Showing posts with label Alice Gaines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alice Gaines. Show all posts

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Thirsty Thursday - Stargazer Cocktail


Stargazer Cocktail made with 
Club Soda
Cranberry juice
Ice
Stoli Orange Vodka
Stoli Raspberry Vodka


pour vodka and blue curacao into tall glass over ice if desired. top up with lemonade or soda water. slowly pour grenadine down side of glass till it settles at bottom.





EXCERPT!

Captain Samuel Mayfair would have aborted this disastrous exploratory mission and taken the entire squad back to the ship if his damned com-unit had worked. But the device had gone dead right after he'd realized most of his crewmates were missing, and his navi-unit showed every direction pointing toward the planet's north pole so he couldn't even tell where the hell he was. To top all of that off, the only member of the squad who did remain was the one person of the hundreds on the Stargazer who got under his skin with almost everything coming out of her mouth.

Dr. Ilandra Veran, his Sensitive Officer, didn't seem the least bit phased by the situation. Instead, she'd affected her usual posture of pseudo-tranquility with her closed eyes and even breathing. Getting in touch with something's vibrations probably, even though they were the only sentient creatures here -- at least to the best of his knowledge. His intruder detector didn't work, either.

And what a weird-ass place this was. Not a building in sight, just vegetation. Trees, shrubs, flowers, grasses. Veran called it "lush," he called it green overload, city rat that he was. At least, his weapon seemed to function. He discharged it at a rock where the contact made a satisfying hiss and sent off a blast of heat.

The noise got the good doctor's attention, finally, because she jumped and plastered her hand over her heart. "Did you have to do that... sir?"

He could call her on lack of deference to his authority, but to be fair, he shouldn't enjoy startling her. "I wanted to see if any of my equipment worked... Doctor."

She reached to her belt and turned on her matter-analyzer. All the right lights and noises went off. "This seems fine."

"Good thing. If we can't get the hell off this dismal planet soon we may have to find something we can eat," he said.

"It's not dismal at all, sir."

He glanced around. The place was what lots of people would call lovely, if you liked that sort of thing. He'd had little experience with anything other than the depths of the metropolis he'd grown up in. The climate here was warm enough but not too hot, and the air hadn't been recycled a dozen or more times. They were supposed to explore, but they'd accomplish nothing without communication with the ship.

"I suppose you like it here," he said.

"I don't want to be stranded, and the rest of the squad disappeared," she said. "I wouldn't wish for any of that."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Do I hear a 'but' at the end of your assessment?"

"Overall, I get a feeling of benevolence from this place," she said. "There's a definite hum. Kind of a silent planetary song."

It was exactly that sort of statement that made him grind his rear teeth. If planets could sing, which they couldn't, how would their song be silent? Sensitive Officers were all the rage with the chain of command higher than his pay scale. And he had to admit there was some evidence they had creative ways of processing information more hardheaded types, like himself, didn't possess. So, he'd ended up with Ilandra Veran, PhD. And now she was staring at him with the expression saying she knew he didn't believe a damned thing she said and she didn't care. She didn't have to care. He couldn't fire her. If he'd had to end up stranded on an uninhabited planet with someone, why did the person have to be her?

Sure, she was easy to look at. Tall enough for her nose to come up to his chin, and with dark, wavy hair tumbling over her shoulders. She filled out her uniform in all the places that said "female," and her lips looked uncomfortably kissable. And yeah, he'd had more than one hot fantasy about her, during which she'd remained silent. But the light of irritation in her green eyes kept her from being too attractive to resist. The feeling was mutual.

"Do you have any sense..." He put more emphasis on the last word than necessary. "... about what happened to the others?"

Monday, February 24, 2014

DECADENT DECADE MONDAY by Alice Gaines

I haven't been with Changeling since the very first, but I signed on right around Changeling's first anniversary.  It was a bit of a fairy tale happy ending that turned out to be a beginning.  It starts out sad, but bear with me...

My husband of twenty-five years died on December 29, 2004 after an illness of only six weeks.  He went from (apparently) okay to dead before I could hardly catch my breath.  And the day he died, his pension company and the Social Security Administration informed me that I was losing both sources of income.  Yoiks!

Until then, I'd been sort of casual about my writing schedule.  I'd meet my deadlines, but between contracts, I'd fool around with this and that.  I actually wrote a non-romance (fantasy) with no sex to see if I could.  Now I had to find money.  I sorted through all my unpublished stories to get them ready to submit.  I got recommendations on publishers from my friends.

One Saturday morning in February of 2005, I sent off a partial to Changeling Press.  I figured they'd find it on Monday morning.  Twenty-seven minutes later, my phone rang.  There was an editor with an offer to buy and publish my story.

The Siren's Challenge was published in April.  My happy ending!

The happy ending turned to be a beginning.  The Siren's Challenge became the first story in a series of three about Telesian women taking human men as mates.  But Changeling and I kept going from there.

I wrote my first werewolves for Changeling, and Angela Knight did this gorgeous cover.  Isn't the wolf amazing?
At some point, I decided that if wolves could shift into humans, motorcycles ought to be able to do it, too.  So my  heroes for the Mannhof series were the heroine's bikes as well as their lovers.



I wrote elves and demons.  I wrote a fairy who let herself into a guy's house through his cat door.  I wrote a little green man who visited Earth on a sex vacation...a sexation!  I wrote a statue with a huge...ahem...tool who came to life.  I wrote hell as a casino where the payoffs came in sex and everyone won and where Lucifer was an incredible hunk.  Any screwy thing that entered my mind could be a story at Changeling.

A writer's dream!

My latest (but not last) story is Love Goddess.  A woman from another dimension wants to unite humans in love, but she can't seem to manage without the help of her best frenemy.  What will I think of next?

Monday, June 10, 2013

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Spotlight (09 June)

DRB1stChp hosted Changeling Press new release spotlight. Full first chapters online. Check them out:

** Time Pirate by Alice Gaines
(Erotic SciFi/Futuristic Romance, MMF)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/06/time-pirate-by-alice-gaines/

** Hard as a Rock by Sara Jay
(Erotic Paranormal Romance, MF)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/06/hard-as-a-rock-by-sara-jay/

** Silent Running (Coriolis 3) by Mychael Black
(Erotic SciFi/Futuristic BBW Romance, MMF)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/06/silent-running-by-mychael-black/

** You by Melyssa Jay
(Contemporary Erotica, MF)
http://drb1stchp.com/2013/06/you-by-melyssa-jay/


Revisit the new releases of 31 December 2012:

Wild Ones 4: Who? by Zoey Daniels
(Erotic MF Shifter SciFi Cougar Romance)
http://theloglineblog.blogspot.com/2013/06/who.html

Spaceport: Back Up Plan by Shelby Morgen
(Erotic MF SciFi/Futuristic Romantic Suspense)
http://theloglineblog.blogspot.com/2013/06/backup-plan.html

Whisper 4: Black Cat by Kate Hill
(Erotic MM Shifter Vampire Romance)
http://theloglineblog.blogspot.com/2013/06/black-cat.html

Razor's Edge: Predator by Melyssa Jay
(Dark Fantasy Erotica, MF)
http://theloglineblog.blogspot.com/2013/06/predator.html


--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://about.me/zenobiarenquist
Caveat Emptor Series :: Three couples caught in a war have only one solution -- peace. Si vis pacem, para bellum. :: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/caveat-emptor-series

Thursday, June 06, 2013

New Releases: 06 June 2013

Time Pirate by Alice Gaines $4.49
Genre(s): Futuristic, Science Fiction, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More,
gaylelatreille@yahoo.ca
Jax figures having two crewmates to keep her happy in the sack is a pretty good deal for a pirate!
Hard as a Rock by Sara Jay $3.49
Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Magic, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Canna is caught between a rock and a hard place. And she loves it!
Silent Running (Coriolis 3) by Mychael Black $3.99
Genre(s): Futuristic, Science Fiction, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Ménage, Bisexual and More, BBW, Men and Women in Uniform
Two Marines want Jordan. What's a woman to do?
You (Razor's Edge) by Melyssa Jay $1.99
Genre(s): Razor's Edge Press, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary)
There's nothing better than sex with the one who knows you best.
Available NOW at www.ChangelingPress.com

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Friday, January 18, 2013

Flash Fiction RoundUp: 18 Jan 2013

11 January 2013 Theme
You work at a candy shop and you're closing up for the evening when someone mysterious comes in asking for something sweet...


Mikala Ash
MAX GOES HUNGRY
(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/160329


Mychael Black
EDIBLE DECADENCE
(MM)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/160179


Vicki Burklund (editor)
MURDER BY CHOCOLATE
(MM)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/160169
EXTRA SPECIAL SWEETS
(MM)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/160226


Alice Gaines
THE CHOCOLATE SHOP
(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/160168


Sara Jay
I WANT CANDY
(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/160286


Anne Kane
A CHOCOLATE GAME
(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/160197


B.J. McCall
NOT SO SWEET
(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/160166


Ana Raine
ARTISTIC DELECTABLE
(MM)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/160224


Zenobia Renquist
SUGAR SHOCK
(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/160171



Stop by the Changeling Press Bar & Grille to indulge in some steamy quickies. Each week is a new theme. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/

Monday, November 19, 2012

DRB1stChp Changeling Press Mon/Sat (19 November)

Join Changeling Press every Monday for new release excerpts and Saturdays for excerpts from the books that started the company on D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters.

Posted on Monday (19 Nov):

** Razor's Edge: Office Work by Ayla Ruse
(Erotica Voyeurism/Exhibitionism Multi-Partner Contemporary Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/office-work-by-ayla-ruse.html

** Protect and Serve: Speed Demon by Cynthia Sax
(Erotic MM Futuristic Paranormal Suspense Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/speed-demon-by-cynthia-sax.html

** Memphis Heat 1: Stakeout by Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland
(Erotic MF Shifter Voyeurism/Exhibitionism Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/stakeout-by-shelby-morgen-and-marteeka.html

** Broken Wings Part One by Stephanie Burke
(Erotic MM Dark Fantasy Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/broken-wings-part-1-by-stephanie-burke.html

Posted on Saturday (17 Nov):

** Polanski Brothers: Home of Eternal Rest by Dakota Cassidy
(Erotic MF Vampire Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/polanski-brothers-home-of-eternal-rest.html

** Possession Obsession by Ciarra Sims
(Erotic BBW BDSM Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/possession-obsession-by-ciarra-sims.html

** Telesians 1: The Siren's Challenge by Alice Gaines
(Erotic MF Futuristic/SciFi Adventure Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/the-sirens-challenge-by-alice-gaines.html

** Freedom 1: Freedom Rising by Willa Okati
(Erotic MM Vampire Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/11/freedom-rising-by-willa-okati.html

Blast from the blog past:

** Cirque Caprice 2: Tumbling by Julia Talbot
(Erotic MMF BBW Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/tumbling-by-julia-talbot.html

** Cafe Midnight: Chamomile Nights by Zenobia Renquist
(Erotic MF IR Paranormal Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/chamomile-nights-by-zenobia-renquist.html

** Shifter's Galaxy 1: Accommodating Desire by Silvia Violet
(Erotic BDSM MMF Shifter SciFi Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/accommodating-desire-by-silvia-violet.html

** Dragos 4: Inflamed by Amber Kallyn
(Erotic MF Dragon Romance)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2011/05/inflamed-by-amber-kallyn.html

--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://about.me/zenobiarenquist
Caveat Emptor Series :: Three couples caught in a war have only one solution -- peace. Si vis pacem, para bellum. :: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/caveat-emptor-series

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Now Available at ARe, Amazon and B&N: Oct 31st

Happy Halloween!

Now Available at AllRomanceEbooks.com, BN.com, and Amazon.com
 
 
 
 
Razor's Edge: The Perfect Spice by Stephanie Burke $1.99
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theperfectspicerazor039sedge-986081-140.html
 
 
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Obedience by Isabella JordanWhat's a princess to do when two gorgeous hunks place a sensual demand of obedience or two on her?
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Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Tasty Tuesday -- Chowdah

Chowdah

I should warn you I have strong opinions on chowdah (chowder to most of the world). Although I was born in Queens and lived there until I was 10, I was largely raised by my maternal grandmother, the real Alice Gaines. I was named after her, and I took her name as my pen name.

My grandmother was from Massachusetts, and she taught us New England ways. We also lived for a long time in Connecticut. Old time New Englanders look on all things New York with some suspicion. When we’d see someone driving erratically or too fast, we’d nod knowingly and comment, “New York driver.” Similarly, we don’t consider that clam and tomato soup chowdah or even chowder. Chowdah is white. It has milk in it. Period. End of discussion.

You’ll notice that my recipe has no thickening agent. Not all soup has to be thick. Frankly, I’d rather taste clams than flour. Besides, there’s only enough broth to cover the potatoes and clams. You won’t find five or six clam pieces floating in a sea of white. It’s a very hearty soup, even if you can’t stand a spoon in it.

Traditionally, chowdah contains salt pork and is cooked in layers in a big pot. My grandmother’s version used canned claims, making it very easy and quick to make. I’ve substituted bacon for the salt pork to make it even easier.

2 small cans (or one large) chopped clams
1/2 medium onion
1 medium potato
three slices of bacon (or one or two thick slices)
clam broth, fish broth, lobster broth, crab broth, or water
milk, cream, or half-and-half
butter

Drain clams, reserving liquid. Slice the onion-half thinly. In a heavy pot cook the bacon until crisp. Drain on paper towels and discard all but about 1 Tbs bacon fat. Add 1 Tbs butter to the fat, melt, and then add the onions and cook until translucent. Don't brown.

Peel and dice potato. Add potato to the onions and enough reserved clam liquid and/or broth just to cover. Cook just until potato is tender. Add clams and crumbled up bacon. Add "enough" milk or cream to make the chowdah white. Add another pat of butter and allow it to melt. Heat gently (don't boil) until it's the temperature you want. Check carefully for salt and pepper (clam broth is salty). Eat.

Visit Alice's author page
 
http://www.alicegaines.blogspot.com

Friday, August 31, 2012

Flash Fiction Roundup - 31 August

24 August 2012 Theme
You catch your coworker talking dirty on the phone...

Mychael Black

Eavesdropping (MM)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/153938

Sacred Heat (strong religious theme, MM)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/153919

Beads (MM, BDSM)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/153925

Friction (MM)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/153926

Cock Worship (MM, BDSM)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/153924


Alice Gaines

(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/153867


Sara Jay

Night Shift
(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/153947


Anne Kane

(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/154251


Marteeka Karland

New Girl's Gotta Go
(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/154089


Sarah Mäkelä

Late Night at the Office
(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/154118


Ashlynn Monroe

(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/153892


Shelby Morgen

Damn Bluetooth (MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/153860


Zenobia Renquist

HARLEY ON THE ROCKS excerpt (MMF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/153883

(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/153970


Ayla Ruse

(MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/153895


Cynthia Sax

(BDSM, BBW, MF)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/154086


Megan Slayer

(MM)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/153953

Stop by the Changeling Press Bar & Grille to indulge in some steamy quickies. Each week is a new theme. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/

Monday, August 27, 2012

DRB1stChp Changeling Mondays August

Enjoy this first chapter sneak peek of all the new release titles in August.


06 August 2012
Caveat Emptor 7: Eternal Lovers by Zenobia Renquist
(Paranormal/Vampire, Interracial, BBW, MF)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/eternal-lovers-by-zenobia-renquist.html

The Chosen 3: Release of Bres by Shara Azod
(Paranormal/Dark Fantasy, BDSM, MMF)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/release-of-bres-by-shara-azod.html

Keeping Score 1: One Up by Julia Talbot
(Paranormal, Action, MM)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/one-up-by-julia-talbot.html

Love at First Bite by Jessica Coulter Smith
(Paranormal/Vampire, MM)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/love-at-first-bite-by-jessica-coulter.html


13 August 2012
Warrior's Craft 3: Four Bikers & A Witch by Cheryl Dragon
(Paranormal/Witch, Menage, MFMMM)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/four-bikers-witch-by-cheryl-dragon.html

Wolfsblood 4: Savage Wolf by Marteeka Karland
(Paranormal/Shifter, Futuristic, MF)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/savage-wolf-by-marteeka-karland.html

Forever Wicked: Doing the Baba Yaga by Sam Cheever
(Paranormal/Dark Fantasy, Adult Fairytale, MF)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/doing-baba-yaga-by-sam-cheever.html

Empire (Collection) 1: After the Fall by Cat Marsters
(Paranormal/Vampire, Shifter, Menage, MFM)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/after-fall-by-cat-marsters.html


20 August 2012
Demon Chronicles 4: Demon for All Time by Cynthia Sax
(Paranormal/Demons, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, MF)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/demon-for-all-time-by-cynthia-sax.html

Wild Flower by Megan Slayer
(Paranormal/Shifter, MF)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/wild-flower-by-megan-slayer.html

Marked by Alice Gaines
(Paranormal, Interracial, MF)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/marked-by-alice-gaines.html

Razor's Edge: The Perfect Spice by Stephanie Burke
(Erotic Short Story, SciFi, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, MM)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/the-perfect-spice-by-stephanie-burke.html


27 August 2012
Spirits of Abaddon 4: Twilight of the Gods by Mychael Black
(Paranormal/Dark Fantasy, Vampire, Menage, MMM)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/twilight-of-gods-by-mychael-black.html

Aurora 3: Tender Warrior by Ashlynn Monroe
(Paranormal/Futuristic, SciFi, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, MF)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/tender-warrior-by-ashlynn-monroe.html

Forever Wicked: Serena's Prince by Ayla Ruse
(Paranormal/Shifter, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, BDSM, MF)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/serenas-prince-by-ayla-ruse.html

Razor's Edge: His Pleasure by Melyssa Jay
(Erotic Short Story, Contemporary, BDSM, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, MF)
http://www.drb1stchp.com/2012/08/his-pleasure-by-melyssa-jay.html

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Sinful Wager by Alice Gaines




Sinful Wager
by Alice Gaines

Cover art: Angela Knight
ISBN: 978-1-60521-724-6
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Dark Desire
Length: Novella
Page Count: 70

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1739

Blurb:
Marty Davis takes a wrong turn in the casino called Pleasure Palace and winds up in a place where the machines pay off with hot sex and everyone wins. Turns out she's in hell, and Lucifer is the sexiest guy there. With all that going for the underworld, who'd want to go back to reality? She makes a deal with him -- if she can make him beg for the privilege of giving her an orgasm, she gets to stay on as his partner.
Lucifer doesn't need a partner, but this woman gets his libido hot and bothered, something that hasn't happened for longer than he cares to remember. Besides, her ideas for running the casino have the place humming. He takes her challenge and finds, to his chagrin, that he can't seem to win.
Excerpt:
Sinful Wager
Alice Gaines
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Alice Gaines

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Modern casino chips sure didn't make the satisfying clatter silver dollars used to. That didn't keep Marty Davis from ruffling her thumb upward along the pile in front of her on the bar. Thapthapthapthapthap over and over again until she couldn't stomach the sound any longer, so she spread them out in a precise line and scooped them up again.
Tim's hand came across the bar and down on hers. "Are you doing that to irritate me or yourself?"
"Both," she answered. "Is it working?"
"I can only speak on my own behalf," he said. "Yes."
"Make me a drink, will you?"
"Sure thing. What'll it be?"
She considered the question. The house wine they served in the casino sucked. The local beer was swill. The best bartender in all of Las Vegas, Tim could make eight-layer frappe things out of various liqueurs so sweet they'd give you cavities. None of that held any appeal.
"Mix me something strong enough that I'll go jump some guy's bones," she said finally.
Tim smiled and leaned over the bar toward her. "My bones are always available."
Indeed they were, as he made obvious at every opportunity. She'd normally take full advantage of such a thorough and considerate lover, but Tim had become too attached, and she'd had to break things off before he got hurt. He deserved kids and a picket fence, not a woman who bored as easily as she did.
Instead of waiting for her to make up her mind, Tim took the bottle of good Scotch from the shelf behind him and poured a generous amount into a tumbler. He set that and a cocktail napkin in front of her. "On me."
"Thanks." She lifted the glass in a toast and then sipped at the smooth liquor. Tim couldn't afford much of this stuff on his salary, and she normally wouldn't accept it from him, but she couldn't keep rejecting everything he offered.
"Quiet night?" she asked.
"Pretty much. I only had to call security on one rowdy drunk."
"What about him?" she said, nodding in the direction of a man sitting at the end of the bar. The guy wore a suit a bit too big for him and sat with his head in his hands, his fingers stuck into his fringe of hair. "Shouldn't you be getting him a cab?"
"He's just depressed," Tim said. "Lost a bunch of money."
Marty pushed the pile of chips toward Tim. "Give him these."
Tim's eyebrow went up. "That's a lot."
"I have more on this," she said, holding up the card the last slot had coughed out after she'd won a jackpot.
"Lucky night?" he asked.
"Just like every night."
Tim picked up the chips and headed toward the man with the bad clothes and the worse expression. She didn't catch much of the conversation, but the guy perked right up, lifting his head out of his hands and smoothing his hair into place. After giving her a thumbs-up, he climbed off his stool and disappeared into the crowd around one of the craps tables. That might have lifted her spirits if she hadn't known he'd piss all the money away again. By the time he did, she'd be gone from here one way or another.
Tim returned. "You made his day."
"I give him an hour before he's back and broke again."
Tim studied her for a moment. "You're really down, aren't you?"
She shrugged. "Not down so much as..."
Empty was more like it. A nice, long, miserable crying jag would feel pretty good, but she had no real reason for sadness.
"Things come too easy lately," she went on. "I landed the biggest account at the agency without even trying. I keep winning here, no matter what I play."
"Every man in the place has the hots for you," Tim said.
She wouldn't have brought up the subject and rubbed Tim's nose in it, but she'd had lots of opportunities in that department, too. She'd had enough lovers in the last month to fill an anthology of really naughty stories. Not a disappointment among them. The ones without huge endowments had all had skillful fingers and tongues. Others could go all night. An embarrassment of riches. All that ought to make her happy.
"Faust," Tim said.
She snapped back to reality. "I beg your pardon?" "The Faust story," he said. "You're living it."
"That's right. You're the literature major."
"That and bartender school got me this glamorous job." He extended his arms, gesturing around him.
"Tell me more about this Faust thing."
"Faust was a man, not a thing." Tim grabbed his cloth and wiped the top of the bar the way he always did when he either told a story or listened to one. "He had everything he could possibly want, but nothing gave him any pleasure."
"That pretty much describes me," she said. "What did he do?"
"The devil offered him a bargain. If Satan could show him something so beautiful he'd want to hold onto it, Faust would have to surrender his soul."
"How did the story come out?" she asked.
"Depends on whose version you're reading," Tim answered.
"I'm not likely to find anything so interesting as Satan here."
"The Pleasure Palace is a pretty big place. Are you sure you've explored every corner of it?" Tim asked.
"Enough corners." Tim had a point, though. The hotel/casino complex was one of Vegas's newest, biggest, and most luxurious, but it had the added cachet of having been built on the foundation of several older gambling houses. An intricate web of corridors went off in all directions beneath the massive building, ending abruptly in some cases. Rumors had circulated during construction about things workers had found in basements. All hype, no doubt, but few people could claim they had actually seen every square foot of the place. Lots of tourists came here specifically to explore, and none ever complained of being disappointed.
"You know I'm right, don't you?" Tim said. "Where are you going to find the devil if not in Las Vegas and where in Las Vegas if not here?"
"What the heck? It's too early to go home, anyway." She got off her barstool and picked up the ridiculously expensive Scotch. After downing it, she leaned across the bar to give Tim a quick kiss good-bye and then wandered off into the huge gaming area.
The usual chaos of lights and noises surrounded her as she went. After a while, it all blended together into a kind of sensory overload and from there into visual and auditory white noise. For a moment, Marty went adrift in it, losing her way among tables and machines she'd visited off and on for months.
Maybe Tim had slipped something into her Scotch. No, he wouldn't do that. He might ask and cajole to get back into her bed, but he'd never do anything underhanded. Still, something had knocked her off her bearings. Maybe she'd had some kind of reaction to the liquor.
After several seconds, the sensations faded, her mind clearing. She shook herself briefly, turned a corner, and found herself in a part of the club she'd never seen before.
As she glanced around, the feeling of newness grew even more pronounced and for good reason. She'd never visited an X-rated casino -- hadn't even known such a place existed -- but she stood in the middle of one now.
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Monday, July 11, 2011

Mirro, Mirror: Gladiator by Alice Gaines

 

Mirror, Mirror: Gladiator

by Alice Gaines
Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-631-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Series: Mirror, Mirror (Multi-Author)
Length: Hot Flash
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Blurb:
Salome Jones has been sent on a forced vacation by her overworked staff. Canticus has been exiled because he won't play nice with the women administrators who oversee the games on his planet. When the two of them end up stuck in the same hotel suite, sparks fly. So do clothes and limbs. Can the two arrive at a solution that will allow them to continue their sexual explorations?
Excerpt:
Mirror, Mirror: Gladiator
Alice Gaines
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Copyright ©2011 Alice Gaines

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Tavoro Sands Resort: "A Feast for the Senses."
"The senses" must mean sore muscles from struggling with luggage. You'd think a place that advertised luxury would have someone to take your bags up to your room.
After years of international business trips, Salome Jones had learned how to travel light, but this time, her staff had packed for her and presented her with the suitcases, the airline tickets, and an ultimatum... "Go on a vacation, or we all quit." Who knew what they'd put in the bags? It all weighed a ton, and she'd had to drag it across the lobby and stuff it into the elevator on her own.
Said elevator continued its climb to the twenty-sixth floor. At least she'd have a good view of the ocean as she contemplated her navel. The gang had informed her, as well, that no business calls or e-mails would receive an answer. The company would putter along without her, and the rest of the staff would get something done for a change.
An insurrection. That's what it was. With a huge IPO for the latest social media site next week, European sunshine futures on the line, and a time bomb on the Yen about to go off, her people had pulled the rug out from under her. She'd note the insubordination in all their performance appraisals the minute she got back. She'd do it now if they hadn't taken her company cell phone away.
She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, but the elevator didn't climb any faster. Instead, she only got an image of herself in the mirrored walls. That, in itself, was pretty weird. With all the sides catching reflections of all the other sides, she seemed caught in a kaleidoscope of herself. An impatient, red-headed woman with the beginnings of wrinkles at a too-young age. A bit on the thin side but tall enough to intimidate most women and a lot of men. Still dressed in the business suit she'd put on probably twenty-four hours before.
The climb to twenty-six slowed -- slowed! -- and then came to a complete stop. She went to push the buttons, but somehow, they'd disappeared. They'd been there before, and now nothing.
"Hello," she shouted. "Can someone hear me?"
No answer. She was probably trapped between floors, but who could tell? She might as well be in a mirrored coffin.
"Hello!" She pounded her palms against the wall. "Help. I'm trapped."
Well, shit. Some vacation. She'd take this out of Jeanne's hide, and when she'd finished with her, she'd chew on Ted for a while. She'd kick Charlie into next Sunday. They worked for her, damn it. She never should have let them talk her into this fucking trip. "Hellooooooooo!"
One wall vanished -- whoosh -- showing the living room of a hotel suite. For a second, she jumped back at the shock, but she recovered quickly and reached out her hand to where the mirror had been. Her fingers met glass. There was still a barrier, just a transparent one. Maybe she could smash through it.
She bent to open one of her bags, searching for something to use as a battering ram. She didn't find anything more lethal than a shoe, but she grabbed that and straightened. She jumped and dropped it at the new sight in the glass.
The image had changed again... the same living room, but now, a man stood just on the other side, staring at her as if she'd surprised him as much as he had her.
Huge and muscular and dressed in the costume of a Roman gladiator. Not exactly that, maybe, but a "skirt" of leather panels exposed his calves, knees, and firm, firm thighs. For armor, he wore a breastplate engraved with some royal crest, but his arms were bare except for golden bracelets that circled his biceps. Those seemed as firm as his legs, and marred here and there with scars. He'd taken some hits with swords or spears, but that did little to diminish his beauty. Gorgeous. A splendid male specimen.
When she finally got around to looking at his face, she found that as wild and appealing as the rest of him. A piercing blue gaze stared back at her with as much interest as she had in him. He wanted her, and her crotch went damp with the knowledge. They had a connection that leaped through the glass barrier.
All the months of working twelve-hour days, seven days a week, took their effect. She hadn't had sex since when? Maybe December when she'd allowed a stranger to take her in the file room during the company holiday party. Mindless and faceless, and hardly satisfying. Sex with this man wouldn't be like that. Once fucked by an animal like him, and you'd stay fucked.
He seemed to sniff the air around him, like a huge cat, smelling his mate. Tawny, ragged hair nearly to his shoulders made him resemble a lion. He might start roaring any minute. If he did, she'd answer.
She leaned into the glass, pressing herself against it in surrender. Her breasts grew heavy and sensitive, and the nipples hardened into points. If she had to, she'd finger herself while she watched him. Maybe, he'd get the idea and pull out his cock so at least they could masturbate together. He had to have a big one. If there was any justice in the world, she'd at least get to watch it, even if she couldn't have it inside her.
Somehow, he reached for her. The glass seemed to melt around his fingers as his hands went through. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back into the suite with him. The passage should have hurt, or at least, she should have felt something. Instead, she made an effortless transition from what had been an elevator and then a sort of cell.
Now fully in the room, she went directly into his embrace. Not that she'd had any choice in the matter as he tugged her roughly against him.
"Female," he growled...
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Monday, March 07, 2011

Demons R Us and Other Stories by Alice Gaines


Demons R Us and Other Stories
by Alice Gaines
Cover art: Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-541-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Collections
Length: Collection
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Blurb:

From the author: Welcome to my mind. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to share a bed with two demons who don't much like each other? Do you ever wonder if the nice lady at the orchid nursery has a second identity as Avenger of the Non-Orgasmic? If a man had a cat door in his house, would you expect a fairy to sneak in through it to check him out? Could a little green man be really good in bed? And what if you had two drop-dead gorgeous twins competing to mate with you? I think of these sorts of things all the time. Enjoy the madness...
The Demons R Us collection includes The Adventures of Wonderslut, Demons R Us, Fairy in my Bed, Sexation, and Eria's Ménage.
Excerpt:
Demons R Us
Alice Gaines
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Copyright ©2011 Alice Gaines

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First, they make you take a vow until death do you part, and then, they won't let you kill the bastard. Vicky Burke planned to divorce her dearly beloved the minute a judge signed the court order. In the meantime, she needed to get him out of her house.
She pressed the buzzer at the front gate again and put her mouth up to the intercom. "I know you're listening to this, Stewart, and I know what you're doing in there."
After a few more seconds of silence, she pushed the button and held it down. She'd lived in there for years before she'd met Stewart and had heard the unholy noise the bell made. Not even the sociopath she'd married could put up with it forever. Finally, static came out of the speaker.
"If you want to see me, talk to Lorelei," Stewart said.
"I'm not calling my own secretary to make an appointment with my own husband." Ex-husband and former secretary, ever since she'd caught the two of them doing the nasty in Stewart's Jaguar after the company holiday party.
"Suit yourself." The speaker clicked off.
She pushed the button again, and this time she leaned on it. Lorelei was probably in there with Stewart, and with any luck, the buzzing would give her a migraine. It made sense in a perverted way for Stewart to settle back into her house while she visited London on business, but what in hell had possessed him to move his bimbo in with him? He had to know she'd put their butts back on the street the minute she got home. She'd been home for days now, though, and the butt removal had proved a lot harder than she'd expected. To make matters worse, she'd had an earful from Mrs. Radnich, the neighborhood snoop, about some truly raunchy goings-on since her erstwhile love lizard had slithered back. That crap had to stop.
The speaker came to life again, so she removed her finger from the buzzer.
"What can I do for you?" Stewart practically trilled it. Phony as all hell, as usual.
"You can get the fuck out of my house."
"But, dearest, you told me when we got married that it would be our love nest."
Ye gods, had she really called a ten-bedroom, twelve-bath stucco villa with pool, tennis court, and six-car garage a nest? Probably, back when the asshole had her convinced the sun rose and set in his eyes.
"Cut the BS, Stewart. You know you hate my guts."
"Pot. Kettle. Black."
"Listen, Stewart, you can be my ex-husband or my late husband. Your choice."
"Is that a threat?" he said.
"Take it however you want, but you will vacate the premises."
He heaved a sigh so loud it crackled over the wires and came out the speaker on her end. "I can see I have to explain things to you."
"Just try."
"I'll be right out." The speaker went dead.
Vicky walked to the gate and tried it. Still locked. The asshole wouldn't even let her onto her own property to talk to him. She shook the metal like a crazed zoo ape, but the lock held, of course. Her own security system. How humiliating.
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Saturday, February 19, 2011

Bad Medicine 2: Moon Bitten by Alice Gaines


Bad Medicine: Moon Bitten

by Alice GainesCover art: Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-567-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Werewolves
Series: Bad Medicine
Length: Novella

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Blurb:
After years of besting opponents in business, Jared Scott decides he wants a more powerful competitor. A creature with the strength and speed of a wolf and the cleverness of a human being fits the bill. He contracts with WishLabz to help him hunt a werewolf.

Jared's consultant at WishLabz, a werewolf named Amanda, has a history with hunters that goes back to when some men killed her parents. She doesn't like them, and so she doesn't like Jared much, either. She plans an ugly surprise for Jared, but it turns around and bites her, too.

Excerpt:
Bad Medicine: Moon Bitten
Alice Gaines
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Copyright ©2011 Alice Gaines

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"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Jared," she said.
No formalities, indeed. "I forgive you, Amanda."
She flinched at that, but only just barely. Someone who spent less time than he did reading people would have missed the slight narrowing of her eyes. Either the forgiveness bit or the pointed use of her first name had irked her. Fine. Only his few friends called him Jared. No one here counted as his friend.
"Well, then. Let's get on with it." She headed down a corridor, her long strides taking her away from him and forcing him to catch up. He took his time doing it. For one thing, she could damned well wait for him for a bit. For another, hanging back gave him a good view of her ass.
Though more slender than the pixie-cat, Amanda had her own curves. She wore leggings underneath a bulky sweater, and her movement sent his imagination into overdrive. Every swing of her hips, no matter how subtle, suggested the rounding of her buttocks. Just the right size to fit into his hands.
By the time she stopped in front of one of the offices, he'd taken measure of her breasts. Small, but firm. And when they'd entered and she'd taken her seat behind her desk, his cock had already begun to thicken and harden in his pants. She bit her lip and shot him a gaze that went right through his chest and down to his groin. Recognition. She knew what was happening between them.
"Please, sit down." Her voice came out as deep as before, but now it had a hint of breathiness as well. She had a husky way of speaking. Something that made her linger for a millisecond on the vowel sounds. Sweet. Seductive.
Before his anatomy embarrassed him completely, he sat and watched her sift through some papers. She didn't make eye contact, but a flush to her cheeks told him she was as aware of his presence as he was of hers.
After a moment, she picked up one sheet and studied it. Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. "This is your wish?"
"To hunt a werewolf. Yes."
"Why?"
"I suppose you've read my dossier," he answered.
"Everyone in R and D becomes acquainted with the histories of our clients," she answered. "You've served as CEO of a number of companies. Now you have your own."
"Government contracts. Top secret, much of it."
She set the paper down and studied him. "Military?"
"Intelligence, mostly." In fact, his agency contacts would take a dim view of his coming here and an even gloomier one if they knew what he'd come here for. None of their damned business. "So you can see why confidentiality is so important."
"We never give away information about our clients." There was that deep tone again. The slow, downward inflection on "clients."
"Then we understand each other," he said.
"Not at all," she said. "What does your history have to do with your wish?"
"Human beings... ordinary people... how shall I put this?"
She stared at him evenly. Assessing him the way he normally did with others. He had no reason to doubt her intellect, but he seldom encountered an equal. Given that, and what her body did to his, she might present a real challenge with more than a little pleasure on the side. Right now, she obviously wasn't going to help him explain himself.
"I want to hunt the greatest predator on Earth. You'd think that would be a human being," he went on. "But average people are motivated by only a handful of things. Once you've figured out what they want, they're really rather boring."
"And so your interest in werewolves."
"What a creature. Imagine. The speed and keen senses of the wolf combined with the mind of the human. What kind of opponent one of them would make," he said.
"Your wish is to hunt one."
"You can't hunt big game these days and, honestly, I have no interest. Animals are dumb beasts, and they belong in the wild."
Another woman might have applauded his kindness. Amanda sat and stared at him out of her startling blue eyes.
"I don't think the authorities would like me hunting people," he continued. "But if WishLabz could create a werewolf for me, I could hunt that without breaking the law."
The room fell into complete silence, and the woman sat across from him like a sphinx, not moving, hardly blinking. After a moment, she leaned back in her chair. "Create a werewolf?"
"You can make magic here, at least according to the people who referred me. I don't know what sort of technology you have. If you can't design a credible werewolf for me, you can refund my money."
"And how would you kill this creature?" she asked. "Shoot it with a high-powered rifle from hundreds of yards away?"
"I didn't say kill. I said I wanted to hunt it."
"Killing the target's the whole point of hunting, isn't it?" she asked.
"One or both of us might die, I'll admit," he answered. "It'll be dangerous sport."
"Sport," she repeated. This time her accent suggested more than a hint of derision.
"I don't expect you to understand."
That got a definite reaction -- one eyebrow arching. "Because I'm a woman?"
"Because you're not in a position of command. I fought like hell to get where I am. Now that I've arrived, I miss the fight."
She nibbled her lower lip for a few seconds. On another woman, the action might have suggested uncertainty. On her, it suggested she needed to gnaw on something and she hadn't decided if he'd be worth the effort.
"So if you don't plan to kill the werewolf," she said finally, "what will you do?"
"Catch and release."
"What the --?" She glared at him. "You do that with fish, not a proud creature like a werewolf."
"My point exactly. Capturing someone with the strength and speed of a wolf and the intellect of a human being is the ultimate challenge."
"Not to mention the werewolf's jaws and teeth," she said.
"I know it'll be dangerous. That's a major part of the appeal."
She ran her fingers along the length of a pen sitting on her desk. Somehow, his cock felt the caress. "You have a death wish."
Actually, death was about the last thing on his mind right now, unless she meant what the French called the little death. Finding out what went on under her sweater ranked far above a trip to the Pearly Gates. Did she wear a bra, or did her breasts peak beneath the cable knit on their own? How long would it take him to make her wet enough to dampen the leggings between her thighs? Still, this was business, and he had to get his libido under control.
"Believe me, I'm not planning on dying for a long time if I can manage it. Just tell me if you can design a werewolf." He reached into his coat pocket to remove the papers he'd brought with him. "I have the specifications --"
"I don't need specs," she interrupted. "I don't have to design anything for you."
He paused, his fingers on the plans. "You're refusing the job?"
"I don't have to design a werewolf for you. I only need to find one willing to put up with... that is, to agree to fulfilling your wish."
"Find a..." he sputtered. "What in hell are you talking about?"
"Werewolves exist, Jared."
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Monday, January 10, 2011

Agency of Extraordinary Mates 1 by Kate Douglas, Eve Vaughn, and Alice Gaines

Agency of Extraordinary Mates Vol. 1 (Collection)


by Kate Douglas and Eve Vaughn and Alice Gaines

Cover art: Sahara Kelly

ISBN: 978-1-60521-557-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, Collections

Series: Agency of Extraordinary Mates Multi-Author

Length: Collection

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Blurb:
Not your average dating service. This one caters to creatures of the ether... weres, vampires, elves, faeries, satyrs, incubi, and much more.


It's a world of fantasy, of lust and love, but most of all, it's a world of dreams-come-true for the lucky few who arrive on the pristine shores of Chimera Island...

A dragon, an unhappy Hollywood movie star, a gay elf, and a bodyguard come together on the mystical island of Chimera in Kate Douglas's Finding Magic.
Not one, but three luscious men await Trina on Chimera. Indulge your wildest erotic fancy with Eve Vaughn in 4 Play.

The God of the Sea longs to capture Gloria VanSant and make her his own. His bait -- a one way ticket to Chimera in Alice Gaines' Sea God's Pleasure.

This title is also available in print.

Excerpt:
Agency of Extraordinary Mates Vol. 1


Excerpt from Finding Magic

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2011 Kate Douglas



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"Cut, people. That's a wrap. You've done a great job on this film. Tomorrow is finito!"



Amanda Carlisle didn't acknowledge the cheers, nor did she join in. Head down, she rushed from the soundstage and headed for her trailer.



Her personal assistant and bodyguard, all six foot six of big, black male, blocked her entrance. "What's the rush, missy? That's not the face I'm used to seeing at the end of a shoot."



Amanda curled her lip and wished she felt like smiling. "Who the hell do you think you are? Mr. Clean? What's with the shaved head, Lester?"



Les grinned and tugged at the big gold ring hanging from his left ear. "I thought it complemented the bling. You mean you don't like the look?"



"You look so damned sexy you make my teeth itch." Amanda ran her hand down his bare chest. Everything about Lester Ondáge was perfect.



Well, almost everything.



"Ms. Carlisle? Over here!"



A flash bulb momentarily blinded her.



"Oh shit." Amanda ducked her head and slipped around Les. He moved his big frame aside and she raced into the trailer.



Les closed the door behind her, but she still heard his deep voice and the mumbles of disgruntled paparazzi.



"No pictures of Ms. Carlisle, fellas. Now, how'd you get back here? This area is off limits to press."



"Is it true? Has Franklin dumped Amanda from No Love Again?"



"What's the deal, Lester? Rumors are flying fast and furious. What about the reports of all the dissent on the set of Tomorrow? Word's out Ms. Carlisle is getting real hard to work with, that she put the film way over budget."



"Ms. Carlisle is always a professional. Word of her being replaced on the No Love Again cast is pure rumor. You know how it is in this business. Now, the lady is tired and she needs her rest. We'll see you at the cast party, I imagine."



Amanda groaned and buried her head in her hands. She'd forgotten about the damned party. She heard the door close, felt the warm strength of Lester's hands working the strained muscles in her neck.



"Good Lord, Les. Now that's magic."



"You're tight as a spring, missy. Can I get you some Ibuprofen?"



"I'd rather have a glass of brandy. A big one."



"You can have a small one and that's it. As tired as you are, you'd be on your cute little ass by dinnertime. I'm sure those jokers would love a picture of that."



Les poured a small shot of amber liquid into a plastic cup, then squatted down in front of Amanda and handed it to her. He wrapped her small hands in his big ones, cradling hers as she held the cup. "It'll be fine, sweetie. Relax."



Amanda leaned close and brushed her lips over Les's extraordinary mouth. He kissed her back, his full lips caressing hers with just the right pressure to hint of more.



"Damn you, Lester. You're perfect. Why the hell are you gay?"



He leaned back and grinned at Amanda. "That's the way the good Lord made me, sweetie. Just like he made you the most gorgeous woman on earth with a heart so full of love you sometimes make me think of putting the moves on you, just to feel your glow."



Amanda snorted. "Yeah. Right." She cupped the side of his face with the palm of her hand. "Thank you, Les. You always make it better."



Les sighed. "I can't fix this, though, can I?"



Amanda shook her head. "The magic's gone. I felt it from the first line of the script. It was a damned good story and I blew what could have been an Oscar quality performance. Les, I don't know what to do. Those guys were right. Franklin's trying to force me off his movie. William said..."



"William's an ass."



"He's also my agent, and a damned good one. He said Franklin's people are planting the word all over town that I'm through, that I'll kill the project." She sniffed and took a sip of brandy.



Les brushed her hair, bleached silver blonde for the film, back from her face. "You're a professional, but you're human. You're tired. You've done three films, back to back, and you haven't taken even a weekend break."



There wouldn't be a break for her now, either. No Love Again was due to start shooting on Monday. In Chicago. Damn, she hated Chicago.



"I've got an idea, but you might not like it." Les stood up and reached into the overhead compartment where he kept her papers. He pulled a long envelope out of the stack then sat down in the small chair next to Amanda's.



Les didn't open it. He sat there, tapping the envelope on his knee, staring at Amanda as if he were contemplating the end of the world.



Amanda opened her mouth to ask him what the hell was going on, when he took a deep breath and held up the envelope. "You're not going to like what I think you should do, but hear me out, okay?"



Amanda frowned and nodded. This was so unlike Les. He actually seemed nervous.



"I want you to have William contact Franklin, tell him you think Ashley Jenson would make a better Lisa than you. Pull yourself off the film. Don't give him the chance to do it... it would hurt your career too much. You know Franklin would love to get out of the contract and..."



Amanda sat back and blinked. No way in hell would... "I don't break contracts, Les. You know that.""



"I said, hear me out." He stood up, paced a few steps away, then whirled around. "This is an invitation to a very special resort. I've heard of it but never knew for sure it really existed. I checked. This invitation is for real and it's addressed to you. It's an island called Chimera -- a Caribbean island smack-dab in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. No paparazzi, no one who knows who you are, no make-up people knocking on your door at four in the morning, just a beautiful island where you can relax, regroup..."



Amanda sighed, caught up in the mesmerizing cadence of Les's soft words. He described heaven. Warm sands, endless miles of beach, an elite clientele completely disinterested in her Hollywood status.



"Think about it, sweetie. It's your chance to..."



"Get the magic back."



Amanda's whisper hung between them. She looked up at Lester and smiled. Suddenly it all felt right. "Maybe you're right, Les. Tell you what, I'll do exactly what you say, but there's one condition."



Les blinked. Obviously he hadn't expected her to give in so quickly.



"I'll drop out of No Love Again and I'll take this vacation you're so convinced I need, but only if you go with me."



The expression on Lester's face was worth any contract for any movie ever made. "Close your mouth, Lester. You'll catch a fly." Amanda reached across the small space between them and snatched the envelope out of his suddenly lifeless fingers. "I'm not trying to seduce you, Lester. Think about it. You work just as hard as I do. You're just as lonely as I am. Separate rooms, we go our own way, but I'll feel safer knowing you're nearby. Will you come with me?"



Les cleared his throat. "Uh, I'm not on the invitation."



Amanda stood up, feeling more energized, more alive, than she'd felt in ages. "You are now. Here." She handed the envelope back to Les. "Make the arrangements and see how soon we can arrive. I think it's time for both of us to find the magic."
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Saturday, September 25, 2010

Built For Lust by Alice Gaines

Built for Lust by Alice  Gaines


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Built for Lust

by Alice Gaines

Cover art: Angela Knight
ISBN: 978-1-60521-477-1
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Werewolves
Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Cara Logan is a lone wolf, literally -- a werewolf female unwilling to submit to either a human or a wolven mate. An expert in electronics and engineering, Cara builds herself a mate she can turn on and off at will. Only somehow, Gray becomes real, and not only can he satisfy her as a wolf, he can shift to human and perform that way, too. Now, she has to accept that she's mated to a male with a mind of his own, and the two of them have to find their places in her pack.
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Built for Lust


Alice Gaines

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Copyright ©2010 Alice Gaines



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As lays went, this one wasn't bad, but Cara Logan wouldn't write sonnets to his performance any time soon. What was his name? Oh yeah, Jeff. Jeff had a thick tool, and he moved it in a pounding rhythm in and out of her pussy. He'd lasted for a while now and didn't show any sign of quitting. She ought to love it. She ought to have come two or three times by now.

Straining for more friction, she clamped her inner muscles around him. Good. Good, but she needed better.



"Shit, you make me hot." He groaned into her ear. "Come for me, baby. I want to feel it."



For a moment, her mind went off in a wild direction. The forest, the smell of pine, a tendril of musk in the air. A mate nearby, already heated for the rut. The promise of a rough tongue to lap between her legs in greeting.



No, not the wolf, not even in her imagination. She could tame the human. Control him, make him safe. If only she could climax with him.



"I'm going to fuck you hard," he said. "I'm going to fuck your wet pussy."



Jeff. Back to reality. This was getting ridiculous. He couldn't last forever, and when he finished, he'd leave her aroused and empty.



"Me on top," she ordered.



He didn't seem to hear but kept driving into her. The poor bastard had lost control and would come any minute.



"Me on top." She followed that with a low growl.



The sound penetrated even his state of full arousal. He opened his eyes and stared at her. "Hey, what the..."



His distraction allowed her to flip him onto his back in one motion. In another heartbeat, she grasped his cock and lowered herself onto it.



"When I give an order, I mean it," she snarled.



"Holy shit, you're... what the hell are you?" he said.



Probably by now, her canines were extended, and her wolven eyes were glowing golden. He'd forget that when he came.



"Shut up and let me ride you," she said.



"What are you?" he gasped.



"I'm the alpha bitch who's going to give you the best fucking orgasm of your life." Enough talk. Clasping his cock with her pussy, she pushed herself up and down, back and forth, taking his rod deep inside her. Instead of fighting her, he thrust upward to meet her, and soon they were going madly at each other. Both lost in their own pleasure, their own rising need. She tweaked her nipples with just the right pressure to send a charge down to her clit.



But, shit, she still wouldn't come without imagining the wolf inside her. With no choice, she let her fantasy free. She was running through the woods at top speed, every leap and stride creating friction between her legs. Each jostle of her clit sent her closer to orgasm. In the real world, Cara reached to where the human slammed up into her and found the hardened bud. As she stroked it, her vision made her run even harder and faster. She couldn't breathe, couldn't see the trees and ferns swoosh by her. Neither could she stop, because the male would catch her. He'd force himself inside her and claim her. When she howled in orgasm, he'd own her. She couldn't let that happen, but he was bigger and stronger. And faster. She couldn't win.



Beneath her, the human male stiffened. He'd empty his lust inside her in a moment. She worked her clit furiously now, rubbing and flicking her fingers over it. At the final moment, the male wolf caught her. Holding her with a bite at the back of her neck, he threw his huge, gray body over her. His cock slammed home just as the climax washed over her. In her fantasy, they howled together, heads thrown back. In reality, only her own song went up, filling the room. The man beneath her grunted and then let out a long "ahhh" as he came. Mission accomplished for both of them, but she still had to fantasize about the wolf to get there.



Jeff relaxed, a silly and very human grin on his face. In a minute, he'd fall asleep. She climbed off him and waited until his breathing went soft before padding, naked, to the bathroom.



After the images of the forest, the light bouncing off the tiles almost blinded her. Somehow, it didn't seem right that a perfectly ordinary woman's face looked back at her out of the mirror. Her eyes had gone back to their normal brown, and her canines had shortened to within the range of normal human possibility. Her wolven self remained just below the surface, though. She could easily go outside and shift and search the darkened town for another of her kind. Even if she didn't find the great gray male, she could find another wolf to take her in the way her body needed. Only then, he'd think he owned her, and he'd track her scent back here and mark the place as his own.



Males. You could reason with the humans -- most of the time, sort of. But only a wolf shifter could fill all your desires. The world sucked sometimes.



The human she'd just had appeared in the doorway. "You left."



"I thought you were asleep."



"I should be after that amazing sex." He walked behind her, pinning her between his body and the sink. "You fucked my brains out."



"Glad you liked it."



"Like? Oh, baby." He ran his hands over her ribs and cupped her breasts. "Thinking about it could make me hard again."



She rubbed her ass against him but didn't find a bulge. "I don't think you're ready."



He nibbled at her neck. "Maybe if you sucked on it for a while."



She turned around and pushed him away. "Look, Jeff..."



"Jim."



"I'm sorry, Jim." Now came the difficult part. Telling him to go the hell away. Nicely, of course.



"It was really great. You're an incredible lover."



"You inspire me."



He tried to pull her into his embrace, but she held him off. "I don't do seconds."



His smile faltered. "What the hell does that mean?"



"I'm kind of a lone wolf." Oh boy, was she.



"That howl." His brows wrinkled. "I remember that now."



"Anything else?" She held her breath waiting for his answer.



He was silent for a moment. "Only that noise you made when you came. It must have been good for you, or you wouldn't have let loose with that noise."



"It was." She didn't mention that she wouldn't have climaxed at all without her fantasy. Some things were private, even if you stood naked in your bathroom with a man you'd just screwed.



"You must want more of that," he said.



"We met in a club." She shrugged. "Club rules. You have a good time. You say good-bye. End of story."



"Yeah, well." He stepped away from her, dropping his arms. "As brush-offs go, I guess that's a gentle one."



"I'm sorry, Jim. I'm not the right woman for you." Or wolf.



He raised his hands in surrender. "Okay. I'm tail lights. You change your mind, you know what club to look in for me."



"Thanks."



She stood, hugging herself while he went back into the bedroom. He moved around in there while he found his clothes and got into them. Without another word, he went into the hallway. When her front door opened and closed, she let out the breath she'd been holding.


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