A.D. 2203: Adam and Eve By Ravyn Wilde
Science has proven that Werewolves have but one genetic breeding mate.
Their mate can be another Werewolf, a human female or possibly a warm-blooded Other. Male Weres can only detect their mate's scent during the full moon, so females of all warm-blooded species who don't want to be claimed make a habit of locking themselves in "safe rooms" so their scents can't be detected. For all of her 38 years, geneticist Eve Longtree, an independent human female through and through, has never forgotten to lock herself into her safe room during Lupine moon. Until now.
At His Mercy By Doreen DeSalvo
Faith Hartley is a researcher in the field of metaphysics. She's also a psychic. She desperately needs Jake McIntyre's approval for grant funds in order to continue conducting research at the university. Jake, a university board member and skeptical to the bone of psychic "charlatans", is ruthlessly determined that Faith won't get that grant money. He wants her to prove her psychic abilities before he'll even consider it. He wants Faith to read his mind, and he arrogantly believes she cannot. Faith can read his mind, all right. But the idea of admitting what Jake is thinking aloud is a bit unsettling. He's thinking of Faith. In wicked ways that would make even a Lady of the Evening gasp in shock...
Barbarian By Kate Douglas
Bryony believes her captive is the sex slave trader responsible for her sister's death. Holding him prisoner, she sexually "tortures" him for hours, getting him harder than steel but allowing him no release.
Innocent of her charges and obsessed with Bryony, Jake hunts her down. Two years later he captures his prey. And payback is a bitch.
Joshua 4.0 By Sahara Kelly
Joshua is everything a woman dreams of: gorgeous, sexy, and built with a body made for sin (and giving multiple O's). The problem is Joshua is a virtual reality computer program. He isn't real...or is he?
Manimal By Lani Aames
All Kelsey Locke wanted to do was get away for the weekend. She was sick to death of her ex-boyfriend and his irritating attempts to remain in her life. When a friend offered Kelsey the use of her secluded cabin for respite, she jumped at the offer. Kelsey was expecting snow, forest scenery, solitude to get some work done without interruptions, and not much else. Little does Kelsey know, someone - or something - is watching her. And his need to mate is strong...
Time-share: Amelia's Journey By Lora Leigh
Determined to make Venus habitable for humans, a spaceship of scientists heads to the veiled planet to work. An unexpected crash separates the crew, leaving Amelia alone with Mike and Saber. Strange things are happening in the biosphere, a primal, primitive phenomenon that affects not only Venus' organisms, but its three human inhabitants, too. The need to mate, to be impregnated, overwhelms Amelia, and the desire to be the one who impregnates her overpowers both men. Mike. Saber. Two hot-blooded males in their prime. But just like with any other species of animal, only one man can be the alpha male.
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Excerpt from Ellora's Cavemen-Tales From the Temple I by Doreen DeSalvo
Time-Share: Amelia's Journey
"What the hell is this? We've lost stabilization, Commander. Guidance is gone and radar is offline."
"Steering is shot all to hell." Commander Saber Madison struggled against the resistance in the manual guidance column, his hands clenching on the wheel as he fought the turbulence threatening to rip the small shuttle apart.
"We're heating up!" Major Mike Tennison furiously yelled as he fought to re-engage system electronics. "Control. Control. This is East Eden. This is East Eden. We have total system loss. Repeat, total system loss."
"Communications are gone, Commander," Tennison barked as the shuttled continued to drop from the sky.
The air inside the small craft was heating up, sweat building on their bodies as instinct kicked in to cool them down. Commander Madison was fighting the steering, pulling the wheel up and out as he tried to force the nose higher and activate the emergency gliding system.
Amelia Collins sat behind the co-pilot tightly strapped into her seat, her eyes locked on the commander as he struggled with the wheel. Desperation filled the cockpit as they dropped from the sky, gravity catching the spacecraft and pulling it at an enormous speed to the planet waiting below.
"Just a little more." Saber's voice was strained, the muscles in his arms bulging so tight his shirt bit into his arms as he pulled back on the wheel. "Almost there."
The emergency gliding system was just that. It required the complete failure of all on board systems, which meant steering. Pulling the column up manually was next to impossible, as the system electronics were said to be failure proof. Someone had evidently been wrong because every light and switch on the pilot and co-pilot's console was black and the air inside the craft was becoming increasingly thin.
"Got it!" Elation filled the dark voice as the column locked in place and the emergency power flickered around the cockpit.
The shuttle jerked, shuddered, the force outside breaking dramatically as the emergency stabilizers began to retract and lock in place. The craft groaned in protest as the direction changed, fighting to nose up, slow down and ease to the surface rather than being thrown into it.
"Control. Control. We have complete systems failure. Are you there, control?" Tennison continued his call to the space station as he fought to manually rebalance the oxygen and bring radar back online. "Dammit, Saber, where the fuck are we?"
Cloud cover was thinning, but there was still no way to tell exactly how far they had slid from their projected heading. Radar was shot, and the GPS silent.
"We're coming out of cloud cover. Shit. We got ocean under us." Saber was fighting with the steering to turn the craft in another direction, hopefully one with land beneath it. If they crashed in the ocean, there wouldn't be a hope of salvaging the onboard communications or their link to control. The mission was slated to be so perfectly safe that only the basic equipment had been included in the survival packs.
"We're turning. We're turning," Saber gritted out as Amelia felt the craft change direction. "We have potential landing at a heading of three o' clock. I'm heading in."
How he managed to wrestle the manual steering from a twelve o' clock position to three, Amelia had no idea. The shuttle turned, though, amazingly, descending without aid of the breaking system at a fast, though hopefully survivable, rate.
"We're going to hit hard!" Saber yelled over the sound of the craft's stress. "Brace in and expect to bounce."
And bounce they did. Amelia wondered if bones had managed to break as she was thrown time and again against the harness as the shuttle hit the ground and began moving across it at breakneck speed. Saber and Mike were involved in a long string of vitriolic curses as they fought to get the craft under control and stopped while still relatively intact.
"Fuck. We're gonna hit!" Mike suddenly screamed.
Amelia fought to stay conscious as fear overwhelmed her. She wasn't supposed to die on this mission. It was supposed to be safe.
"We're gonna clip." Saber was still fighting the steering as the shuttle groaned, howled, but once again shifted direction. A second later the air seemed to explode as the craft jerked, bounced hard and the sound of tearing metal filled their ears.
"Shit. We lost the wings." The wings, but not their lives. The rate of speed had slowed dramatically, enough that when the shuttle plowed into something seconds later it shuddered to a stop rather than bouncing over it.
At that second, Amelia's harness snapped on the right, throwing her heavily into the other side. As she bounced into it, the left side gave as well and pitched her into the pilot's area.
She cried in shock as she pitched forward, her head clipping the back of the pilot's seat and rendering her mercilessly unaware as her body flew toward the glass shields ahead.