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© 2007 Dawn Halliday
Available now at Samhain Publishing
Cat has just married Dave Robinson, the man of her dreams. Their Best Man, Andreas Bailey, is flying them to their honeymoon resort in Barbados. But over the middle of the ocean, something goes horribly wrong…
Cat, Dave and Andreas find themselves stranded on an uninhabited Caribbean island. Though she’s never thought of him as more than a friend, Cat finds herself connecting to Andreas in a way she never expected and is shocked and aroused to learn that her husband feels the same way. Together, the three of them discover a heat and passion uninhibited by the conventions of society. But will they ever be rescued? And what will happen to their unusual relationship once they return home?
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, ménage a trois, voyeurism and skinny dipping.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Honeymoon Castaways:
She added pressure to Andreas’s thigh. “This isn’t your fault, you know.”
He cocked his head at her. “It was my airplane, my radios, my ELT. At least I should have told you to make sure you’d have cell phone coverage, but I didn’t even do that, did I?”
She shrugged. “We wouldn’t have done anything to our cell phones. We weren’t planning to use them on the honeymoon. We wanted a complete escape.” She smiled slyly. “Looks like we got it.”
“Huh.” Andreas flung his stone past Cat. They all watched it skip three times before hitting a rock at the far end of the pool.
She turned back to him. “Stop being so angry with yourself. We don’t blame you for any of this.”
“You can say that now—it’s only been two days. How are you going to feel in a week when we’re hungry, sunburned and bored? If we’re not dead of some tropical infection, that is.”
“We’ll work through it together. And we’re not going to die of an infection—you’ve got antibiotics in your first-aid kit.”
Andreas snorted.
She squeezed his thigh. “We’re together,” she whispered meaningfully, knowing he felt like an outsider.
He wouldn’t anymore. Not if she could help it.
Taking a deep breath, she moved to stand directly in front of Andreas. Slowly, she reached up to stroke his cheek, gliding her fingers over his lips. He had such a gorgeous, wide mouth, such full lips, so soft. She kept her eyes solidly on his, but felt Dave watching her. Heat resonated from him, swirling between the three of them.
Andreas’s eyes narrowed. He flicked a glance at Dave. “What are you doing?”
Courage, Cat. She swallowed the lump of anxiety in her throat. “Kiss me.”
“Hell, no!” Andreas jumped to his feet into the pool in front of her. Water splashed, wetting her shorts.
Andreas’s head swung from Dave to her, and back again. “What the fuck is this? Is this some kind of test?”
Cat took two shaky steps backward. “I’m sorry, I— No, it’s not a test.”
Andreas turned to leave, but Dave captured his forearm. “Stay. We have a proposition for you.”
Andreas stopped, breathing heavily, staring at Dave. The muscles in his torso were so tense, they rippled with every breath. “What?”
Dave’s Adam’s apple bobbed, the only hint that he was nervous. He didn’t beat around the bush. “I want you to sleep with Cat.”
Goose bumps rippled over Cat’s skin.
“What?”
Dave’s voice lowered. “Come on, man. It’s stupid for you to jack off in the corner while we’re having a good time.”
Cat didn’t think skin as dark as Andreas’s could flush, but he proved her wrong. His cheeks reddened. He pressed his lips together and didn’t speak.
Dave held out his hand. “Come here, Cat.”
Shakily, she took her husband’s hand and moved to stand between his legs. He turned her to face Andreas. “Look at her. She wants this.” Dave stroked her hair. “I want it. You want it. Why deny it?”
Cat’s nipples ached. She didn’t dare cast a glance at them, but feared they must be poking out like marbles against the shiny material of her bikini top. Resisting the urge to cover herself, she raised her gaze from the rippling water at Andreas’s shins, up his strong legs, his gray surf shorts, his rippled abs and muscular torso, his strong chin and nose, sculpted cheekbones. She stopped when she saw the fear shining in his eyes. He looked more fearful now than he had sounded in the moments before the crash. He shook his head minutely.
Dave flicked the clasps at her neck and behind her back. She stood very still as the bikini top slithered down her body and slid into the water. Still as a statue, Andreas watched her. She gazed into his eyes, saw his pupils dilate.
“Dave,” he groaned.
She was on display. Her husband was the one putting her on display, showing off her body like a trophy. His trophy.
God, it made her hot. Her pussy was on fire. She wanted Dave’s mouth on it. She wanted both their mouths on it.
Dave pulled her close into his body and licked up the curved side of her breast. “She tastes good, my friend.”
She stared at Andreas. He didn’t move.
Dave stroked down her shoulder blade, resting his palm on the small of her back.
A muscle in Andreas’s arm quivered.
Cat licked her lips. Now or never.
She moved out of Dave’s embrace and took two long steps through the knee-deep water. She felt Dave’s presence just behind her as he jumped into the water and stepped forward with her.
“Please kiss me.” She pressed her breasts against Andreas’s chest, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to hers.
He froze, but he didn’t jerk away. She’d never kissed such an unresponsive mouth. His lips felt like velvet against hers, so soft. She kissed the corners of his mouth, then a little higher at that place that dimpled when he smiled. She returned to his lips, brushing them over and over with hers. Dave held her from behind, running his hands up and down the sides of her waist.
Andreas’s cock pressed against her belly. Dave’s rubbed against her lower back.
Cat’s knees buckled. It didn’t matter. Dave held her up.
She nipped at Andreas’s lower lip. She could feel his tension, streams of electricity buzzing beneath his skin. She willed him to relax, to set himself free, to open to her. She traced his lips with her tongue, and then tried to nudge them apart. Suddenly, she was no longer in control.
Andreas was.
One tempting heiress. Two sexy cowboys. Three means fun beyond her wildest dreams—until her Cord starts to unravel.
Take Me
© 2007 Mackenzie McKade
Available now at Samhain Publishing
Thoroughbred rancher’s daughter Caitlyn Culver has always wanted playboy Cord Daily, even after her daddy threatened to bankrupt him. But winning a racehorse in a poker game means Cord is no longer just a cattle rancher. He’s come back wealthier and more wicked than ever.
Snaring this cowboy won’t be easy for Cait, and keeping him will be even harder. Still, his sexual antics and taste for ménages won’t scare her off. She knows the best way to snag a man like Cord is to pretend indifference. So when he comes onto her in the barn, she plays along—only to leave him tied to a ladder, aroused and unfulfilled.
It’s payback time.
Cord seeks out Cait and brings along his playboy cousin, Dolan Crane. The two cowboys are enough to set her body afire. She’s bound and determined to resist their sexual allure, but ends up experiencing a night beyond her wildest fantasies. Now Dolan wants Cait for himself. Cait’s father wants Cord’s racehorse. And Cord wants Caitlyn to choose—her father’s money or her cowboy’s love.
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, ménage a trois, and BDSM.
Enjoy the following excerpt from Take Me:
Cait nearly swallowed her tongue as she jerked away from the stall. Startled, her heart raced, only pi
cking up speed when she saw who addressed her. Cord’s deep, sexy voice and his soft laughter that followed sent chills up her spine.
In a last-ditch effort to steady her hands, she rested them on her hips. “If it isn’t the bad boy of Santa Ysabel, California.”
Palm over his heart, Cord cried, “Owww…”
One minute he sported a mournful expression, the next his eyelashes lowered and he narrowed his eyes on her. When he pushed away from the stall Cait knew she was in trouble.
Her breath caught on an inhale.
Breathe.
He approached with bold, arrogant strides, flashing a drop-dead sexy smile that melted her insides.
She had to remind herself that Cord might make her mushy on the inside, but she had to be hard as nails on the outside in dealing with this man. Haughtily, she swept her gaze up and down him, pausing deliberately at his groin, before they came eye to eye.
Two can play this game.
Cait had been barely nineteen when she left California. She wasn’t the same girl now. Still little had changed when it came to her desires. She knew exactly what she wanted.
Cord Daily.
Rumors were his sexual antics ran wild. His taste for ménages had scared the living crap out of her. Not anymore. She’d take Cord any way she could have him.
Already she was imagining his lean, muscled physique pressed against hers, the feel of his slightly wavy blond hair between her fingers. The thought sent a twist of sensation in her belly and caused her heart to beat even faster.
The taut denim stretched low across his hips, outlining an impressive package—one she had every intention of unwrapping and soon, but not yet. The time had to be right or she’d lose him.
Slowly, he caressed her from head to toe, stripping her naked a piece of clothing at a time with just a look.
Little did he know that’s how Cait wanted it—skin-to-skin. Night after night, she dreamed of Cord’s hands roaming her body, heating her blood until she came apart at the seams.
Pulse pumping madly, she held her breath and prayed her aplomb wouldn’t shatter. She managed not to flinch when he reached for the ribbon holding her hair and pulled, releasing her tresses to fall around her shoulders. She even contained a reaction when he used that ribbon to tickle her bare shoulder blades and tease the exposed swells of her breasts. But no amount of willpower could have restrained her gasp as he released the ribbon to slither down her T-shirt.
He was good—damn good.
Her knees weakened, while her chest rose and fell more rapidly than she would prefer. And that wasn’t all that was going on with her body. The sting in her nipples twisted into an ache that shot straight for her pussy. She only prayed he couldn’t scent her arousal.
Stay focused, Cait.
She knew this man. He liked the game—liked the hunt. But he had a little surprise coming.
She wasn’t the prey—he was.
When she snagged the bad boy, she had plans to hold onto him, no matter what her father said. Who was he to determine Cord wasn’t good enough just because he didn’t offer anything to the family but cattle?
For Christsake, she was a woman and she’d damn well make her own choices.
Cord speared his fingers through her hair, jerking her to him, chest to chest, hips to hips. His lips were a breath away from hers, tempting—teasing.
Just another ploy to see if she’d close the gap between them—kiss him first—then he’d know he won.
Ain’t gonna happen.
“Something you want, Cord?” When she spoke her mouth brushed across his. It was pure hell not to take what she wanted, especially with his trimmed goatee and mustache tickling and tantalizing her lips.
His eyes darkened, his voice lowered. “You, darlin’.”
This was the opening she’d been waiting for—it was her move.
Cait’s gaze peeled away from his as she smoothed her cheek along his. She felt the catch in his breathing as she brought her lips to his ear and blew lightly, before inhaling the rich scent of sandalwood.
“I want you too.” She coaxed her tone to be soft, husky. “I’ve always wanted you.”
If you only knew how much.
He tried to snake his arms around her, but she was quick in pressing her palm against his chest, holding him at bay. Slowly, she curled her fingernails so they bit into him.
His seductive mouth parted, drawing her attention.
God, how she wanted to taste him, knowing if she did there would be a power exchange and she would be lost. “Uh-uh-uh. Let’s play first. You like to play games, don’t you, Cord?”
“Darlin’, right now I’d do anything you ask.” He shifted his hips. “See what you do to me.” He removed her hand from his chest, guiding it to his rock-hard groin.
Sinfully, he thrust his cock against her palm, working her hand up and down.
His intimate contact was more than she could have hoped for. The tightening of her grip rewarded her with deep growls that rumbled from his chest. The veins in his neck bulged. He leaned further into her touch and closed his eyes.
What next?
Her gaze darted around the barn. On a bench lay several strips of leather. Someone had been repairing a bridle. She released him and stepped away.
His heavy eyelids rose, his brow furrowing. “Where are you going?”
She gave him the most big-eyed, innocent expression she could muster. “I’m going to tie you up. That’s what you like, isn’t it?”
Cord’s rich laughter caressed her. “Darlin’, you’ve got that backward.”
Her bottom lip protruded into a little pout. “Don’t you want to play with me?”
He moved fast, his arm circling her waist, bringing her tight against his body. “Oh, yeah. I want to play with you.”
She could live forever staring into his aqua eyes, more green than blue. But if she were too eager she’d be just another notch on his belt. She wanted more than that—much more.
The bad boy was going down.
This summer, it’s going to be Steamy…
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Duty wars with affection when Racor’s greatest spy must decide who to trust, the evidence against her sexy suspects, or her heart?
A Scorching Seduction
© 2007 Marie Harte
Lt. Col. Trace N’Tre and Assassin Vaan C’Vail are hiding out in the only place the military can’t touch them—on a pleasure planet in an island resort owned by Vaan’s cousin. Gathering evidence on the outside, they know it’s only a matter of time before they’ll have to face their accuser, a high official in the Racor government.
Unbeknownst to them, Myst, Racor’s greatest spy, has had her eyes on them for some time. The puzzle of these two alleged traitors doesn’t fit, and Myst has made it her mission to find out why. But when the tables are turned and she’s caught spying under the planet’s hot summer suns, pleasure and affection confuse the issue, making her wonder who to trust—her heart, or the evidence against her lovers.
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, frank language, ménage, m/m action, and hot sweaty adventure.
A young minister’s celibacy is challenged by an earthy, Appalachian woman.
Blackberry Pie
© 2007 Bonnie Dee
On a blistering summer afternoon, Reverend Nathan Andrews climbs a mountain to meet backwoods members of his congregation. Fresh from seminary, the young man isn’t prepared for the onslaught of lust that hits him when he encounters a sensuous girl picking blackberries.
Determined to implement his outreach plan, he helps her harvest the fruit. But their potent sexual chemistry is too intense to deny and they engage in passionate sex surrounded by the beauty of nature.
Grace is earthy and primal, the opposite of the proper young lady he expects to take as a wife some day. Can there possibly be a future for a college-ed
ucated minister and a primitive mountain girl?
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language.
Can a straight-laced business student and an indie boy with a thing for extremely personal electronics turn one night’s wild ride into a trip to last forever?
Catching a Buzz
© 2007 Ally Blue
Adam Holderman isn’t your typical twenty-something college boy. He prefers jazz to Goth, shuns body piercings and street-waif clothing, and despises the lack of vocabulary among his peers. Some call him uptight, but Adam doesn’t see it that way. Just because he prefers his men articulate and well-groomed doesn’t make him a stick-in-the-mud. He simply has standards, unlike most guys his age.
The new employee at Wild Waters Park, where Adam works, single-handedly throws a monkey wrench into Adam’s orderly world view. Buzz Stiles wears eyeliner and black clothes, listens to emo bands, and talks like a teenage skate punk. He’s the polar opposite of Adam’s avowed “type”. So why can’t Adam get him out of his head?
When Adam finally agrees to go out with Buzz, he finds there’s much more to Buzz than a hot body, a sharp wit, and a Goth fashion sense. Buzz is someone Adam can see himself being with for the long haul. But you need more than mind-melting sex to make a relationship last. Can they keep their hands off each other long enough to find out if they have what it takes?
Warning, this title contains the following: graphic language, explicit male/male sex, inappropriate use of personal electronic devices, and gratuitous disco dancing.
Her boyfriend is back…and that’s a major problem. Antonia isn’t ready to face the one man who shakes up her world…
Full Disclosure
© 2007 Mary Wine
Antonia doesn’t need to look at forbidden fruit. The taste still clings to her lips, haunting her with just how good she and Danton had been together…
…Right up until he informed her that he had to get married because he was going to be a father. That just made it worse. Inside him was a man worth dreaming about, even if she knew it was in vain.