My Wish - Time Guardians Book One

by Sahara Kelly

  The buzzing continued.

  "Aargh—the doorbell."

  Staggering out of bed, she grabbed her black silk robe, trying fuzzily to knot the belt around her naked body. Her gold slave bell jingled and slapped her clit—as good a wake up call as any.

  She shrugged and headed for her front door.

  Her feet registered the incredible softness of the beautiful rug beneath her feet— maybe she could get another good deal from that guy who'd come by the store last year. This one was certainly a gem.

  And speaking of gems, the morning sun sparkled on her favorite antique—her Murano glass Blue Lotus flower, which sat front and center in her display case.

  The doorbell reclaimed her attention.

  Looking through the peephole, she saw a nice chest. A very nice chest, definitely male, and covered in a pale green t-shirt. Hmmm.

  She opened the door without releasing the chain. "Hello?"

  Her gaze traveled up to meet a twinkling set of the darkest eyes she'd ever seen. A mop of unruly midnight hair, streaked with silver over the ears, and a tidy moustache and goatee completed the handsome face. His grin was charming enough to melt butter.

  "Hello. Are you Alana West?" His voice was husky with a slight touch of an accent. She couldn't quite place it.

  "I'm Paul Guardino—I moved into George's apartment last night, only to find I have no electricity this morning and no number for the utility company. He left a note suggesting that you might be a good person to contact if I needed any help..."

  Alana was staring at him, just enjoying the view.

  Oh, God, he'd stopped talking. She was supposed to reply—what the hell had he been saying?

  "Um—sure, happy to help out, just a sec..." She pushed the door almost shut and removed the chain.

  "Won't you come in?"

  "That's very kind of you. Say..." A slight wrinkle pulled his dark brows together. "Have we ever met before? There's something awfully familiar about you." He laughed suddenly, a warm and happy sound. "God, that's such a line. I'm sorry, I really did mean it..."

  Alana grinned back. She couldn't help it—there was something familiar about this man, something that tickled her innards into doing a tango.

  She closed her eyes for a second as his scent crossed the space between them. A wave of dizziness swept over her, and a flickering image of some kind of blue-flowered tree popped into her mind. Boy, she really had to stop eating cheese curls and cold pizza late at night.

  "I'm about to make coffee, Mr. Guardino. Would you care for a cup?"

  "Well yeah, thanks, that would be lovely, but I don't want to disturb you..."

  Too late, thought Alana. Waaaay too late.

  And she smiled.

  Meanwhile, seven hundred and twenty-nine years into the future:

  Major Boralle North is contemplating her next assignment—shore leave and participation in the sexuality games on Frallien IV. She's hesitant to register—the honor of her crew may well rest on her performance, and she doubts if it will be anything near their expectations. To put it bluntly, she is a sexual dud.

  Her wanderings have brought her to a small marketplace, and she spies a little antique table—always fascinated by things from the past, she crosses the street and surveys the articles displayed for customers.

  "I think I may have something you would find interesting, Major," says a smooth voice from behind her. Turning, she looks directly into a pair of vivid turquoise eyes. They belong to a tall, elegant human with long hair braided tightly at the back of his head, and who is holding out an unusual vessel for her attention—it has one very strangely shaped handle...

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  Find out how a slightly confused twelfth century Scottish Laird makes his way from imminent death on the battlefield into Major North's plans for the Frallien IV Sexual Olympiad. And saves the Universe while he's at it. Look for MY PRIZE, Time Guardians Book Two, releasing shortly.

  The third book in the Time Guardians series is titled MY HERO, and is also scheduled for release soon.

  About the Author

  Sahara Kelly is always happy to explain to editors that her spelling errors aren't really errors, since she was born and raised in England, where an extra "u" is quite in order. She likes to think it adds colour to her writing. Sadly, it's not a widely held belief, so she'd like you to know she still retains a lot from her English childhood even though you won't see much of it in her stories.

  Arriving in America with her almost-complete collection of Leslie Charteris' Saint novels and a passion for Monty Python, Sahara's new life eventually expanded to include a husband, offspring, citizenship, and a certain amount of acclimation to her new surroundings. (She still cherishes that extra "u" though.)

  After more than two decades of writing, Sahara is now enjoying the greater freedom offered to authors by the rapidly expanding self-publishing scene and looking forward to many more such experiences. Being freed of restraints has opened doors—for Sahara and many other writers. There are now no impediments; no obstructions barring the path from writer to reader. Which is, in many ways, exactly as originally intended when that first storyteller sat on a rock outside her cave, tugged her bearskin around her shoulders and smiled at her kids across the open fire with the words "Once upon a time..." (or however it sounded several million years ago.)

  To find out more about Sahara Kelly and her writing, please drop by her website and visit her at:

  Sahara Kelly (Website: http://www.saharakelly.com)

  This is where Sahara shares none of the intimate details of her life, but will present you with a list of books she'd like you to buy so that she can go do research on a beach in Aruba and be pampered with massages accompanied by drinks with umbrellas in them. She'll send you a postcard. Thank you.

  Since she has jumped into the world of private enterprise literature, Sahara has formed her own little publishing company. You're also welcome to come and check it out at the address below:

  SK Private Label Publications (Website: http://www.skprivatelabel.com)

  Please bookmark Sahara's website or visit her on her blog, or follow her/friend her on Twitter/Facebook. You can stay on top of what's on the way from her fertile imagination by subscribing to her newsletter or picking up her app for your iPhone or iPad. Yes, there's even an app for Sahara Kelly. Best bet? Subscribe to the newsletter and keep up to date with everything going on by getting on Sahara's newsletter list here and don't forget to pop over and see what she's blogging about here. It usually has nothing to do with her books. Refreshing, huh?

  Also by Sahara Kelly: (*- co-written with S.L. Carpenter)

  Madam Charlie

  The Gypsy Lovers

  Chocolate and High Heels

  Tales of the Beau Monde

  Letting Off Steam

  Winding Her Up

  Stripping Her Gears

  My Renaissance Romance

  Hired Help*

  Outside the Box*

  Princesses Gone Wild*

  Open House

  Pure Sin*

  Knights Elemental

  The Mating Place*

  My Lady Vampire

  Perfect Whore

  And many more…

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  Several of the above titles were co-written with friend and author S.L. Carpenter. Together, they have a dozen or so books available, each featuring their trademark touches of humor and heat. Their most recent release is a brand new stand-alone story titled So Into You.

  Here's a peek…

  SO INTO YOU

  S.L. Carpenter and Sahara Kelly

  Excerpt:

  Chapter One

  The sliver of light from the hallway thinned to a whisper as the hotel door closed behind Casey. She turned and bumped into Phil, a warm and solid mass of flesh that took her impact without budging.

  She lost her breath as her body hit the masculine wall but her choking gasp was smothered as his hot mouth enveloped hers. She matched his urgent heat, f
rantically seeking his embrace as he tugged her closer. Their tongues tangled together in a passionate kiss.

  His hands caressed her through the thin fabric of her blouse until he impatiently pulled it loose, finding bare skin and moving to cup her full breasts. She moaned with pleasure, encouraging him, telling him without words that she was into every touch, every brush of his fingers.

  He pressed against her, grinding his groin into her soft belly, simulating the sex he craved. With each passing second his cock hardened, knowing it would soon be buried deep within her.

  He took a second to catch his breath in the darkness of the anonymous room. Only a faint beam of light from between the drapes illuminated her for his appreciative gaze. Tracing the back of his hand along her cheek and neck he felt her move into his touch.

  He followed the soft path with gentle kisses and closed his eyes—a moment frozen in time. His hand shook slightly as sensations ran through him, electrifying his nerves. "You are so beautiful".

  Lungs filling with the soft perfume she wore, he knew nothing in the world could make him walk away at that moment. Lust enveloped him, hot blood pumping through his veins.

  Phil battled for his customary control. He hadn't made the mistake of losing it for a single night of unbridled desires in a long time, and he didn't want to start now if he could help it.

  Casey grasped his hand and lowered it to her breast once more, whimpering at his touch. "Don't…don't stop. I need you."

  He was rigid, painfully hard within the confines of his clothing. The emotions, and the need to feel wanted like this, were powerful aphrodisiacs. It helped that a woman this hot found him attractive, and when her hand grabbed his crotch he groaned and pressed himself into her palm.

  "Fuck, I want you so bad." Her voice was low but ripped through his soul.

  Her hand massaged his cock and his desire to take over grew more and more intense. He squeezed her ample breasts, feeling the buds erect and hard to his touch.

  "Oh yes…yes, yes yesss…" The softly trailing moan signaled her pleasure in his attention.

  She gripped his cock like a vice and he held his breath as he fought the urge to erupt right then and there within her massaging touch. He wanted to be deep inside her when this fury of sexual need was vanquished.

  Reaching down he pried her hand away. "I need to breathe."

  A soft chuckle crept from her lips as she slid down the wall, pulling her arm free from his grasp. She spread her legs apart; coming to rest low in front of him.

  Phil looked down but the darkness turned her into a shadow. Even that couldn't stop a bolt of yearning, a burn so hot he knew their gazes had to be locked on each other. She tugged on buttons to unfasten his pants, and he put both hands against the wall above her head, sighing at the deep release of pressure when they loosened.

  His underwear barely confined the hardness as it strained for freedom. Casey moved his shirt up across his taut abdomen and he felt his muscles involuntarily flex beneath her touch.

  She peeled down his underwear, freeing his cock at last. Phil's moan echoed through his body and into her hands where they rested on his bare skin.

  He could just make out the shape of Casey's head moving close to his rigid arousal. Her lips kissed the swollen head, sending shocks of pleasure up his spine.

  "Fuuuuck….." This was a fantasy come to life.

  Available now at :

  All Romance eBooks (Various Readers)

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  Sahara would like to mention that she's recently initiated a new collaboration with her writing partner, S.L. Carpenter. They have blended another of their shared passions — art — and formed an online graphics business focusing on the complicated world of writers. If you're interested in seeing what they get up to when they're not writing something twistedly hot and sexy, they'd like to invite you to come visit their business at the link below and check out some of the amazing cover art currently being created by S.L. Carpenter. They're certainly never bored…

  P and N Graphics, LLC

  Happy Reading.