Monday, March 22, 2010

Bedtime Stories: Pixie's Playmates by Anne Kane

Bedtime Stories: Pixie's Playmates

by Anne Kane
cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-405-4
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Bedtime Stories
Length: Hot Flash

When Bedtime Stories Press' review coordinator, Pixie, calls reviewer B.J. Smith into the office to discuss a bad review, she finds out "she" is two males. Very drool-worthy males.

They are adamant that the book they reviewed was too vanilla for Bedtime Stories Press. When the discussion on what they felt should have been included in the book turns into a kinky demonstration of assorted toys, what's a pixie to do?
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The door opened and Willafer stuck her head through. An elfish grin on her face warned Pixie that something was up. "There's a B.J. Smith waiting to see you. I've put them in the front interview office, so you'll have lots of room." A snicker escaped her lips. "The lock on the door is functional, and I'll be within earshot if you need any... erm... help." With a very unprofessional giggle, the Elf skipped away down the corridor to reception.

Pixie stood and sighed. Willafer could be such an Elf at times. Grabbing her tablet and stylus, she headed down to confront the unfortunate Ms. Smith. She paused at the doorway to plaster a pleasant smile on her face. It would be best to get past preliminary introductions before she ripped the hapless reviewer's self-respect to shreds.

Satisfied that she looked like a harmless pixie, she sashayed through the doorway. "Good morning, Ms. Smith..." Her voice trailed off and she stared in confusion. Two of the most mouthwatering men she'd seen in decades stood as she entered the room.

One dark. One blond. Tall. Muscular. Rugged. Those tight muscle shirts really didn't hide a lot, did they? And those faded jeans? Practically molded to the wide thighs and narrow waists. Pixie swallowed hard, all her righteous indignation evaporating in a rolling wave of lust.

"I'm sorry. You must be the new cover models Troll was expecting. I'll just go check with Willafer and see which room my party is in." With a sigh of regret, she turned to go.

The blond put a hand on her shoulder to stop her, his mouth twisted in a wry grin. "We're not cover models. We work for the construction crew down the road when we aren't busy reviewing books. We're B. J. Smith." He nodded at the dark-haired man. "That's Bill and I'm Jake. B.J."

Pixie tilted her head and tore her gaze away from the wide shoulders and six-pack abs. Damn, someone should put more clothes on these guys. Or maybe not. "You two men are the reviewer B.J. Smith? The one who thinks Conquistadors in Space is too vanilla?"

Jake grinned, a sexy stretch of lips over gleaming white teeth, and she felt flames of pure lust licking their way down her spine. Even that slightly embarrassed shrug of his shoulders looked sexy. "Bedtime Stories Press sets high standards for kink. While it was well written and a nice story, we felt the work should have been spicier."

The darker of the two chimed in. "Much spicier. I could have read that to my mother without blushing."

Pixie looked over at Bill and blinked, attempting to focus on something higher than the intriguing bulge in those tight jeans. She struggled to remember the plot of the book in question. "As I recall, there were two shape-shifters having rather gymnastically inclined sex in a zero-G chamber. At least four different sexual positions were involved. You wanted more?" Damn! That didn't come out nearly as caustic as when she'd practiced it this morning while B.J. Smith was still a woman.

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