When Kira Maxwell decides to trade in her lousy sex life for a very expensive vibrator, she visits the classiest joint on the Las Vegas strip to make her purchase. She hopes to at least keep her body satisfied, because her heart has yet to find satisfaction from any man.
However, The Great Smenkare vibrator isn't a regular sex toy. Cursed because his selfish behavior caused the death of Bastet's favorite priestess, Smenkare has paid the price over and over for his selfish use of women. He wants nothing more than to be freed from Bastet's service...until he meets the funny and sweet Kira.
A spell is cast between two people who can heal each other--but the magic holding Smenkare in Kira's arms only lasts thirty days.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from All You Need is Lust by Riley Ashford
Kira stopped gawking at the displays and walked into the main part of the store. An electric zing pinioned her between the pillars. The odd feeling lasted only seconds, but she felt strange, as if she'd been momentarily examined and judged. She shook her head. Of course, she would feel like she was being judged. She felt guilty about being in a porn shop. She felt guilty about seeking an instrument for her own pleasure. She felt guilty that she couldn't attract a single decent guy into her life.
"There's no reason to feel guilty," purred a low feminine voice.
Kira turned and found herself under the scrutiny of a beautiful woman. Dark eyes assessed Kira. She was dressed like an Egyptian, from flowing white garments, to multicolored jewelry, from the thin sandals on her slender feet, to the band of gold surrounding her dark hair. Dark kohl lined her eyes, but that seemed to be the only concession to Egyptian makeup. Her skin was so flawless, she didn't need the war paint most women needed just to look halfway decent. Her features were almost catlike, and her feline smile only solidified Kira's impression of a prowling kitty.
"You read minds here at the ol' Emporium?" asked Kira, wondering if this exotic woman was as psychic as she was gorgeous.
"I read expressions." The woman's smile twitched. "A young woman alone in my store of erotic wonders... You have been mistreated by men. You seek to fulfill your own pleasure."
"Someone told me about the Pharaoh 3000," said Kira, before she lost her nerve. No way was she going to peruse the shelves. From the size of the vibrator section, she'd be in here for three days trying to find the one she wanted.
"I am Bast," said the woman, holding out her hand.
Kira took it, wondering at the unusual name. The woman gripped her hand a few seconds longer than necessary, her gaze so intense Kira blushed.
"You are the one," announced Bast.
"The vibrator you asked for, it is not for you. I have something special, something you will like better."
While she wasn't an expert on vibrators, Kira was damned sure about the product she wanted to buy. She'd kept the ad she'd clipped from her brother's porn magazine in her purse for the last two weeks. It had taken her that long to gather enough courage to drive to The Lust Bastion.
"Look, I know what I want. Just sell me the Pharaoh 3000 and I'll be on my way."
Bast did not reply. Instead she led Kira behind the cashier's counter, through a dark purple curtain, and into a small room. Unease crept up Kira's spine. It shouldn't be this difficult to purchase one stinkin' sex toy!
The woman gestured for Kira to stay put then she continued through a second purple curtain. She debated about leaving the room, running out the door, and never returning. Wasn't her hand just as good a tool as a vibrator? An orgasm was an orgasm, right?
"For you," said Bast as she reentered the room. She held up a white box with symbols carved on the top of it. "Sit."
Kira looked down at the small exquisitely carved wood table and its matching chairs. She hadn't noticed them before. Curiosity piqued, she scooted onto a chair and waited to see what was in the white box.
Bast opened the box, unfolded layers of tissue paper, and removed a large gold vibrator. Gold. Long, with a thick head, and realistic balls, it was lust-inspiring.
"Why is it gold?"
"It is the appropriate color for a gift."
She handed it to Kira and she took it, amazed at how real it felt--almost as warm and soft as a man's flesh.
"You push the button on the bottom to turn it on."
Kira flipped it over and saw a tiny black button. She pointed to it. "How do I control the speed?"
"The vibrator knows what you need," replied Bast. "It's intuitive."
"How is that possible?"
"Computer chips with emotional sensors."
"Oh." Kira wasn't sure she believed such technology existed.
"What's this one called?"
"The Great Smenkare."
"The Great Smenkare? That's a sucky name for a vibrator."
Bast's smile suggested a private joke. "It fits for this one. You may take it with you for two hundred and fifty dollars."
The vibrator thunked to the table. "Are you nuts? That's enough for a gourmet lunch and a spa treatment. And maybe some new eye shadow from Mac."
"You don't need those things. You need this." Bast plucked the golden dick from the table and placed it in the box. "You won't regret the purchase. I guarantee it."
"Is that a money-back guarantee?"
An elegant shoulder lifted. "If you like."
Kira frowned. That sure didn't sound like a guarantee. She looked at The Great Smenkare nestled in the tissue paper. Truth was, she could afford it. She tended to be a penny pincher, which a former therapist had pointed out was due to her growing up in a poor family that had survived on government welfare and charity. Kira had already figured out that much and that's why Captain Obvious was now her former therapist.
She wasn't sure why she wanted the vibrator, but the need to own it crept inside her like a thief sneaking into a museum. Desire overtook her in an odd sweeping rush. She wanted to feel it rub her clit, stroke her pussy, sensitize her nipples. Images of her and the golden cock consumed her thoughts. Her lips parted and her breath exited in a pleasurable gasp. She stared at Bast with glazed eyes. "I'll take it."
"Somehow, I knew you would."
Bast's catlike grin unnerved Kira. There was something weird about the woman. Something...mystical. And creepy.
"In order to use the vibrator, you must say the incantation." One glossy gold nail tapped the symbols on the box's lid.
"I thought I turned on the button."
"Incantation first. You only have to speak it once. After that, you merely press the button."
Kira peered at the squiggles, dots and lines. "I can't read whatever this is."
"The English translation is inside the box."
"Should I light some incense and wear a white robe?"
"If you wish."
"I wasn't serious."
Bast's brows rose, but her gaze was steady, intent and serious.
Yep. This chick was a ten on the creep-o-meter scale. Kira cleared her throat. "So what does it take to buy this thing? Firstborns? Or do you take credit cards?"
"I haven't taken a firstborn for payment since the twelfth century. A credit card will do nicely."
Kira took the box and followed Bast to the cash register. She paid for the Great Smenkare with her never-used Visa.
Bast handed her a black plastic bag with The Lust Bastion emblazoned in gold swirls across it. "Be sure and tell your friends about us."
"Yeah. I'll do that." When it snows in hell.