Why I love Erotic romance



With the popularity of books like Fifty Shades of Grey E.L James has brought into the
public eye the popularity of erotic romance among women. It seemed like the world
was shocked that women not only read it but LOVED it.
I have been reading romance since I was 13 and it seemed the hotter it was the more I liked
it. I was about 14 when I picked up The Flame and The Flower by Kathleen Woodiwuss.I swear
after reading it all the other books I read paled in comparison. Thank goodness my mother
had no idea about what I was reading.
The hero and hero actually had sex and it was not behind closed doors or fade to black.
Another author that I loved is Bertrice Small who wrote the ever popular Skye O’Malley series. What is even more amazing that Bertrice is still writing and just released Francesca in April.francesca
But historicals with the exception of a few authors have been a favorite and it seemed
all the books with erotic content could be found in historicals.
But I still craved something hotter and when I first went online with my little Radio Shack Tandy computer I was on this online service called GEnie and they had these boards where you could find people who were not published yet but wrote really erotic stories. There were a few
authors I would hope each day they would have something new. It was also the first place where I read my first male/male romance with a vampire theme as well.
One of the writers I was hooked on wrote really hot vampires, the heroes were not politically correct by any means. It wasn’t until I discovered Red Sage Secrets books and read Angela Knight’s novella in Red Sage Publishing Secrets #3 anthology that I found one of my favorite
writers from GEnie. I also discovered Red Sage which published erotic novellas in an anthology. I read these as soon as they came out. But they were far and secrets3between.
Then I went to my first Romance Writers of America convention in Chicago in 2000 I went because I thought this would be my only opportunity to meet writers. They have this enormous signing at the beginning of the conference and when walking around the tables when I spoke
with a woman who told me about e-books. She urged me to give them a try. Not only did I find other authors there who wrote erotic romances but readers like myself who loved them.
The day I went to my first e-book website it opened a whole new world. There were erotic
romances of every type I could imagine. It was there that I found my first menage,and yes BDSM among other forms of erotic romance.
Thankfully now there are more authors and e-publishers who write and publish the types of romances I crave like a chocoholic craves chocolate. Publishers like Changeling Press, Ellora’s Cave and Loose-id and favorite authors of mine like Cheryl Dragon, Megan Slayer, Tonya Romagos and one of my personal new favorites who I think is going to be huge one day Milly Taiden who writes also as April Angel and Indigo Sin and TL Reeve just to name a few and a favorite writer and friend who just got a contract with AVON Cynthia Sax.hewatchesme
When I mention that I love to read the erotic romance genre I always get asked if I read Fifty Shades of Grey and I always reply no because I know of people who write it much better.

Some sexy snippets:

From Cheryl Dragon’s Pinot Noir Nights:


Carter’s hand was on the table as were packets of condoms and lube. She looked him in the eye. As much as she’d tried to be a proper sub that never made eye contact or took action without permission, she wasn’t that good. She’d never be truly obedient, but being punished was part of the allure.

Sonia stepped up on the chair and Warren helped her onto the table from there. Naked on a huge wooden table that belonged in a museum, she shivered for attention. Carter kissed her hip and rubbed her breasts. “You just say when you’ve had enough.”

She kissed his mouth. “I doubt that’ll happen.”


From April Angel’s Wicked Valentine:wickedvalentinepic

“Max, this isn’t a game. I want to see you.” She panted, unbuckling his belt. “I want to touch you.” Excitement rushed through her, urging her to unzip his jeans. “I want to taste you…”


Warlord Unarmed by Cynthia Sax

Warlord Unarmed
Cynthia Sax
Ellora’s Cave
WARLORD UNARMED is the second part in Cynthia Sax’ Warlord series. In Warlord Unarmedwarlordunarmed_9781419945571_msr

Murad arrives to help Gale repair her ship. When he sees Gale he knows that

she is his mate.
Gale has long learned not to trust people or get to attached.
WARLORD UNARMED is hilarious. Yes it has scenes that could cause your fingers to
suffer third degree burns but the humor in it will have laughing out loud. Gale has
an itchy trigger finger and is not afraid to use it. Readers will also want to hug
Gale as they learn why she has trouble trusting anyone.
Murad has long been considered the nonserious brother but he prooves that even
the most even tempered man can be formidable when it comes to his mate.
Cynthia Sax just gets better and better with each new release and the Warlord series
is my favorite so far. Every time I get a new release from Cynthia Sax I want to jump
all over it and read it but then I drag it out cause I do not want it to end.
If you are looking for a hot sexy funny read then go and purchase WARLORD UNARMED today.

A Broken Man by Brooklyn Wilde

A Broken Man
Brooklyn Wilde
Etopia Press


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Ethan Hendrix is recuperating from a serious accident. The doctors had given him little
hope of walking again. He reluctantly starts physical therapy with Sarah Portman. Sarah is a no nonsense physical therapist who doesn’t let Ethan live in self pity.
Once he acknowledges that he does need help Ethan gets the idea to hire Sarah as his livein

A BROKEN MAN by Brooklyn Wilde takes readers on an emotional ride with Ethan and Sarah. They
both have baggage they need to overcome. Ethan learning to accept the limitations that he
has and Sarah as a struggling single mom. The love scenes between Ethan and Sarah are smoking
hot but the tenuous relationship between Ethan, Sarah and her son Jared will surely melt the coldest of hearts. Not to mention the sweet dog that Ethan adopts Dame.
If you are looking for something that will make you reach for a tissue one minute and reach
for something ice cold the next then click on the link to purchase your copy of A BROKEN MAN by Brooklyn wilde.


Can passion heal a broken man?

Ethan Hendrix never needed anyone. But when a car accident leaves him wheelchair-bound, Ethan has nowhere to turn. Ethan’s terrified he may never walk again, much less run the business he worked so hard to build. Angry, alone, and afraid of being forced into a long-term care facility, Ethan reaches out to an unlikely source for help.

Physical therapist Sarah Portman has no patience for self-pity. So when Ethan asks Sarah to move in and be his caretaker, she thinks he’s lost his mind. But Ethan is desperate. In such close quarters, Sarah isn’t sure she can fight the intense sexual connection between them. Can Sarah help Ethan overcome his physical disability or will she be overcome by physical attraction?


“I can’t do this.” Ethan’s muscles trembled as he strained against the unmoving bar. “I can’t fucking do this.” He slumped back into the chair. A bead of sweat had formed at his left temple.


“Don’t beat yourself up. It’s your first day. Besides, it’s only been, what…?” Sarah flipped up a page on her clipboard to look back at Ethan’s intake form. “Three months since the car accident? You’re doing great.”


“This is pointless.”


“It’s not pointless. The initial eval helps me to put together your physical therapy plan.”


“I’m not talking about the goddamn evaluation. I’m talking about everything. Everything.”


Sarah put her pencil down and looked at Ethan, studying his face. “So why are you here?”


Ethan opened his mouth to speak and shut it again. The question was simple enough, but he couldn’t seem to find an answer.


“I’m serious. What did you come here for if you really think it’s hopeless?”


“It is! Do you even know what the doctors said?”


“That’s not an answer.” Sarah’s eyes were trained on Ethan, daring him to say something. “No one forced you to come here, which can only mean one thing. Whatever the doctors said didn’t convince you.”


Her voice was level and calm, but that tone of practiced patience grated on him. She spoke to him as if he were a dull child, not a man whose life had just been ripped away from him. She patted his legs soothingly, and he stared down at the place where she’d touched him. He hadn’t felt a thing.


Ethan huffed in response. “Whatever. It’s a waste of time.”


“You’re not wasting my time. I get paid the same whether you do the work or not. It’s your dime, buddy.”


“That’s right. What do you even care? I’m just another paycheck to you.”


A wry smile spread across Sarah’s lips. “You caught me. Physical therapy isn’t just about the glamour.” She gestured around the room at the workout machines and therapy tables. “We’re really just in it for the money. I mean, look at what my disgruntled patients’ hard-earned dollars get me.” She nodded to the window. Through it he saw a ten-year-old Honda Civic with a fading paint job baking in the sun.


Ethan’s shoulders sagged as he let out a slow breath, like a balloon deflating. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Smart ass.” Though he tried hard to bite it back, a wisp of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.


The front door flew open, and the bells hanging from it jangled when they crashed against the glass. Ethan looked up just as a young boy on a skateboard whizzed inside. With a grunt, the boy popped the board up into the air, and it skidded across the bottom bar of one of the exercise machines. He landed with a thwack and slammed his back foot down on the lip of the board, causing it to leap up into his hand. The kid didn’t seem to be in need of any physical therapy. What was this, a clinic or a skate park?


“New board?” Sarah held out her hand for a quick high five.


“Yep, got it for my birthday.”




The boy plopped onto the floor and dug a large box out of his backpack. Ethan cleared his throat in annoyance, yanking Sarah’s attention away from the boy.


“Oh sorry,” she said. “Ethan Hendrix, meet Bradley the Bionic Boy.”


Bradley nodded and uttered a quick “’sup.”


Ethan crossed his arms over his chest. Just then, Bradley got the box open and handed Sarah a large metal object shaped like a scythe.


“Bitchin’.” She turned it over in her hands, admiring the strange-looking object. Finally, she held it out to Ethan. “Bradley here just got his first set of running legs. Wanted to stop by and take them for a quick spin. This should only take a minute.”


Running legs? Ethan heard the words but couldn’t work out what they meant until he saw Bradley roll up his jeans and remove his standard prosthetic legs, revealing stumps just below his knees. The realization took Ethan’s breath away.


Bradley set the prosthetics to the side, still clad in sneakers and white athletic socks. Sarah handed over the running leg, and he fitted it onto his left stump. Compared to the standard prosthetics, the running blade looked sleek and futuristic, like something out of a sci-fi movie. Bradley pulled the other blade from its box and placed it onto his right stump. In an instant, he was up onto the blades, bouncing and feeling them out. Ethan couldn’t believe how quickly the kid adapted to the new limbs.


Sarah probed around the base, checking the fit. “How do they feel? Any pinching?”


“Nope. They feel good.”


She demonstrated the proper motion and checked Bradley’s form while he took a few practice steps.


“All right.” She gave the kid a conspiratorial glance. “Let’s do this.”


With that, the two of them took off through the aisles. The jog turned into a run when they took the corner and reached a full-blown sprint by the time they made their first lap. Ethan felt like he was watching a bird take flight for the first time. The boy’s movements were awkward at first, but quickly turned graceful, effortless. Sarah jokingly put a hand on his chest and pushed herself ahead, which only spurred him on.


“Really push off and throw your weight into it.” She was running as hard as she could, and the words came out in a short staccato between breaths.


Bradley took to the running legs like a duck to water, and he was pulling away from her with every step. She finally gave in and slowed to a stop. She was breathing heavily by the time she made her way back over to Ethan. Bradley ran another full lap before bringing it home. He spread his arms open for a hug, but misjudged the distance and wound up tackling Sarah to the ground. The two of them collapsed into a heap, laughing hysterically. They could have been brother and sister. Ethan couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed like that, and he didn’t think he ever would again.


“A little rough on the landing, but not bad for your first time out.” Sarah gave Bradley a push, and he bounded upright. He was already stuffing his everyday legs, calves first, back into his backpack by the time Sarah managed to get herself up off the floor. The sneakered feet stuck comically out of the unzipped compartment.


“I’ve gotta go,” he said. “I’m meeting my friends at the park to show these babies off. Think I’ll be good enough for the track team next year?”


“No question.”


Bradley nodded in Ethan’s general direction and turned to leave. The bells clanged just as hard when Bradley hit the door on his way out as they had when he came in. Sarah was still smiling when she turned her attention back to Ethan, who was eyeing her curiously.


“Did you plan that?” he asked.




“Did you ask him to stop by here?”


“No, why would I do that?”


“To make me feel like an asshole.”


That earned a round of laughter from Sarah, and for the first time, Ethan realized how pretty she was. Her cheeks were flushed from the exercise, and a few strands of hair had fallen from her ponytail and hung loose about her face. She collapsed into the chair in front of him.


“No,” she said when she finally caught her breath. “But I should have.”


“He’s a real pity-party pooper.”


“That he is.”


“What happened to him anyway?”


“Nothing. Bradley was born without any legs. Can’t miss something you never had.”


“You’re good with kids. You treat him like he’s a grown-up.”


“Well, sometimes kids can be very grown-up, and sometimes adults can be big old babies.” She looked pointedly at him.


“Touché. I guess I don’t have it as bad as I thought.”


“Tell me, what exactly did the doctors say?”


Ethan leaned back in his wheelchair and stared down at his lifeless lower half. “That even though my spinal cord wasn’t severed, I’ll probably never walk again. They said I’m lucky to be alive, and if I hadn’t been wearing my seatbelt, I wouldn’t be.”


“You are lucky. Probably is better than definitely.” She patted Ethan’s thighs. “No catheter or colostomy bag?”


Ethan reddened at the suggestion and shook his head vehemently.


“Look, if you’ve still got control of your mind and your bowels, you’ve got nothing to complain about.”


“Are you always such a goddamned optimist?”


“Comes with the job. You want someone to listen to you whine? See a shrink.”


“I don’t need a shrink.”


“Okay then. Time to buck up and get your ass to work.”



Review Gascon Victors and the Batty Beautician by Kate Hill

Gascon Victors and the Batty Beautician

by Kate Hill
Changeling Press


Gascon Victors likes to play matchmaker and has set his sights on Harrison an artist and Mia
who is a beautician that also happpens to have a strange fascination with bats. When Mia sees
a pamphlet for an art show featuring bats she can not help but not go. When she meets the man
behind the paintings she is immediately drawn to him.

GASCON VICTORS AND THE BATTY BEAUTICIAN is a sweet erotic romance by Kate Hill. Love at first
site is one of my favorite storylines but sometimes you have a hard time believing the
characters fell for each other so quickly. This is not the case between Harrison and Mia
you can sense the immediate connection between them. I loved the fact that there was
no drama to separate them.

If you are looking for a quick read romance that will leave you feeling good after the last
page then definitely pick up GASCON VICTORS AND THE BATTY BEAUTICIAN by Kate Hill.


Gascon Victors and the Batty Beautician
Kate Hill
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Copyright ©2013 Kate Hill

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Gascon Victors stood in the dark tower on top of the city library. He stared across the street at the lit attic room of the old Victorian house where Harrison worked on his latest painting.
Talented and successful, Harrison was a man of unusual taste and a quiet demeanor. Despite his secret desire for someone to share his life with, he had yet to find his soulmate.

Gascon knew the woman Harrison was meant for. Smiling faintly, he waved his hand and sent his magic across the warm spring night to the unsuspecting artist whose deepest cravings were about to be fulfilled…

* * *

Harrison glanced out the window of his attic studio and gazed at the dark, cylindrical tower of the library across the street. Using the view for inspiration, he turned his attention back to his paper.

He enjoyed mixing fantasy and reality in his art and he specialized in gothic settings. A close-up of the tower was the background for his work-in-progress. Closing his eyes, he focused on the fantasy forming almost magically in his mind.

In the torch-lit tower window, a shapely woman appeared, her back to Harrison. Her hair was piled on top of her head. As her lush hips swayed to exotic music, she reached up and loosened her hair. It tumbled down her shoulders and back. She continued dancing, her body undulating in a way that made Harrison’s heart beat faster and his cock swell. Maybe she was reminiscent of the dancers he had seen during his travels to Egypt and Morocco.

No. She was different.

His eyes still closed, he drew a slow breath and touched his pencil to the paper. Focused on the exotic, dark-haired beauty in his mind’s eye, he let his hand flow. He’d created some of his best works with his eyes closed, but no daydream had ever been quite this real. If only she would turn around and show him her face.

Her arms lifted and fluttered gracefully to her sides. Turning, she revealed the curve of her full breasts and the indentation of her waist. The slight swell of her belly made his cock tighten. Curvy women did something to Harrison.

Then she turned to him. Her face was concealed by a mask of black and white feathers. His stomach clenched and his heartbeat quickened.

The woman’s hands swept her breasts and ribs. They roamed over her hips and caressed her inner thighs. She disappeared from the tower and Harrison dropped his pencil.

He stepped closer to his window, straining to see her. A hand touched his shoulder. Since he was home alone, he should have been surprised, but somehow he knew it was her.

He turned and stared into her beautiful brown eyes that gazed at him from behind the feathered mask. When he reached for it, she lightly grasped his wrists. She wasn’t strong enough to stop him if he wanted to fight her hold, but if she wished to remain anonymous that was fine with him — even if it was his fantasy.

Taking her hand, he sank to the floor, tugging her with him. All light faded. He could no longer see the woman, but he felt her. She straddled him and caressed his chest, then she kissed him. Harrison stroked her thick, satiny hair. Then she sat back and moved down his body, gently whipping her hair over his chest.

Harrison groaned. His heart pounded and his hands trembled a bit as he hurried to unfasten his pants. This was the best fantasy he’d ever had and he didn’t want it to fade. Kicking off his trousers, he reached for his cock, then spread his legs as he stroked himself, still focused on the woman in his mind.

She kissed and caressed his inner thighs. Her soft, moist lips teased him. Usually Harrison was too involved in his art to think about women. Not that he didn’t have urges, but a few quick strokes in the shower was generally enough to get his attention back on his work. From his youth he’d traveled the world, but all his experiences had focused on history and art. Somehow he’d never found a woman to fill the void in his heart — one that by now he believed would remain empty all his life.

It had been a long time since he’d had a fantasy as detailed and pleasurable as this one. If only he could see her face.

He stroked his cock while trying to imagine what she looked like. His thoughts drifted as she touched her warm lips to the base of his cock. She swirled her tongue around its length until she reached the tip. Harrison’s thumb teased the underside of his cock head, mimicking the flicks of her tongue.

Breathing heavily, his heart pounding, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

His hips thrust while he stroked himself faster and harder, all the while imagining the mysterious woman sucking and licking him.

Harrison groaned as he came, writhing on his studio floor, his eyes closed and his mind reeling.

If only this woman were real…

Review: Serenity’s Wish by Jessica Coulter Smith

Serenity’s Wish
Jessica Coulter Smith
Changeling Press


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Serenity knows she hasn’t much time before her bad heart gives out. Knowig this
she agrees to go with the alpha vampire Aide in place of her sister but she
didn’t count on falling in love with Julian.

SERENITY’S WISH by Jessica Coulter Smith is a vampire romance which will make readers root
for Julian and Serenity to be together against all odds including the head vampire and serenity’s lack of time. The love scenes are hot and Julian is the type of hero anyone would
want. There is just something about a guy who will comb his mate’s hair. I really kept
hoping that more pages would magically appear and that this would have been longer.

Get SERENITY’S WISH if you want something that melt your insides as it melts your heart.


Tales of Moonspell 3: Serenity’s Wish
Jessica Coulter Smith
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Copyright ©2013 Jessica Coulter Smith

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Serenity sighed as she flipped through the television stations. She’d been at the Grant mansion for nearly a month, and she was beyond bored. TV, magazines, books… it was the same day after day. Since she’d come with Aiden Grant of her own free will, he trusted her to roam the grounds, but she could only see the gardens so many times.

She missed being able to run to the grocery store, or go to the mall, or hang out with her friends. She missed her friends most of all, but she’d known when she agreed to this deal that she would never see them again. Despite what Aiden had said about Daniela being his bride, Serenity doubted he would feel the same about her, leaving Serenity to her fate.

It wasn’t that she regretted her choice. If she had to do it over again, she would still change places with Daniela. Making sure Hayden had his mate was far more important than her freedom, especially since it was limited. She’d been diagnosed with a bad heart, and her doctor had only given her two months to live. Half of that had already passed. One more month and her body would give out.

She’d kept her health problem a secret from Aiden, and she hoped no one had noticed. She had excruciating pains every day, but she thought she’d masked it well. All the more reason to confine herself to her suite. She had to admit she’d been surprised thus far. She hadn’t expected to live this long, thinking someone would’ve taken a bite out of her by now, but it seemed Aiden had warned everyone away.

Serenity didn’t understand why since the man never came to see her since he’d left her in Julian’s hands that first night. It didn’t make any sense to her. Aidan had been in a hurry to claim Daniela, so why hadn’t he made an appearance? She’d wondered more than once if her size had anything to do with it. Her face might resemble Daniela’s, but the comparison ended there. Was Aidan disappointed? He had settled on her, after all. Not that she was complaining. If Aidan never came for her, she would be quite content. There was something cold and unfeeling about him, or at least that was Serenity’s impression of him.

Julian… now there was a man! He’d been kind to her, seen to her every need. Whether it was because he wanted to or because he was ordered to she couldn’t say, but regardless she appreciated everything he’d done for her. And with his silvery blond hair and brilliant blue eyes, he was more than easy on the eyes. His cool touch sent shivers down her spine, but the good kind. More than once she’d found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss him. Going a month without any kind of intimacy was difficult, not that she was overly experienced. Her attraction to Julian was based on pure lust, and possibly a little puppy love, but she wanted him and only him. There were plenty of other options if she only wanted a quick tumble, but that wasn’t enough for her. She’d had more than one vampire give her an inviting smile, and even a werewolf or two. She knew the werewolves were there as little more than slaves, but they were still nice to look at.

A glance out the window showed that the sun was setting, which meant the vampires would be rising. Not that they had to hide during the day. The special glass Aiden had installed in the mansion allowed them to roam freely during the day, but most still kept nocturnal hours.

Serenity rose and walked across the large room to look out the window at the setting sun. The sky was awash in oranges, pinks and purples, a breathtaking view. As she watched the sun sink below the horizon, a sharp, stabbing pain speared her. She grabbed her chest and fell to her knees, her eyes slamming shut. Every short breath was labored, each bringing more pain than the last. A tear trickled down her cheek as she prayed for the episode to pass.

Her door burst open, and a moment later strong arms slipped around her. She was pulled against a firm chest, a large hand smoothing her hair back from her face. Cool lips brushed against her temple.

“Tell me what I can do,” Julian said. “Tell me what’s wrong so I may help you.”

“Chest. Hurts. Can’t breathe.”

Julian held her close until the pain subsided. When she could breathe again and her chest only had a dull ache, she looked up at him. Concern was etched on his handsome face. She hated that he’d found her, that he now knew her secret. She wondered what he’d do with the knowledge.

“What was that?” he asked.

“It’s nothing. Just a chest pain.”

He shook his head. “That’s not ‘nothing,’ Serenity. You were in severe pain, to the point of not being able to breathe. Now, tell me what’s going on. What are you hiding?”

She winced. “You weren’t supposed to find out. No one was.”

“What weren’t we supposed to find out? How often does this happen?”

“Every day, usually several times a day. It’s gotten worse in the past few weeks. There’s medicine I can take, but it won’t make it go away, just delay it a bit.”

He frowned. “Delay what?”

She tried to pull away, but he held her tight. “I have a bad heart. I found out just before I was brought here.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“It means I’m dying,” she said quietly. “I didn’t tell Aiden because I knew he wouldn’t trade Daniela for me if he found out. Why would he want damaged goods?”

Julian dried the tears on her cheeks. “How long do you have?”

“About a month.”

He cupped her cheek in his hand. “Let me turn you, please.”

Review: Before And After Work Zenobia Renquist

Before And After Work
Zenobia Renquist
Changeling Press/Razor’s Edge
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I absolutely loved BEFORE AND AFTER WORK by Zenobia Renquist. If this sort of thing happened
in elevators in high rise buildings they would be a lot more crowded. Monday morning and after a late night watching movies Rachel is dragging but an erotic encounter in the elevator
makes her appreciate Mondays in a whole new light.
Later after work Rachel overhears her boss talking on the phone. The conversation gets her hot and she helps make his fantasy a reality.
If you are looking for a quick hot read that will have you wanting to run outside naked in the North Pole then definitely get BEFORE AND AFTER WORK. From the moment the elevator door closes behind Rachel and when she finally leaves work for the day you will be glued to your reader. In fact you may want to go reread it again in the hopes more pages will appear.
Before and After Work
Zenobia Renquist
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Copyright ©2013 Zenobia Renquist

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Rachel shouldn’t have stayed up to watch that thriller marathon last night. Mondays were hard enough without adding lack of sleep to the mix. She covered her mouth and yawned wide as she watched the elevator make its way slowly — this elevator was the slowest in the building — to the parking garage.
Her eyelids drooped. She had almost given in to the urge to close them and catch a quick micro-nap when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. She started to yawn again and had to stifle it. The top company executives stood watching her, waiting for her to enter so they could continue on their way.

Mr. Tedson, the company president, fixed his stern gaze on her and said in a gruff voice, “Good morning, Ms. Williams. Didn’t get enough sleep last night?”

“Good morning, sir. I stayed up watching movies and got to bed late. Sorry, sir,” Rachel said quickly. She boarded the elevator and faced the doors. The button for her floor was already pushed, so she stared at the seam of the doors and tried to think awake thoughts so she wouldn’t yawn again.

The leaders of the company stood behind her, headed to the same floor. From seven until nine every morning, this elevator was for the sole use of those who worked on the top floor. Rachel’s mornings were spent having to pretend she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed so she wouldn’t reflect unfavorably on her boss.

“I trust your lack of sleep won’t hinder your performance, Ms. Williams,” Mr. Tedson said.

She looked over her shoulder at him. Catching a glimpse at the others on the elevator, she said, “Of course not, Mr. Tedson. I got plenty of rest over the weekend. This morning is just starting a little slow.”

“Yes. Mondays usually do.” His gaze left hers to stare straight ahead.

Conversation over, it seemed. She faced the doors after a quick glance at the numbers. They hadn’t passed the second floor yet. Slowest elevator in the building.

Rachel startled when a hand cupped her ass. Her spine straightened and she swallowed. The hand was large with thick fingers — a man. Not Mr. Tedson. His hands were slender, like their owner. There were five other men on the elevator and two women. Rachel had her back to them all.

The man squeezed, digging his fingers under her ass cheek. He relaxed his hand and then did it again. A second hand palmed her other cheek. This one didn’t feel like the first. The hand was just as big but the fingers were longer and its owner tapped his fingers under her ass cheek, making it jiggle.

A third man — she assumed the callused fingers belonged to a third man — slid his hand up her left thigh and under the hem of her sheath mini-skirt so he could caress the lace top of her thigh-high stockings. The owner of the tapping hand worked with the owner of the squeezing hand and pulled Rachel’s skirt up so it bunched at her waist.

Cool air fanned over her exposed hips. The first two men resumed their earlier actions without the hindrance of her skirt while someone else slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her pussy.

He wiggled his fingers against her mons, making Rachel squeak.

Mr. Tedson asked in his usual gruff voice, “Is something wrong, Ms. Williams?”

“Nothing, sir.” She swallowed again and tried to keep herself from panting. Nothing wrong at all. Typical morning elevator ride to the office.

“You seem stiff, Ms. Williams.”

“I’m not, sir.”

The hand between her legs started moving back and forth, rubbing the length of her pussy. She pressed her thighs together in a bid to keep from shifting them from side to side. The men playing with her ass pushed the edges of her panties between her ass cheeks so they could touch her bare skin.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Ms. Williams?”

“Yes, sir. Fine.”

“I don’t think you are. Maybe this will help.” Mr. Tedson shifted so he stood directly behind her, dislodging the fondling hands.

The whisper of fabric against fabric preceded Mr. Tedson putting a bunched cloth — possibly his handkerchief — over her eyes and tying it behind her head. A blindfold. Her heart rate sped up and her clit twitched.

“There. Better, Ms. Williams?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Perfect.” He patted her ass. “Turn toward me.”

Review: Destined by Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer
Changeling Press


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Daisy has always considered Julian Moran to be her best friend even if he was a vampire. Julian wants Daisy but so does Adrian. Adrian is an ancient vampire and wants to claim
Daisy for his own. Julian will do everything in his power to make sure that Adrian will not get her and the only man Daisy will have for a mate is Julian.
Friends into lovers is one of my favorite storylines and with DESTINED by Megan Slayer not
only do readers get that they also get an awesome vampire romance also. What could be better??
The love scenes between Julian and Daisy are hot enough to turn an ancient vampire into ashes but the friendship between them is what will stay with readers even longer.
Megan Slayer creates a worldd where humans and vampires live together in her Haven House
series and I cannot wait to sink my teeth into the next installment.


“You’re the one he wants.”

Daisy North peered into the blackness of her back patio. Despite the time of night and near invisibility of the moon, the security lights lit the area well enough to see there wasn’t anyone in the back courtyard. Then who the hell was speaking about being the one someone wanted? She rubbed her arms to stave off the chill of the night air. A shiver streaked up her spine. Damn it, she knew she heard someone out in the shadows.

“Julian?” Daisy backed into her apartment and shivered. Her heart hammered as she awaited any sign he’d shown up. Julian Moran wasn’t like other men who posed for her. Then again, every other man she knew was quite alive. Her Julian walked with the dead.

Hers. He wasn’t exactly hers.

She locked the door with trembling fingers and yanked the curtain closed. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard the voices outside. Every night at midnight since Julian had begun posing for her, she’d heard someone speaking from her patio. Sure, she could calm a nervous terrier with the best of them and render a nude with finesse, but she wasn’t sure how she managed to acquire a stalker.

Leaning against the wall, she massaged her temples and measured her breaths. She should’ve paid more attention during the self-defense classes. Having an older brother teach her how to brawl wasn’t enough if some lunatic with a gun showed up and smashed into her living room. She could hit him in the eyes with a crushed charcoal stick, but what would that do? Stun him for a second? Maybe.

The jangle of her doorbell jerked her from her musings. She clutched her chest and padded into the front room. Please let it be Julian. Please.

At the same time, she silently chuckled at herself. Did she actually rely on him as her protector? Not in the technical sense, but it didn’t hurt that the man was made of solid, rippling muscle.

“Daisy, sweetheart, you have to unlock the door.”

She dragged oxygen into her lungs and let it out slowly. Julian. He’d followed her for at least the past eighteen months as a protector. From what? She wasn’t sure, but she enjoyed the connection they shared — like two peas in a pod. He understood her, and she got him.

When she tugged the steel door open, Julian smiled on the other side of the threshold. The soft cotton of his dress shirt molded to the sharp planes of his chest, and the denim clung to the defined muscles of his tapered legs.

“Hi, handsome.” She shoved the screen door open. “Come in and keep me company.”

“All you had to do was ask for me.” The gravelly velvet of his voice wrapped around her. He strode into the living room and whipped around, shucking his fedora. He tossed the hat onto the couch, and his expression hardened. Creases formed, marring his smooth forehead. “You heard them, didn’t you? Damn it.”

No beating around the bush with Julian. She locked the door and folded her arms. “Same thing as the last three nights. ‘You’re the one he wants.’ What does it mean?”

Julian pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. “It means they aren’t going away, and we need to have a talk.”

“Talk. Sounds ominous.” A shiver slid up her spine despite her jovial tone. Her blood turned to ice in her veins. Of all the times she’d talked about nothing and everything with Julian, he’d never looked quite so serious.

“It also means I can’t leave you alone, sweetheart.”

“I can’t say I’m disappointed.” She’d wanted him to stick around plenty of times, especially once the sun rose. The idea of being the woman in his life — well, his undead life — sent a rush of heat to her core. Julian touched something inside her so deep, like to the depths of her soul deep.

“What are you saying?” He dropped his hand and stared at her, expressionless. “Tell me.”

“I want to know what’s going on and, honestly, having you around isn’t a bad thing. Why do you think I have you pose for me every time I need a nude?” She looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “You’re a sexy man. Any woman would die to have you hang around.” She winced at her word choice. “I mean, you make great eye candy.” Turning away, she waved her hand. “Never mind.”

No matter what she said, it came out awkward. So much for sounding like a level-headed adult.

“I’m handsome? For more than just a drawing or painting?” He eased up behind her, smoothing his fingers over her shoulders and sending tingles through her body. His breath tickled her ear. “You’re sexy, too.” His cock threaded between her ass cheeks. “Makes it hard to behave myself.”

Julian nipped the soft spot where her shoulder met her neck. She fisted her hands and her pussy quivered. She loved the banter they shared — when he baited her, flustered her, and ran with her compliments, like a good lothario should. All vampires knew their sex appeal, and most used it for no-strings fornication, but not Julian Moran. Not yet. If he knew he was hot, sexy, and delicious, he kept it on the extreme down low. But not tonight.

“Stop thinking and let yourself feel.” In a light caress, he turned her around and tucked her close against his body. “Live in the moment.”

Streetwise: Memphis Heat 2 Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland

StreetWise: Memphis Heat 2
Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland
Changeling Press


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Someone is targeting Memphis cops and turning them into werewolves. The question is why?
Officers Butch Carson and his partner Regan “Sundance” O’Malley are the latest recruitments
as they try to adjust to their new reality and find out who or what is targeting
the MPD.
STREETWISE:MEMPHIS HEAT 2 is the sequel to STAKEOUT:MEMPHIS HEAT 1 and it is as good if not
better then the first one. Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland are a great example of
when collaborations work. These two should be made to have a new Memphis Heat book out every
month. The scenes between Butch and Sundance are hot as Sundance finally gets Butch where she
wants him in her bed, in the shower and any other place she can have him.
If you have not read the first one in the series I suggest you buy both at the same time because you will want to definitely read them back to back and then you will be in the same boat as I am waiting for Memphis heat 3 which cannot come out fast enough.


Memphis Heat 2: Streetwise
Marteeka Karland and Shelby Morgen
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“Nothing says white trash like a street brawl.”

“You think we should stop them?”

Butch Carson munched on his steak sub, not overly concerned. “Hell, no. I’m betting on the redhead.”

Regan winced as the shorter blonde woman fisted the redhead’s braid and yanked for all she was worth. “We should call the cops.”

Butch arched an eyebrow at his new partner. “We are the cops.”

“You know what I mean. Kiddy cops. Child Services. We’ve got to do something. Look at that poor little boy. He doesn’t need to see this.”

Butch sighed. “You ever worked with Child Services? I don’t think that’s necessary. He can’t be as traumatized as he would be with a visit from Child Services.”

Regan turned to give him that look — the one with the brows all squished together and the lips getting thin. A look like that had led to his last divorce. “You don’t want to do the paperwork.”

“What makes you think I’d do the paperwork? That’s what rookies are for. I’ve got seniority.” She didn’t laugh, so he sighed again and stuffed what was left of his sub back in its paper. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?” He pointed at the couple in the alley. “You know what that kid looks like to me?”

She wrenched the door open, hand on her radio. He jumped out of the car, running after her, but the rookie was already in over her head. “Requesting backup, South Main and Vance,” Butch keyed as he ran after his partner — and the couple retreating down the alley. The dead-end alley. Out of sight of the main street. “Fuck.” Some days he hated being right.

“Butch?” He knew Regan saw the trap now, too. She was trying to keep the fear out of her voice. “What — what do they — what does he look like to you?”

All pretense of their scuffle gone, the blonde and the redhead turned to face them, dropping down on all fours, lips furled back to reveal wickedly sharp teeth. The little boy dropped to the asphalt between them, bawling his eyes out. Another, older wolf moved through the pack that had appeared out of nowhere, surrounding them, scooping the kid up to whisk him out of harm’s way.

Butch crouched low, pistol at the ready. “Bait. He looks like bait.”

Regan’s voice went stiff and formal. “It’s been a pleasure serving with you. Even if I did get the Sundance nickname all over the precinct because of you.”

“Fuck that,” Butch swore. “I’m not going down without a fight. Whatever the hell they are, they breathe. They can still die. Aim for the eyes, and don’t stop till you run out of lead.”

* * *

“You’ve stumbled into a turf war,” Sanderson drawled. “Memphis is ours. We don’t know why the Russians are here, either. Yet. But we will. So the question is, cop, whose side are you on?”

Jarod looked down at Belle, pulling those FBI sweats back over her head. “That’s easy. Mine.”

From behind the big blond Alpha, another, shadowed figure stepped forward. Jarod’s world turned upside down again. “Colonel?”

Sanderson’s lips peeled back in a snarl. “You FBI, kid? Or are you still Memphis PD?”

Jarod shook his head. “Memphis PD, born and bred. MPD will always come first. No one asked me about this FBI gig. Just shoved it down my throat.” He glanced back at the colonel, wishing someone would tell him what the fuck was going on.

Colonel Roberts grinned at him. “Welcome to the Fraternal Order of Police. Memphis style.”

“But… Sanderson.” Jarod glanced over at the grizzled wolf shifter. “I arrested you.”

“Undercover. Need to know. You didn’t. Not then.”

“And now?”

“Now there’s a lot you two need to know. Let’s get down to work.”

* * *

Belle chewed her lip, looking down at the pair in recovery.

“Damn it, Jarod, this is the third time this week. We’ve got to put a stop to this.”

“Yeah, well, at least the ranks are stronger.”

She didn’t appreciate his cheeky grin. “Not funny. You know how this whole werewolf thing turned our lives upside down. Sundance there is a rookie. She had her whole life ahead of her.”

“She still does.” Jarod shrugged. “And now, no one will call her the Sundance Kid anymore. Or if they do, I’m certain she can… take care of it.”

Belle slugged him in the shoulder. Hard as his muscles were, she knew it didn’t really hurt, but he made her feel better by pretending it did. “I’m serious.” She huffed out a breath, trying to blow a strand of hair out of her eyes. “If we knew exactly what we were dealing with concerning the Russians, I might not feel so badly. As it is, we’re not so much circling the wagons as chasing our tails.”


She punched him again, for good measure. “Smart ass.”

“Ow! Stop hitting me!”

“Stop being a shit.”

Jarod’s expression went dead serious. “You know, I’m not even sure there are any Russians.”

Jarod might be an ass, but he was an astute ass. If his gut told him something was off about the Russians — besides the whole werewolf thing — then she trusted him. Not that she’d give him the satisfaction of ever agreeing with him.

“If not the Russians, then who?”

Jarod shook his head. “I don’t know, but it’s too convenient. We need more werewolf cops to handle this situation, and in three days we got three new teams. All single. All married to the job.” He looked down at the clipboard in his hands. “And all veterans. Just like us. Combat trained. Well, all but Sundance there, and she’s an Air Force vet. Maybe she doesn’t have a lot of street experience, but I wouldn’t call her the typical rookie.”

“Three teams we couldn’t have handpicked better. Someone has put a lot of thought into this.” Belle crossed her arms over her chest, studying Jarod. She knew that look.

“Yeah. And I don’t like it one bit.”

“That makes two of us. What you wanna do about it?”

“I’m ready to stop playing chase the rabbit. Time we turned the tables on these cop hunters. Let’s show ’em what real wolves look like.”



Review Even Groomsmen Get the Blues by J.S. Wayne

Even Groomsmen Get the Blues
J.S. Wayne
Changeling Press


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Ben Grimm has never really been fond of weddings, this one is even worse because it
was supposed to be a double wedding and he was supposed to be the other groom. It had
been months since his cheating ex dumped him but a chance encounter during the
reception has Ben ready to leave his ex in the past and perhaps start a new future
with Melanie.

EVEN GROOMSMEN GET THE BLUES is another example of the Flash Fiction weekends that
takes place on Changeling Press’ email loop. Once we read J.S’ contribution we
had to read more and thank goodness he listened. There are very few guys that I know
of that write romance really well and J.S. is one of them. I also think that
there is more to Melanie and Ben’s story. I would love to read a followup and I know
other readers will feel the same.

This was the first book I have read from J.S. Wayne and cannot wait to read his next
release. Hopefully sooner then later.



Being single and lonely sucked even worse when he had to dress up in a monkey suit and dance around acting all happy for his best friend, Ben Grimm reflected. He loved Mike like a brother, but right now he wanted nothing more than to “adjust” Mike’s teal bow tie until he choked the idiotic, I’m-so-in-love grin off the groom’s face.
“Jack and Coke,” he yelled to the bartender over the thudding beat of the music. The bartender nodded and bustled off to take the order of a rowdy crew at the other end. Ben sighed, running a hand through his ash blond hair, and peeked at the clock surreptitiously, wondering how much longer good manners demanded he stay. Being a single guy at a wedding sucked syphilitic goat peckers, Ben ruminated. The few decent-looking women on display were either taken, too young, or eyeballing another potential conquest, which left him out in the cold.

He didn’t begrudge Mike and Lacey their happiness, and he certainly didn’t want to be a cloud on their day. If Veronica hadn’t done what she had, this would have been a double wedding.

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride, he thought sardonically, checking the clock again. His feet ached from standing for most of the day, his lower back was starting to spasm from an overly enthusiastic turn on the dance floor with a cute nine-year-old girl who had a charming lisp and who’d developed the kind of prepubescent crush he just didn’t have the heart to turn down, and he felt the beginnings of a low-grade migraine settling in at the back of his head. He’d have one drink, make his excuses, and get the hell away from all this lovey-dovey bullshit.

“Got a date?” a husky feminine voice murmured in his ear, downy soft lips brushing his sensitive lobe.

He whipped his head to the right ruthlessly enough to wrench his neck and provoke a strangled curse. When he saw the speaker, whiplash tumbled to the bottom of his priorities list. She can’t be… His jaw dropped, and a gibbering voice in his head screamed, Say something, stupid!

“Were you talking to me?” Ben’s mouth felt even drier.

The redhead laughed, exposing the creamy sweep of her throat and rolling her shoulders so the tips of her breasts pressed against the teal satin of her gown. “I thought if I didn’t come talk to you, you were either going to slip out the door or jump out the window.” Her large eyes, the exact shade of her dress, played over him appraisingly. “I’m Melanie.”

He stuck his hand out awkwardly. “Ben.”

She took the offered hand. His cock pressed uncomfortably against his zipper, responding to her heat. Six months of enforced monkitude had done nothing to make his errant manhood behave itself, and Melanie was sexy enough to push every hot button he had just by engaging in basic social contact. For a moment he entertained a fantasy of her spread-eagled on a bed while he took her, and he locked the erotic thought down fast. If he’d been a little quicker, he might have avoided the painful erection the woman before him had triggered.

Melanie pulled away, sliding her gaze south of his cummerbund as if mentally subtracting his tuxedo from the equation.

“You planning to drill through the wall? Or can I suggest a better use for that?”

Ben flushed. “I’m not sure what you mean…”

Melanie cut him off with the faintest hint of an eye roll. “Sure you’re not. Look, I’m lonely, horny, and need to fuck. You’re obviously up to the job — unless you’re here with someone?”

He growled a little. “Unless you count the groom, no.”

She nodded. “I’m with Lacey’s party.” She paused for a moment, looking up at him with great significance. “I’ve been watching you.”

Ben’s eyebrow lifted skyward. “Oh?”

“Lacey told me what Veronica did to you. We work together,” she added. “I’ve always thought Veronica was a stuck-up little c –”

“Young lady?” Ben asked, keeping his tone just on the socially acceptable side of polite as he parried the epithet he knew trembled on Melanie’s luscious lips. He didn’t want to talk about Veronica. He didn’t want to think about Veronica, even though he privately agreed with Melanie’s stance on his ex-fiancee at this point. At the moment he only wanted to take Melanie anywhere he could hike up the hem of her expensive dress and ball her into Nirvana without the immediate universe seeing him.

Melanie was hot enough to melt steel, but that clearly didn’t make her dense. Quickly, she changed the subject. “Do you want to… go somewhere else?”

Ben didn’t need to be asked twice. “Where did you have in mind?”

Melanie grinned and seized his hand. She started towing him across the floor, adding a little extra flounce to her backside as she walked for Ben’s benefit. “How would you like to do something really naughty?

Review Hot Skies by Cynthia Sax

Review: Skies on Fire
Cynthia sax
Changeling Press
Science Fiction
Extremely hot

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SKIES ON FIRE is the third in the Operation series from Cynthia Sax. To say
this is the hottest one of the three is an understatement. Reissen wants to
bond with Jayla the human female that he knows is his mate. But he also is
sworn to guard the captain of the Bliss. When the captain orders him to
go to Jayla what else is he to do but follow the orders of his captain?

The scenes between Jayla and Reissen burns hotter then two suns in the sky. The Dracheon
must bond with their mate three times and in SKIES ON FIRE each bonding act is hotter
then the last. Cynthia Sax takes readers on a sexy hot romp through space that they
will not be able to stop reading until the last hot scene.
Cynthia Sax just gets better with each release. I cannot wait to see what she has
coming next.

Operation Bliss 3: Skies on Fire
Cynthia Sax
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“Lieutenant Reisen, are you there?” Jayla’s beautiful face flickered on Reisen’s personal viewscreen. Her gray eyes were wide with fear, her light green flight suit had been torn, exposing pale skin, and her normally restrained white-blonde curls tumbled over her shoulders.
Protect mate. Reisen folded his fingers into tight fists, struggling to control his inner-Drache, that primitive part of his personality clouding his rational thinking. He couldn’t protect Jayla. He was honor-bound to stay on the bridge and safeguard Captain Zahara from the alien seeking her.

“I’m here, nebel.” The endearment slipped from his lips.

“I need a favor.” Metal clanged, and Jayla looked over her shoulder, her slight shoulders trembling. Blue scales shimmered over Reisen’s fingers. The urge to rush through the corridors of the spacecraft to keep her safe threatened to overwhelm his rigid sense of duty.

“Could you take care of my plants until the captain finds a replacement botanist?” Jayla leaned forward as though seeking to be closer to him. “One specimen might be the discovery we’ve been searching for and –” Flesh pounded against metal, and she jumped in her seat, her fear palpable and painful to witness.

“You’ll take care of them yourself,” Reisen growled, unable to contemplate a life without his tiny human mate. She was the sun to his moon, the day to his night, his reason for being, his everything.

Jayla’s laugh held no humor. “I’m a scientist, remember? Three massive Vladium males struck senseless with an alien virus and intent on copulating with one small human female doesn’t bode well for my odds of survival.”

She pressed her hand against the viewscreen. Reisen covered the image with his much larger hand. Sharp claws protruded from his fingertips.

“Hide,” he urged, having never before felt so powerless, so torn between professional and personal duty. “Lock yourself into one of your specimen cabinets. Once I defeat the alien, I’ll find you, protect you.”

“I know you’ll try.” Her smile was heartbreakingly brave. “You’re a good male, Reisen. That kiss in the alcove was the happiest moment of my life.” She touched her lips, her eyes resembling the mist on his home planet. “Live a life of honor,” she whispered, repeating the Dracheon phrase he’d taught her. The image on the viewscreen faded to black, and Reisen stifled his howl of outrage.

“Go to her.” Captain Zahara stood before him on the bridge, facing the main viewscreen, her hands clutched behind her back, her shoulders unrelentingly straight. A white planet loomed in the distance, unnamed and unexplored, their destination before the outbreak began. “She needs you.”

Reisen leveled a hard look on the female he’d been hired to safeguard. She’s sending me on an errand, as she’s sent the rest of her crew on errands, locking them out once they left Alpha level. He pushed away from the console and rose to his booted feet, unable to sit while his two females — his captain and his mate — were in danger. “My duty is to protect you.”

“No, your duty as a crewmember of this ship is to obey me, your captain.” Captain Zahara turned her head and met his gaze. “And there’s no conflict between that duty and protecting me,” she added, her tone softer. “He won’t hurt me.”

Why does she sound so certain? Reisen narrowed his eyes.

“Remember when you told me your destiny was to serve upon the Bliss?” The captain pivoted on her boot heels to fully face him, her gaze unflinchingly direct.

Reisen glanced at his personal viewscreen. Jayla was his destiny, his future, his mate. He nodded glumly, not trusting his voice.

“This alien being is my destiny. I tried to run from him.” The captain scowled, her permanently tanned skin darkening. “And that bad decision unfortunately has endangered my crew.” She returned to her captain’s chair, her strides long and sure. Captain Zahara had been born to lead; her father — Reisen’s hiring officer — was an admiral in the Galactic Alliance.

“No more lives will be lost.” She waved her hands dismissively, speaking with decisiveness as though she could control death. “As your captain, I order you to protect Lieutenant Jayla.” She lowered herself regally into the worn leather seat and tapped on her viewscreen with a short, blunt fingernail, refusing to look at him again.

Reisen stared at Captain Zahara, confused, his soul wishing to be with Jayla, his conscience forbidding him from leaving his captain’s side. “I report to the admiral.” Her father.

“You are on my ship. You report to me. That was our agreement.”

Reisen said nothing. That had been their agreement. Captain Zahara refused to allow him to board the Bliss if he didn’t comply. He’d had no choice. Protecting her was his sworn duty.

“Go.” The captain’s voice rang with an authority even Reisen’s Drache responded to. “Before I have you locked up for insubordination.”

Locked up, he couldn’t protect anyone. A growl rumbled up Reisen’s chest, and he sprinted away from the bridge, toward the research quarters. Doors slid open and closed around him. The walls of the narrow corridors blurred.

He jumped over naked bodies writhing on the floor, their moans of frantic, pain-tinged pleasure pushing him to run faster. The alien had spread a virus, infecting the ship’s crewmembers with a sexual torment that could only be eased with orgasm. No other male would touch his mate!