Aunt Glen disengaged herself and bowed to the king. “You are as kind and generous as the first king, sire. Thank you.” She turned to Dorothy and Z. “And you, my special Dorothy. I’ve known for years that you deserved this far more than I ever did.”
She lifted the flawless ruby necklace over her head and placed it around Dorothy’s neck. “This should’ve been yours a long time ago.”
Dorothy sensed the power soaring through her. And knowledge. So much knowledge. “Aunt Glen, are you sure?”
Aden lifted her up in his arms, his intent clear for all to see. Glenda laughed. The most carefree sound Dorothy had ever heard from her. She looked younger. She looked happy.
“Uncle Aden has the right idea. Although before we go I’d like someone to fill me in on what I missed.” Z’s curious tone had the rest of the room chuckling as the older couple disappeared.
Dorothy wrapped her arms around his neck. “Let’s just say we’ll have an interesting bedtime story to tell our children.”
Z smiled. “Lesson number three. Never keep a wizard waiting.” Dorothy just smiled and kissed him.
They pulled apart when they heard Emily’s high-pitched laughter echoing off the walls. “It just hit me. If you had children, I’d be…I’d be…Auntie Em. Get it? Auntie Em. And you’re Dorothy. Seriously, you can’t write this stuff.”
Kansas started chortling, joining Emily, much to the confused chagrin of Braxim and the king.
“She isn’t going back to California, is she?” Z’s voice was resigned. Dorothy just shook her head with a laugh, pulling him in for another long kiss.
“I’m glad I came back to save the day. I think a celebration is in order. And a feast. Definitely a lot of fish. Hello? Anybody? You can’t have a happy ending without some good fish. Maybe some catnip.”
Suki sighed as the three remaining couples ignored her in favor of a serious make-out session. “Okay, fine. I’ll go get the fish.” She walked away grumbling to herself, but she couldn’t stop smiling. Things had gone exactly according to plan. Well, not exactly, but the end results were the same.
So what if she got more attention as a housecat? She knew one thing she’d missed about being a Felix that no amount of sardines could top.
Mating season. “Meow.”
About the Author
Stolen away by a free-spirited Gypsy as a child (though she still swears she’s my mother), I spent my childhood roaming the countryside, meeting fascinating characters and having amazing adventures. As the perpetual “new kid”, my friends more often than not were found between the pages of a book…and in my own imagination. I read everything I could get my hands on. At the age of 11, I read my first romance and I’ve been hooked ever since.
I’ve been a nurse, a lead vocalist in several bands, a published lyricist and even a returning university student majoring in Anthropology and Mythology. Throughout all of my varied careers, I would sigh as I read one fantasy-filled story after another saying, “Someday I want to write one of those”, until one day my husband said, “So do it.” And I did. Now I can’t imagine doing anything else.
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Not in Kansas
© 2008 R.G. Alexander
Kansas Frayne has everything he needs. Except a life—and love. A freak storm changes all that when it hurls him into the darkness. He wakes up to find he’s been thrust into a world of promiscuous and directionally challenged beings, sensually sentient water and servants created solely to fulfill any imaginable fantasy.
The sexuality he’s long denied is tested to its limits, especially when a darkly erotic wizard issues the ultimate challenge. If Kansas wants to go home, he must fulfill one task. Resist the allure of the unbearably beautiful king.
Sounds easy enough.
Until he gets a look at the golden monarch. The chemistry between them is undeniable, and Kansas quickly realizes this is a challenge he is doomed to fail. Yet he has to try.
Before he loses his heart.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Not in Kansas:
The storm rolled in from nowhere.
Five minutes ago the sky had been a cloudless, nearly blinding blue. Now, angry black shadows skimmed the tall fields he’d been wandering aimlessly through, all on a collision course toward each other.
Toward him.
There was no time to run. No safe direction. The deafening roar of the Furies screaming his way had him covering his head and falling instinctively to the ground. For a moment, time seemed to slow. He thought about his empty house. The long line of days that had passed exactly as this one had. In silence. Alone.
He wished there were more exciting memories to flash before his eyes, and then he just wished for a chance to make a few more. A chance to live.
Thunder cracked and his eyes squeezed shut as the hot, angry breath of the tempest tore him away from everything he knew. His world went black.
Kansas was gone.
“I think it’s dead.”
“Don’t be daft, Lenard. Would it moan like that if it were dead? And just think, if I hadn’t gone left when you told me to go right, we’d never have seen it at all. Look, look. Its eyes are opening. Ooh, pretty. I’ve never seen eyes like that before.”
Kansas took a breath. Blinked.
Blinked again.
His head was aching as if it had had a run in with the grill of a Mack truck. A concussion would explain a lot—the creatures hovering over his body for instance.
Certain he’d rattled his brain in the fall, he tried to play it cool. He didn’t want to scream hysterically in front of what were probably normal, human looking paramedics and end up going to the wrong kind of hospital.
“I was…there was this storm and…” He slowly raised himself on his elbows and looked around. “It must have taken me farther than I thought. There aren’t any woods like this on my property.”
“His eyes are the blue of the Krentyn Sea. His hair is pale as the butter flower. And, Fenna, look. He’s golden, but not all over like the King and his men. Parts of this one are pale. Like fresh cream.” Kansas felt his eyebrows touch his hairline as the fine, reddish fur covering the young man in front of him rose and trembled, standing on edge like an agitated cat.
Kansas ran a hand through his hair, searching for the wound he was sure he would find. Nope. Not even a bump. Maybe he was still unconscious. This could be a dream, right? He was lying in the woods listening to a dainty bird-woman and a large, muscular male cat with humanoid features discuss his physical attributes as if he couldn’t hear them.
Yes. Definitely a dream.
The female above him twittered. “You and your cream, Lenard. I can see you’ve already made up your mind to like this one.”
She caught Kansas’s gaze and inclined her head to a level below her companion’s waist. Kansas swallowed hard. He wasn’t altogether sure Lenard liking him was a good thing. Although he had to admit the engorged shaft rising aggressively from between the male’s thick thighs was impressive.
That clinched it. He’d been alone far too long. He even felt his own cock stirring in response.
That’s when he realized he was naked.
“Shit! What the hell?” He jumped to his feet, covering his partial arousal with his hands. A wave of dizziness washed over him and he stumbled, stubbing his toe. “Ow! This doesn’t make any sense. It has to be a dream. But why can’t I wake up?”
The beautiful angles of the female’s face softened. “Be at ease, sea-eyed one. You say a storm brought you here?”
Her head tilted thoughtfully at his nod. “I haven’t heard of anything like that since I was a flightless babe at my greatmot
her’s knee. But it’s obvious to anyone with eyes that you’re no Crow Warrior. You definitely aren’t from around here.”
“Crow Warrior?”
She sent a telling look to Lenard. “Well, I suppose there’s nothing for it but to take you to the king. Lenard will like that, won’t you, Lenard? A chance to pay your respects to our king?”
“Yes, Fenna.” Lenard’s voice shook at the prospect. If his cock, jerking and growing even larger before their eyes, was anything to go by, he apparently really liked his king. Kansas forced his gaze back to the female.
“I can’t go anywhere with you. First of all, I’m pretty sure I’m hallucinating. Secondly, well, I have nothing to wear. And hallucination or not, I’m not moving from this spot as long as I’m naked.” He didn’t mention that the two creatures before him were naked as well, though they at least had some covering in the form of feathers and fur.
Feathers and fur. Another possibility struck him. Maybe there’d been no storm at all. Maybe he’d finally gone round the bend, the way his uncle had sworn he would when Kansas had left the world he’d known all his life for the solitude of the family farm all those years ago.
Five years alone, with only the bi-monthly trips into town to remind him that other people were still wandering the world. Still going about their lives without him. But he hadn’t wanted to know. Maybe his determination to hide from reality had finally driven him insane.
“We can fix that, sea eyes. But first, do you have a name? A people you belong to? I am called Fenna. I belong to the Glider Clan. This is Lenard. As you can see, he is a Felix.”
Lenard blushed at the mention of his name. The youthful excitement in his slanted ebony eyes did something to Kansas. Long forgotten memories he immediately and violently pushed down. What had Fenna asked him again?
“Kansas. My name is Kansas Frayne. I don’t belong to any clan. I mean, well, I’m just a regular guy from Iowa if that’s what you’re asking.” She continued to watch him, a blank expression on her face. “I’m human.”
He watched the two share a look at the word “human” and his stomach dropped. He had a feeling he wasn’t in Iowa anymore.
Being bad never felt so good…
Seducing Jane Porter
© 2008 Dominique Adair
After being jilted by her former master, Jane Porter looks to end her year-long celibacy by attending a bondage-themed event. Thanks to her ex-boyfriend’s stunning betrayal, she isn’t looking for happily-ever-after, just a master who’s willing to explore the depths of her passion and teach her what the BDSM lifestyle is all about.
Antonio Villareal was a wanted man. Single, rich and good looking, he’s on the hunt for a submissive to share his world. The moment he sees Jane on the arm of another man, he wants to possess her body and soul. The only problem is; Jane makes it clear she isn’t a forever kind of girl.
Can Antonio convince Jane to give him a chance?
Enjoy the following excerpt for Seducing Jane Porter:
Exquisite was the only word to describe her. She moved easily beside her escort, with a grace that was undeniable. With her easy smile and hot body, his cock was already standing at attention.
Considering she’d come to a bondage-themed party, her dress was modest. Her black skirt was longer than most though it showcased her long, shapely legs. The corset nipped in at the waist and just the sight of the tiny hooks down the front created an itch in his fingers. He’d bet her nipples were rosy and would taste like sweet wine.
At the tender age of fifteen, he’d lost his virginity to a lusty field worker at his father’s vineyard. In the sun with the scents of crushed grapes and lavender, he’d worshipped her full curves and she’d made a man out of him. Ever since then his tastes had run to a larger, curvier physique with the exception of his most recent ex, Giselle. There was something about a plush female figure that turned him on. Just thinking of her, the baby soft skin and all those delicious curves to explore, sent all his blood rushing to his cock.
“There she is,” Antonio said.
“Who?”
“The blonde on Jean Jacques’ arm.”
Santos made a noise of approval. “As always, you have excellent taste in women, my friend.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“And will you share this one with your best friend?”
“We’ll have to see how adventurous she is.”
Antonio vividly remembered the first time he and Santos had shared a woman. They’d been at college here in America and Santos had picked up a beautiful Latino girl with long, dark hair and wicked hands. It had been she who’d convinced them to overcome their hesitation and join her in the bed. With that beautiful woman sandwiched between them, both men had experienced a deeper level of pleasure than ever before.
Over the years they’d shared many women though none would ever be considered a relationship. It was all in good fun and they treated their mutual women like queens both in bed and out.
The image of the blonde in his bed struck him with the force of a hammer blow. Her lush body on his sheets, her silken cries as he ate at her pussy like a starving man…
His breathing increased.
Wet, hot, hungry for both of them…
His cock in her mouth, or her bare ass up in the air as Santos paddled her…
He gritted his teeth, glorying in the swift rush of lust that struck him. The sensation was thick like warm honey in his veins. His breath left in a rush and he swore. His zipper dug into his engorged cock with such force it was all he could do not to wince.
“Slow down, my friend, we don’t even know her name.”
Santos began to laugh when Antonio was forced to readjust his aching cock. His teeth gritted at the rush of arousal the innocent nudge created. Before the night was over, not only would they know her name, they’d know every inch of that beautiful body. They’d possess her mind, body and soul and she’d be ruined for any other man.
She would be theirs.
She agreed to everything but sex. She hadn’t counted on his monstrous creativity…
My Fair Monster
© 2008 Lila Dubois
Monsters in Hollywood, Book Two
Since the day three incredibly hot men in disguise walk into her office and proved Monsters are real, intrepid screenwriter Jane Darby is obsessed with one task: to give the creatures a mythical makeover by writing a revolutionary, blockbuster screenplay. Now if only she can get over her own fear—and get the closed-mouth Michael to talk about his people.
Michael is fascinated by the demur and docile Jane, whose efforts to hold him at arm’s length hide an untapped sexual passion—a beast within her waiting to be set free. There’s only one way to get under her lovely skin: strike a bargain.
For one week, she agrees to let him do anything, anything, he wants. But Jane’s got conditions. First, no actual sex. Second, she has to enjoy it.
Jane’s not really worried. What can happen if he sticks to the bargain? After all, she’s not really turned on by the idea of Michael tying her down. Or bending her over his knee. Or…
Gulp.
Enjoy the following excerpt for My Fair Monster:
“Oh my God you set me up on a blind date. Was there a roofie in that shot?”
“No, but that’s a good idea for next time.”
“Lena!”
“Oh calm down! I’m joking, besides, who needs GHB when there’s a good DJ?”
“Quit distracting me. What’d you do?”
“Nothing.”
“Fine, then I’m going to go dance with that guy.”
Lena hesitated long enough for Jane’s friends-with-stupid-plan detector to shoot into red, before Lena said, “Dance with him if you want. I just think you could do better.”
Jane pulled her friend’s face close until they were nose-to-nose. “I know where you sleep.”
With that ominously vague threat, Jane left the bar, heading for the dance floor. She stopped on the edge, int
ending to search for coat guy, but a new song started up. It was rich, with a pulsing back beat. The dancers stopped their wild solo gyrations and came together, the music demanding skin-to-skin contact.
The tingling was back in her fingers, the music pressing into her skin, demanding her recognition, her service. Jane stepped onto the dance floor, and started to move.
Lifting her arms above her head, Jane slide one hand along the fabric casing her limb, wishing it were bare so she could feel the contact. She whirled, planting her feet on the downbeat and throwing her head back.
Something brushed against her back, breaking the rhythm of her dance, but when Jane opened her eyes there was no one close enough to touch her. Like her, the others on the dance floor were lost in the song, touched by music as well crafted as a symphony.
Jane halfheartedly glanced around for coat guy, but gave up when the next hard beat sounded. She bumped her hip to the side and slid her hands over her own breasts, down her belly, to the bare skin of her thighs. She bent, waiting, poised, for the beat to give her a signal. When the music spoke to her Jane snapped up.
Her back slapped into something. Someone.
Hands covered hers, urging her to retrace the path over her breasts to her belly, then hips. He pulled, forcing her ass back against him.
Then they moved as one. Rather than a crude thrusting back and forth—a pale imitation of missionary sex—their duel dancing was rhythmic and subtle, hips moving to the beat. Jane freed her hands from beneath his, needing more. Her fingertips brushed a face, and then his hands captured hers, fingers tight around her wrists, pulling her arms up and back, until they were trapped behind his neck. He held both her wrists in one large hand.
Jane gasped as the position stretched her up, until she danced on her toes. Her breasts lifted, and her partner took full advantage, cupping one breast through her dress. He touched her, fondled her, controlled her.
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