illicit, some simple. Lexie Reynolds finds herself dancing a fine line between the two on her fortieth birthday when her friends drag her out to a bar to celebrate. What woman doesn't have a weak spot for good drinks and great music? What woman doesn't have the silent longing to become the focus of two extremely attractive soldiers' attention? And what woman could say no to having the Pandora's box that holds her quiet desires opened?


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Heartwarming sequel to Beauty and the Brawler.


Two months without sex has left Luciano Antonelli on the proverbial edge of sanity. The need for his wife's touch, kiss, and scent wears on him constantly as he gives her body time to heal after the birth of their daughter. And now the night has come where he can finally get his hands, mouth and tongue on her. There seems to be one problem. His bella has the silly idea that his attraction to her has faded due to post baby weight. What Samara clearly doesn't understand is that he loves her--flaws and all. But she will, because he plans on showing her over and over and over again...


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EXCERPT from A Hero to Watch Over Me

by Marteeka Karland

“Melanie?” Chase’s husky whisper washed over her like warm honey. God, she wanted this man. Not just for a night. She wanted the fairytale. Wanted forever. But she’d barely known him a week. It was totally too much to ask.

“Yeah,” she said, rising and crossing to him. “I was just about to get some water. Maybe you could get me some of your mother’s leftover hot chocolate instead?”

His arms slipped around her, pulling her against the warmth of his body. He was shirtless, and the thin sleep pants did very little to hide his growing arousal. A thrill shot through her at the thought. Was it her, or would any woman arouse him? She hoped it was her. He certainly made her mind wander to places it had no business going.

“With pleasure,” he rasped out, pulling her with him into the hallway. Through the den and one kitchen to the second kitchen at the very front of the house, away from the master bedroom and his parents. The implications weren’t lost on Melanie. Was it on purpose?

Once a cup of chocolate was in the microwave, Chase backed her up against the counter, caging her in. One hand slid up her hip to her waist, while the other cupped her face. His hands were so big—his body as well. Muscles clenched and flexed when her hands slid up his chest seemingly on their own. Melanie certainly didn’t remember making a conscious decision to cop a feel.

His mouth at her ear, he said, “I was thinking, I believe everyone had a grand time today.”

“We certainly did. Thank you for the wonderful memory. Neither of us will ever forget it, Chase.” It was true. The day had been so special to her that even the awful way Dan had showed up and done so much damage to her car hadn’t completely ruined it for her.

“Good. But, you should know, I’m a mercenary at heart. I expect payment from you.”

Had she not felt him smiling at her cheek, Melanie might have slapped the turd-head, but something made her say, “Oh? What’s my tab, then?”

“A kiss.” Was his voice deeper? More husky sounding? His cock was certainly throbbing against her where he seemed helpless to hold himself away from her. Not that she minded. It was thrilling to know she could do this to a man like him.

“Hmmm...” She tried to sound like she was thinking it over, but knew she’d give it up. A kiss or anything else he wanted. “You drive a hard bargain. Had I known the price was so steep, I might have declined your invitation.”

His rumbling chuckle was the last thing she remembered before he turned her face up to him, threading his fingers through her hair to hold her still for his kiss.

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Boss Lady

by Shara Azod and Marteeka Karland

"I'm very serious about this. I will not have my company run into the ground because you don't get my products where they need to be when they need to be there."

"Anyone who says that's happening is a goddamned liar." Voice low and deadly, Victor rose from his chair slowly, deliberately. "Perhaps if you crawled up Diane's ass like you have mine, she'd get things moving better in production."

"I could just scratch your eyes out instead. Maybe then you'd learn some respect." Anger dripped from her every word, though she spoke quietly, almost matter-of-factly.

"You're welcome to try." This was getting out of hand quickly, but damned if he wasn’t having fun. Watching her get all pissy was...hot. Her chest heaved, her nostrils flaring just a touch. Even with those lips pursed together they looked lush and eminently kissable.

For several moments, neither of them moved, staring each other down. Amazingly, Victor found himself harder than ever. There was just something about the little sexpot he couldn't resist. The more she fought him, the more she railed at him, the more he wanted to bend her over his knee, pull up her tight little skirt, paddle her ass until it glowed, then fuck her into oblivion. That image didn't help his condition even a little.

You're welcome to try...

Yeah. A confrontation was a long time coming. Just not the way she was probably expecting.

Victor moved around his desk quickly, grinning in satisfaction when she took a step back before catching herself, holding her ground.

“You wouldn’t dare...”

“Dare what?” he growled as he advanced. “Dare to pull up that conservative little skirt that is probably hiding wicked underwear? Dare pull you over my knee? Dare to spank that full, round ass of yours until you beg me to take you?”

Push My Buttons

by Janet Eckford

Esmé bit her lip to keep from talking, and was momentarily horrified to notice she was waving her hands about in a similar manner she often criticized her sister Cara for doing. She’d tried over the years to convey to her sister it didn’t emulate confidence and control, but staring at the man in front of her, words had seemed to escape her, and her hands were the only things capable of expressing her thoughts.

“Oh! Well this really is the best place in L.A.” he paused and stuck his hand out to shake hers, “I’m Davor, by the way.”

She was operating on autopilot as she shook his hand, continuing to stare in amazement. It was taking her mind some time to reconcile the mundane conversation being delivered in a voice that by its sound alone, caused her hindbrain to perk up at the warning of danger. His grip swallowed her much smaller hand, but his gentle handling of her continued to dismantle stereotypes she’d formed.

“Esmé,” she replied, feeling her face heat at the look of pleasure he received at receiving her name.

She initially planned to give a fake name tonight. She promised Gemma she’d be open-minded, but there was no way she wanted anything to tie her back to this place once she was done. The shock of her honest reply was derailed at the feel of his thumb gently rubbing the top of her hand.

“Beautiful name.”

He continued to hold her hand in his large palm. His nails were short, clean, and well-kept, but they didn’t have the manicured veneer she usually looked for in men. She could tell by the rough texture of his skin that he worked with his hands, and the thought of him laboring under a hot sun suddenly made her feel hot and bothered. It was her turn to respond, to volley back the conversational ball, but she was too entranced with watching him turn her hand over in his and explore the texture of her fingers. Esmé noticed that his lightly tanned skin contrasted with her own nut-brown complexion, but it wasn’t as stark as she would have expected.

“You’re really soft,” he whispered reverently.

Esmé shivered again, and this time instead of asking if she were cold, Davor smiled knowingly. It was one of the sexist looks she’d ever seen on a man. At the sound of his statement her breathing became exhilarated , and the more critical part of her brain that had momentarily gone on hiatus at the sight of such a rugged man, chastised her for panting. She was going to internalize her critical voice, turn away from the soft caress of rough fingers on soft skin, but the words of the fortune teller flashed like a bolt of lightning through her brain. She wasn’t controlled by her past.

“Very,” she replied with a smile and a wink before she pulled him down for a kiss.

You've Got the Look

by Megan Slayer

Billy stared at her. He'd heard of her legendary appetite for her costars. Did she want him? God knew he wanted her. He’d walked into the room with a damned hard on. Just thinking about Drea O’Neal kicked his blood pressure to the ceiling. He leaned on the doorframe of her dressing room. She hadn’t answered him yet—not in words—but the hunger in her eyes was undeniable.

“Do you have a problem with the lighting? I can change it to flatter your,” he swept his gaze over her body, “curves.” The robe obscured his view and he yearned to shove the damned thing out of the way. He refrained. Part of what he liked about Drea was definitely her looks, but the bigger part was the way she took control. He wanted her to pick him for her next conquest.

Drea stepped forward and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his jeans. She tugged him into the dressing room.

“You know what I want.” She nudged him onto her couch, then clicked the lock on the door. “You.” She raked her fingers down her chest to the knot in her robe, then untied the pesky sash. The deep blue satin slipped off her shoulders, revealing her ample curves inch by inch. “I want you to make me come three times before the shoot starts. Think you can manage? Or am I too much woman for you?”

“I’ll give you my best try.” His mouth watered. He’d seen plenty of her pictures and had a collection of her work on his computer, but none of that held a candle to the real woman. The cups of her corset top barely contained her breasts and the round outline of her nipples showed just below the lace. She strode toward him on spindly high heels, then settled on his lap. Oh Christ.

Love As Wide As The Atlantic

Hello,” his voice was gruffer than she remembered. She felt that familiar clench and pulse of her pussy walls when she heard his voice.

“Hello Cody,” she said after clearing her throat.

“Alexia,” the tension in his voice was evident to her, she could almost see him with his lips pursed into a line, and his eyes were probably a darker hue than their normal gray color.

“Yes, it’s me.” It was hard not to mentally kick herself. Why had she dialed? Drunk dialing never got anyone anywhere, and now here she sat with Cody on the other end of dead air. She had nothing to say.

“I’m not taking no for an answer, if that is why you are calling.” Cody’s terse response made her lips crack into a half-hearted smile.

“Honestly Cody, I don’t know why I’m calling. I got out the shower and before I knew it, I was dialing.” She twirled a finger in her natural locks, trying to get a handle of all the things that she wanted to say and all the things that she couldn’t say.

“I know why you called. You missed me.” His voice turned husky, and she could almost see him in her mind’s eye, putting his arm behind his head as he reclined. God, why did she know him so well? And in knowing him so well, why wasn’t this conversation easier?

Sighing, she realized there wasn’t a point of half-heartedly denying what they both knew.

“Yes, I did miss you, still miss you.”
“Then why seven years, Alexia? Didn’t you realize it in the first year that what we amazing?”

“‘Have’? Cody it’s ‘had’, and I’m not saying it wasn’t the most amazing spectacular, fantastic time of my life, but come on, we’ve had this talk. None of us would have become what we were meant to become.”

“And what if what we were meant to become one?” Cody’s voice dropped an octave. When did he become even manlier? Perhaps it was a thirty thing, but Cody had never sounded so sure of himself, not the way he did now. It was sexy as hell and just as scary.

“Cody, we moved as a unit, as one, but that was a long time ago. We’ve grown up, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I know that I’ve grown, Alexia, and I’m quite excited to see how you have grown. Thank you for the reminder, but I remember all too well how we moved as a unit, as one, or have you forgotten?”

Unfinished Business

by Alice Duval

In the midst of trying to reform the string of last night’s events, he heard the humming of his phone, vibrating along the nightstand’s wooden surface. He lumbered back to the bedroom. A local number. It was too early for nonsense from his crew of friends. Deciding to answer, Keith lowered his voice and his growing aggravation.

After all, it could be his mom on the other end.

“Yeah?” He realized suddenly he didn’t have any clothes on. What the hell happened last night?

“Keith Brunson?” a husky, sultry voice questioned.

“Yeah.” Keith frowned. So not what or who he expected. Part of him had expected the smooth, sexy, throaty husk of a woman that kept slipping into his memory and disappearing just as quickly. Telemarketers got on his nerves.

“Who the hell is this?” Keith sat down on the bed’s edge. His ankles had bruises around them. It must’ve been some damn party.

He didn’t like not knowing. It irked him like a thousand pins poking in unison. As a private detective for Stevens & Eaton, he enjoyed, hell, made a living out of knowing other people’s business. So the blank spots in his mind where last night’s memories should be annoyed him something fierce.

“I’m hanging up.” Keith didn’t do heavy breathing or time wasting. He had to retrace last night’s events, starting with the hotel room’s name and to whom it was registered.

“Don’t. Come to room 2605.”

“Why?” Keith demanded, but the caller had already hung up.

He glared at the phone, demanding it to tell him something, anything, more. When he closed his eyes, he saw bits of the woman, dark hair, brilliant green eyes, and skin so soft it made his cock hard just thinking about it. So why couldn’t he remember her name?

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With a fierceness and determination that inhabits most volunteers, Rolanda swelled with pride as she followed her dreams of helping her fellow world citizens as she trekked across the globe to Afghanistan. There she discovered she was volunteering for something even her wildest imaginations could not foresee- as what awaited her in that hot, desert clime was a mysterious sheik that looked and breathed as if he were ripped from pages of the erotic romances which were her guilty pleasure. With a tenseness that gripped her throat with the possibility of the unknown, she realized her only way of escaping him was to submit to his will and regale him with the erotic tales he demanded. With her future on the line, she began to spin one tale each night for one thousand and one nights in order to secure her freedom. But what kind of freedom did he mean? Biding her time, Rolanda spun him the First Night's tale while subconsciously plotting her escape.

In the land of Frumos, nothing is quite what it seems - as was true with infamous brothers Valentin and Dragoş. The Alexandrescu's, were rumored to be brutal despots, renowned for taking their land and whatever else pleased them, by brutal force. But what Kiana found as she investigated the mystery of these brothers was something beyond all comprehension; something dark and enigmatic. In this tiny Eastern block country she became so entangled with them, that she would never be who she once was.

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Dr. Takashi Nakamura was a damn good therapist. His own lustful thoughts lay right there across the office where Dr. Tanya Morris's office resided. He longed to take the beautiful doctor into his arms and confess his long held love. When the opportunity arises and Tak gets to do just that, the results aren't what he had hoped for. Will he be able to convince Tanya he's for real and will he be able to climb over Tanya's sexual hurdles and into her heart?

The Taming of Katrina, Chapter One

Chapter One

Aubrey didn’t want to go home. Walking out of his cousin’s Rance’s office building, he knew if he went home sooner or later Remy, Piers, Thierry and Rance would show up, offering to take him out to celebrate his newfound freedom. Aubrey didn’t feel like celebrating. He was glad the divorce was final, relieved it had been a painless endeavor; but this was not a cause for celebration. He hoped that Susan was happy. God knows she deserved to be. He had affectively ignored her for the entire five years they had been married. He hoped she would find someone who would treat her like she was the center of their universe.

Getting in his car, he found himself heading out of town toward the west bayou country. An hour later, he turned off Highway 90 to follow a dirt road for about three miles before he spotted a large, square two-story building. There weren’t many cars in the parking lot. It was early Thursday afternoon; only the hardcore would be inside the club. That was exactly what he was looking for, after a drink or two he’d find some lonely anonymous woman and take her upstairs. He had no place to be tomorrow, having opted out of teaching summer classes this year. His heart wasn’t in it. He wasn’t too sure he was all that interested in teaching anymore. While he still found history fascinating, he had spent more time researching and writing papers he had never published. He now had enough to compile a tome.

Choosing a booth in a darkened corner, Aubrey slouched whiskey in hand as he surveyed the room. Despite the non-descript exterior, the club kind of looked like an English gentleman’s club. There were booths in the back, all covered with butter soft leather, near the dance floor was overstuffed armchairs that could comfortable seat two. The dance floor itself was polished wood. There were no tacky disco balls, no mirrors. Someone walking in from the street probably wouldn’t know what to make of it. But then, no one would walk in from the street.

Unbeknownst to his cousins, Aubrey had joined a number of such clubs. Even when he was married he would often disappear into one for hours at a time. Back then, he didn’t sleep with other women, he went more to punish himself. His cravings were not like many that frequented these places. He was not really into BDSM in the true definition of the word. His peccadilloes dealt more with control. Complete absolute control, though only in the bedroom. Nothing turned him on more than a woman granting him unconditional dominance over her pleasure, and nothing turned him off more than a woman who wanted to be dominated out of bed. He had married Susan knowing she did nothing for the appetites that kept him awake and wanting every night. He could never be that man for her; he just wasn’t the man she needed. He had been relieved when he finally noticed his wife had left him. Susan required romance; soft music and candlelight. She liked to be wooed with soft words and gentle caresses. Despite what most people believed. Aubrey was not a soft man. He had nothing against romantic evenings, hell he enjoyed spoiling a lover, but he needed something more.

Before his marriage he had been easy to find someone to give him what he needed. Although this was well before beauteous Ms. Smith had opened her little pleasure houses, there had been plenty of places to go to meet someone. Back then he was not so much interested in a relationship. The longest he had been with anyone was about six months. The problem was most women who were into being dominated were true submissives. He didn’t want a true sub. He wanted someone confident, secure in herself. Someone who would make him work for it. More than anything else, his time with Susan had given him a desire for someone permanent. He didn’t want Susan, or anyone remotely like her, but he did want a partner for life. A wife, lover and friend. He had pretty good idea who that woman would be. It was just going to be hell getting her to agree.

For now, he would settle for one night with a willing partner. The woman he really wanted rarely came to this club. That was why he chose to drive all the way out here. He wasn’t so sure he could stop himself from taking what he really wanted.

“Why so glum?”

Aubrey was jerked out of his ruminations by the voice that haunted his dreams. He watched warily as she slipped into the booth, sitting directly opposite of him. She reached over to take a small drink out his glass, leaving a perfect outline of her rose colored lipstick on the rim. His dick twitched as she set the glass back in front of him.

“Well?” she asked when he remained silent, arching a perfect russet eyebrow in expectation.

Katrina Smith was a true red bone. Her golden skin held a distinctive reddish tint, her hair was deep russet with natural gold highlights. Her world-wary eyes were the color of rich sherry, large and expressive. She wasn’t short, nor was she tall, standing at five feet six inches. She had the body of a 1950s pin-up girl. Full high breasts, wide hips, a high full ass. She wore clothes that accentuated her figure, but couldn’t really be called provocative. She also happened to be one of the sharpest lawyers in the city. Aside from the ones who belonged to one of her many clubs, her clients would never have guessed she was the owner of the largest chain of alternative lifestyle social establishments in the South. Many called her the Grand Mistress. She carried herself as a dominatrix, even dressed as one after hours from time to time. But Aubrey knew nothing could be farther from the truth. He had been watching her for quite some time.

Katrina was begging to be taken by a man strong enough to take her. Not so much dominated in her life-she was likely to kill any man who tried. Rather, she was in desperate need of a man who would not bend so easily to her will. For some unknown reason, the only men Katrina had been attached to in anyone’s memory were decidedly on the submissive side. It made absolutely no sense. She damn near shimmered with sexual frustration. It wasn’t like she couldn’t find what she needed in abundance. Aubrey was damned glad she hadn’t, but it was puzzling.

There was a darkness about her, an unapproachable aura that kept most men away. Shadows lurked in those sherry colored eyes of hers. Watching her too closely always gave him a since of deep melancholy. Those who were bold enough to approach her never managed to touch her in a real way. Not the way Aubrey burned to touch her.

“So I guess that means you aren’t going to answer me.”

“My divorce became final today,” he finally answered. “And I am not glum.”

“Oh,” Katrina responded. “Sorry. I didn’t realize.”

She was sorry. Aubrey was a decent kind of guy. She knew he was a Dom, just as she most of her regular members predilections. Word was he was kind of on the gentle side, liking to dominate but not really into many kinks. Subs loved him. He had only started actually sleeping with female members recently, since he wife left him. She respected that about him. Most of her female V.I.P. members were crazy about him, even the Dommes. Like his cousins, Aubrey was an extremely handsome man. Tall, well built and with those distinct Chevalier blue-green eyes. But where the rest of his cousins had jet-black hair, Aubrey’s hair was reddish brown. The women he had been when claimed he was not only physically gorgeous, but he was wonderfully masterful, knowing just where to touch a woman among many other things.

She often wondered what it would be like to be with someone like that. Someone who would not only take charge, but would bring her all the pleasure she could take, and then some. She had plenty of opportunities to be with a Dom, but she chose not to. She couldn’t give anyone that kind of power over her, no matter how much she might secretly carve it. Trusting a man with everything you were was a dangerous proposition and she was not about take that kind of chance.

“There is nothing to be sorry about,” Aubrey replied watching her closely. He had good idea of the thoughts running through that beautiful head of hers. She thought it dangerous to give a man dominion over her. Not only did she not trust men in general, she didn’t trust herself. “Susan and I never should have married. We were completely incompatible. I am not glum, I just didn’t feel like dealing with my cousins tonight.”

Katrina could understand that one. Not that she was begrudged Angelique and Regina their happiness or anything, but it was hard to be around the newlyweds. First of all, Thierry was usually not far from wherever Angelique happened to be. Remy was worse, being that Regina was pregnant. And secondly, there was only so much kissy face, lovey-dovey bullshit an innocent bystander could take. Regina had been increasingly unavailable lately. Jade was, well Jade. As smart as Katrina’s law partner was, she could be incredibly ditsy at times.

Poor Jade was being pursued by Rance Chevalier, although she didn’t realize it. Right now she was “assisting” Rance in one of the many pro-bono cases he had recently acquired, as she had been doing more and more lately. Katrina wished Rance would stop beating around the bush and just tell Jade how he felt about her and get the whole thing over with. She had no doubt Jade felt the same way about him; the other woman just needed a little push in the right direction.

“So why did you come all the way out here?’ Katrina asked, taking another drink from his glass.

To avoid running into you, Aubrey thought to himself. Aloud he simply stated, “Just wanted to be alone.”

Katrina nodded. She could understand that. She came out here because she just didn’t feel like being “on” tonight for her many patrons, and she couldn’t quite bring herself to go to her lonely apartment. It was just a little too pathetic. She chose lovers carefully; usually men with just a touch of submissiveness (she just couldn’t bring herself to be with a true Sub). Men who wouldn’t be in town too long. He last “relationship” lasted about a month. That had been well over a year ago. She was lonely, but not really needy. Because her sex life had rarely been exciting, she really didn’t miss that the physical side of being with someone. She missed closeness, no matter who false it was. Pretending in a lovers arms was a hell of a lot easier than pretending on your own.

“I’ll leave you to it then.”

Before she could move to ease out of the booth, a surprisingly strong hand grabbed her wrist. A bolt of pure electricity shot straight up her arm.

“Stay.”

Katrina looked up startled and found herself ensnared by deep turquoise eyes. He didn’t look away as he repeated the command.

“Stay. I don’t wish you to leave.”

I don’t wish you to leave? Spoken like a Dom. Still she didn’t move.

“Look Aubrey,” she began carefully, still not quite able to look away from his very direct gaze. “You’re a decent guy and all, but I’m not into the domineering type.”

Aubrey couldn’t help but give her sad little grin. “Aren’t you?”

That brought her up short. She had spent her entire adult life cultivating a certain persona of a strong, independent woman, which she was. But she knew that giving off even a hint that she might be submissive invited a type of man she just didn’t want to deal with. There was no way this sexy, bookish man could have seen through her carefully crafted façade. While she might well be strong and independent, there was a part of her that carved to be conquered absolutely and unreservedly. He couldn’t know that.

“No.” She meant it to come out in a clear, firm voice, but was little more than a whisper.

“Oh, I think you do dahlin’.”

Katrina had never heard Aubrey’s voice sound like that, all sonorous and sexy with a deep Louisiana drawl that was unlike anything found throughout the South. All of sudden he looked nothing like the absent-minded professor she thought she knew and very much like a predator. She shook her head slowly, unwilling to believe the change that had happened right before her eyes. Or had he always been like that? Maybe she just missed it before. Generally she was very careful to observe people who entered her sphere. She wanted to know exactly who she was dealing with. But this time, she had not seen what lurked just underneath the skin with Aubrey Chevalier. More the fool she.

“Are you scared cher? Don’t be. I won’t hurt you.”

Wouldn’t he? Aubrey was something she just was not used to dealing with. Not that he was a Dom, but he was a chameleon. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. God help her, but she might be well and truly trapped.