The Scottish Highland Games is the last place Cait McLaird expects to find sex, but when she sees hot kilt-wearing drummer Jake Ferguson, she fantasizes he's pounding his cadence between her legs.
Intrigued by the beautiful, older blonde he glimpses at the entertainment tent entrance, Jake hunts Cait down in her vendor booth. His invitation to the ice cream parlor may sound innocent, but the kiss is anything but... In a dark corner of the park, Cait finds passion she didn't know she could feel, with a man determined to share the rhythm of his heart.
For the King's Pleasure
Shatara has waited years to fulfill her calling as a byrna and sexually pleasure the nobility of her Ajika race. When one of the most powerful kings demands her services, she'll do anything to ensure her house's reign as the most coveted. The last thing she expects is for her untapped desires to be sated.
King Ladarius knows his pride and crown are at risk unless he upholds custom. But Shatara awakens lust he thought died years ago. Neither expects the intense passion their mating creates. Can a union forged from duty and honor become more than that?
Hell to Pay
The Longs and the Wilsons have been at war for generations. When Cassidy Wilson moves to Summer Lake, she tries to stay out of the fray. Her dog just won't let her. Time and again, he ends up right where he shouldn't--on Rafer Long's property. Dark and brooding, Rafer is the sexiest of Cassidy's enemies. Just being near him makes her body grow hot and her knees go weak.
Rafer doesn't mind finding Cassidy on his turf. He's lusted after her since she moved in, even when he knows he shouldn't. So when her dog gives him an excuse to be with her, he uses it. Even knowing there will be hell to pay.
The Proper Wife
Elizabeth Warren is not happy with her handsome ship captain husband but doesn't know what she's missing until she spies a man and woman having torrid sex. How can she, a proper wife, rouse that kind of passion from her husband?
An unexpected and intense education from a whore allows Elizabeth to use her new skills to seduce her husband. But he is furious, convinced by her wantonness that she is unfaithful. He binds Elizabeth and takes her with an abandon that has her crying with pleasure. Now she must win back his trust.
Touch of Lust
Julia expects unusual experiences on her first interplanetary journey but not marriage to a compelling stranger. One who can turn her body to liquid fire with only a touch.
Gavor does not want a bond-mate. He enjoys indulging his varied sexual tastes too much to ever restrict himself to one partner--until he rescues an irresistible woman from disgrace. Although from a repressive planet, she's everything he was afraid to ask for. More than their happiness is at stake. Gavor has one devastating weapon with which to overcome her background--seduction. As long as Julia succumbs to his touch of lust.
With Sword and Salt
A failed mission ended Kitta's career as a mercenary, and the memories of her capture still haunt her dreams. Her life takes an unexpected turn when a stranger walks into her tavern and ignites a sensual fire that demands one-on-one contact.
Doss needs Kitta's help to find his brother, a member of her mercenary team erroneously reported as KIA. The ex-merc isn't anything like Doss expected and one amazing night with Kitta will never be enough. Will their attraction and sexual need be a deadly distraction?
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Excerpt from Flavors of Ecstasy II by Ari Thatcher
Another drummer moved through the crowd. His bearing demanded her attention, not to mention his height, noticeably taller than the line of people standing at the edge of the space. He carried a large side drum hanging by a strap around his neck, and he beat out the marching meter as he wound his way through the large crowd. She felt the music as if his drum controlled the pulse of her heart. The man's long chestnut hair fell in waves almost to his waist, moving in the breeze that snuck in through the tent flaps. His white peasant shirt was open in a vee to mid-chest and tucked into his knee-length kilt. His tartan proclaimed he was a Ferguson.
Cait couldn't take her eyes off his body, the way it moved, the way it filled his clothes. His sleeves fit tight against his muscled forearms as he swung the drumsticks. He worked the crowd, smiling, nodding, pausing in front of some. His arms kept the beat as if by rote. He turned her way, met her look and licked his lips. With the barest of grins, he nodded. Her heart fluttered and she clamped her legs together, even knowing no one could see the sudden dampness that tongue had caused. Wool skirts served a purpose after all.
The drummer turned his head toward the front of the crowd and played on, stopping before an awestruck boy of two or three. The boy's gaze locked on the moving sticks, entranced. The drummer knelt and set the drum down in front of the boy, pounded a few beats and offered the sticks to the child.
The child picked up the sticks and bonked the drum head, his grin spreading. His eyes never left the instrument.
Cait's chest tightened. This Celtic drum god liked children, too. He was too good to be true. She forced her lungs to fill and blew the air out through pursed lips as she left the tent. Lily awaited her in their booth. She'd only left to find a restroom, but her heart led her to the tent where the pipe and drum band played.
She loved traditional Celtic music, one of her favorite parts of being a vendor at Scottish Highland Games around the western states. A good, strong drumbeat was the hottest part of music. It didn't really matter what type of drum, as long as the pulse came through hard and constant and driven.
When the drummer was a hottie to boot, well, who needed more?
An Excerpt From: FOR THE KING'S PLEASURE
"Why is that not acceptable?"
"It could be, my King, but..." Laken gasped a breath. His eyes darted to the three court guards on either side of the doorway. "Selecting someone is only good if she is used."
Ladarius fisted the ancient wooden handle and took a deep breath. Anger boiled within him, but he knew better than react. That was what had started this nightmare a month ago. Several advisors had been quick to point out his increased agitation and foul temperament. Everyone had immediately cited the cause as sexual frustration.
"I'll fuck the woman of your choosing before the royal council and any of our people who wish to watch. It is required, so it shall be."
Laken cleared his throat and whispered, "My King, I wish to mention that there are a couple of other options available to you."
"Such as?" The nervousness in the man's voice made Ladarius' skin crawl and his stomach knot. Whatever was racing through Laken's mind could not be good.
"There are quite a few rather fetching men who..."
"Finish that and I will gut you like an animal and toss your remains to the wild beasts in the cages." Outrage filled him, his brain reeled at the fact his trusted friend and advisor would entertain the idea of bringing men in for him. That would never happen in his palace. At least not for him. "Women only if I must deal with this nonsense in the first place, Laken."
Ladarius removed the royal robe and tossed it to one of the servants flittering nervously behind them. Rubbing his hand across his neck, he willed his thinning patience to last a few more moments.
"Forgive me. I had to offer it to you. A byrna would perhaps be an ideal option." The man's hopefulness never ceased.
An Excerpt From: HELL TO PAY
Rafer Long was waiting for her. Watching and waiting...
His body tensed the moment he saw her. Sitting on the deck next to him was her dog.
"I'm sorry," Cassidy blurted. Instinctively she hurried forward, wanting to stave off his anger.
"He wasn't leashed."
The cool voice whipped across the lawn, sending a chill over her skin. Or something like a chill... Only it was hotter. Hotter and, in its own way, invigorating.
"I put in an invisible fence," she explained quickly. "I don't know why it's not working."
"This is the third time this week."
"I know. I'm not sure how to contain him anymore. He seems to have found a way off the chain when I use it. I feel like I'm living with the Houdini of the canine world."
Rafer didn't smile and she was rambling. The words just kept coming faster and quieter the more he watched her. Finally, they trailed off to nothing. They stared at each other, two on-edge combatants waiting for the other to make the first move.
Sensing something at play, Thunder rolled onto his stomach. He'd been using Long's deck as a scratching post for his back, oblivious to the fact that he wasn't wanted there. Propping himself up, he smiled at her, panting with his pink tongue lolling carelessly.
"I'm sorry if he bothered you," Cassidy said quietly.
In one smooth rolling motion, Rafer pushed himself to his feet. "He seems to be spending as much time over here as he is at his own home."
"I know." Her heart took off like a racehorse as her enemy approached her. Tall and lean, he moved in a way that was just...sexual. Or menacing. There was such a fine line between the two. Like a tiger on the hunt, he had a lethal beauty that she couldn't tear her gaze from.
And God, he was beautiful. Dark-haired, blue-eyed and hard-muscled.
"I'm beginning to think you send him over here intentionally," he said, stalking towards her.
"No! I swear."
"Are you trying to rile me, Cassidy?"
Her mouth went dry.
When he stopped, he was in her space. "Because it's working."
Pinpricks caught her skin. "He just seems intent on exploring. Something over here must have caught his interest."
Something or someone... Razor blue eyes suddenly focused on her, seemingly peering into her soul, and her stomach dropped to somewhere around her feet. She knew she had always had a fascination for things that frightened her. Thunderstorms, horror movies, this man...
"That doesn't make it all right." His voice had gotten even lower and raspier.
Embarrassment crept through her when her nipples tightened almost painfully. "I know. You're right. I'll keep a closer eye on him."
"Not good enough." He stepped closer until their bodies nearly brushed.
"I warned you," he said quietly. "What did I tell you would happen if I found him on my land again?"
His jaw was tense, a muscle throbbing way back under his ear. He radiated heat, frustration and aggression.
And pure and utter temptation.
"What did I tell you, Cass?"
Every muscle in her body trembled. "There'd be hell to pay."
"That's right." His blue eyes flashed. "And the devil is here to collect."
An Excerpt From: THE PROPER WIFE
Elizabeth watched men shouting and rushing about the busy wharf, but her attention was soon caught by noises from the other side of the carriage, like the grunting of an animal. She turned her head to find the source of the noise. In the dark she could make out only the dim outlines of the barrels. She moved closer to the carriage door.
A man spoke.
"You minx, you minx, I'll have you."
A woman laughed in response.
"Give me your titties, you slut, you beauty."
Elizabeth's heart beat faster. She knew she should look no further. She knew she should leave the carriage and find Captain Warren. But before she could move, the clouds parted and the light of the moon illuminated her view.
A woman with wild hair sat on the ground, leaning against a barrel, her legs sprawled open. Her dress was pulled down to her waist, her large breasts exposed.
A man sat next to her, reaching for her breasts. She pushed his hands away.
"Let me have a drink first, you old sod," the woman said. She raised a bottle to her lips and took a deep swig. Then she poured some of the liquid from the bottle on her breasts.
"Suck!" she commanded the man.
He groaned and put his mouth to her breasts, lapping at them as if he were a dog.
He licked her nipples, sucked them, bit them.
"Such beauties," the man said. He squeezed the woman's breasts.
Elizabeth held her breath, afraid they would see her watching them. She wanted them to stop. She wanted them to go on.
An Excerpt From: TOUCH OF LUST
Gavor drew in a slow breath as he stood in the shadows near the wall of windows, surveying the crowd. The scent of a ripe female teased him. Somewhere here was a woman worthy of his attention. His kind could always tell.
He wasn't often in the position of observer and enjoyed the novelty, leisurely extending his awareness through the room. There! A young woman, of maybe twenty Terran Standard years, dressed in a dowdy garment that covered more than it revealed, walked a precise two paces behind three older men. She kept her eyes downcast. Her heavy clothing couldn't conceal her generous curves.
The rich aroma of her sex--for it had to be hers--wrapped around him, suffusing his entire being. Damn, but the pull was strong. A tickle of fear mingled with the lust coursing through him. As a half-breed shifter who couldn't change his shape, he'd hoped his limited abilities would leave him free of the mate-bond that characterized his mother's people.
He'd dreaded learning otherwise and finding his mate, for it would put a stop to his licentious ways. And by the moons of Orsind, fucking whomever he liked wherever he liked was what he lived for! Who would voluntarily give that up for monogamy? He had inherited the were-folk charisma in cargo-loads. That made life much more interesting and almost made up for not being able to run free in animal form. He felt perfectly complete without a mate. That the mating bond was involuntary was irrelevant.
The burnished gold of her hair drew his eye but when she looked up, it was her perfect features that held his attention. By most cultural preferences she was too tall, too long of nose, too plump, too subservient in her demeanor, for beauty. To him, she was perfect.
What would she look like, bound spread-eagled and waiting for him? Even better, rearing over him, ready to impale herself on his ready cock. He longed to see her eyes darken with passion and desire, her lush breasts blush as she came for him again and again. The beast that lived within him agreed with a snarl, pushing against his control and urging him to take her, here, now.
An Excerpt From: WITH SWORD AND SALT
His piercing blue gaze met hers. Heat spiked straight to her pussy.
Fuck! Kitta understood she had a sensual attraction to his kind, fearless men who tackled impossible missions and defied the odds. In her former life as a mercenary she'd had enough sweat-drenched fear and alpha males to last a lifetime. But what was a black-ops guy doing on Raegel, a planet well outside Alliance-controlled space?
His clean male scent hit her nostrils, awakening a smoldering need Kitta eased nightly with an animated piece of pliable plastic. Kitta inhaled, slowly, and looked right into his cerulean eyes.
"What's your pleasure?"
Hair as pale as snow fell in unruly waves to his broad shoulders, but his arched eyebrows and long eyelashes were black. His nose was a little long, his chin strong and his smile was utterly captivating.
"No volcano for me. Captain Donel won't be his best tomorrow, but one of us has to be functional."
"Crewing with Donel. Lucky you."
Again, his lips curved into a devastating smile. "I'll have a beer. Whatever you recommend."
Kitta poured her best and most expensive brew and set the glass before him.
Donel's crewmen were usually hard drinkers, beer-chugging fucks that belched their approval and made rude passes, but this one was handsome and polite.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure." The answer popped out so quick Kitta couldn't call it back. Okay, so she'd break a rule and let a customer buy her a drink. "One drink."
He nodded. "It's nice talking to a real bartender instead of a droid programmed in small talk. Even better when the bartender is a beautiful woman."
The blond wasn't the first customer to flirt with her, but he was definitely the sexiest.
Two off-duty security officers, the closest thing Raegel had to police officers, arrived and called out to Kitta. She served them and moved along the bar refilling drinks, working her way back to the sexy patron.
She caught his delicious scent, felt an almost forgotten thrum deep in her middle. Maybe tonight, just this once, she'd make an exception and allow herself a little pleasure.