Summer. Hot. Sticky. Sexy.
Although not all of the
stories in this collection take place in the summer, they are definitely hot,
might make you a little sticky, and are unquestionably sexy. What is more
perfect for a sultry summer night?
Seduction is the name of the
game in some of our stories. Control, submission, and domination flavor a
couple more. And the others? Just downright deliciously sexy, in multiple ways.
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RED:
A TALE OF SEDUCTION
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I had a choice of stories to submit, and decided that my Little Red Riding Hood remake would be perfect! I mean, how can you go wrong with New Orleans, Bourbon Street, voo doo, a werewolf, the bayou, and a little magic?
Just to give you a taste, here is the opening of RED: A TALE OF SEDUCTION:
Bourbon Street, The French
Quarter
New Orleans, 10:39 p.m.
“Come closer, Red,” he rasped. “I want that
burning-hot body next to mine.” The wiry stranger threaded his hot fingers
through her hair at the nape, and his steamy breath snaked around her neck.
A carnival spun in Garnet Boudreaux’s head,
and for once, she did not want to get off the ride. Was she drunk? Yes,
somewhat. But it was okay, she was with her girlfriends, and they watched out
for each other.
Right?
Were they watching his hands glide over her
ass, too?
Hell, did she care?
Eyes the color of dark honey with flecks of
gold pierced hers and held as he pressed closer. His lips scraped over her
cheek, sending a shudder of want from the curls on her auburn head straight
down to her scarlet toenails. Neon swirled as he led her out the door of the
Cat’s Meow, spilling into Bourbon Street’s static currents, taking the lead as
they dirty-danced their way into the crowd.
“My friends…” she breathed, wincing as he
nipped her neck, his teeth clipping at the tender skin beneath her ear lobe.
“Back in the bar,” he growled.
Oh
Damn. She shouldn’t leave
Tiana and Kathleen behind. They needed her. Didn’t they?
Or did she need them?
Like a cat lapping at milk, his tongue laved
her neck to cheek. “Give me your tongue,” he commanded. His hands rested under
her armpits, cradling the sides of her breasts, thumbing her nipples through
the red satin dressed she’d borrowed for this decadent Mardi Gras-type party on
Bourbon her company insisted they attend.
Her mask. Had she lost it?
Dammit. She loved that mask. All lace and
filigree, and made her look mysteriously sexy.
She glanced behind her, searching through
the crown. He caught her chin between his fingers and forcefully turned her
face back toward his.
“Me. I’m the one you are with. Forget the
others.”
Her brain said no. The tingles racing up her
spine and the heat gathering in her panties cried yes.
Yes.
His hips gyrated against hers and his dance
swept her into a spiral of lights and hands and lips and skin on skin. He
dipped his tongue deep into her cleavage and she resisted the urge to clasp his
head against her chest and keep him there. He was hard against her abdomen.
Ready.
Waiting.
Primal.
Had he growled?
“Garnet!” A giggle of laughter exploded
behind her as Kath, totally lacking in grace, grasped her forearm and spun her
away from the man. “Come back inside! Tiana is giving Jell-O shots off her
tits. You have to see this!”
For a moment, Garnet was disoriented,
disengaged, trying to focus on being snatched away from her alluring dance
partner and deciphering what Kath was saying.
Tia
had Jell-O tits?
Too many Hurricanes. Damn that magic potion
of rum and fruit juice, or whatever…
A low growl purred in her ear, like it was
placed there on purpose. Calling her. Turning, she looked back.
He was gone.
At once she was cold. Empty.
With Kath still tugging, pulling her inside,
she tripped backward. Frantic, she scanned the crowd until at last, a fixed set
of brown-gold eyes stared back through the swarm and held for an eternal
moment, then vanished.
****
RED:
A TALE OF SEDUCTION
Garnet Boudreaux is going home. Not to her apartment in New York City
but to her childhood home in the bayou. She doesn’t want to go, and isn’t
certain what will be waiting for her when she arrives. But standing in the
voodoo shop on Bourbon Street, in the middle of one helluva Mardi Gras party,
she’s told by Madame Madeleine Dupuis that she has no choice. The witchy woman
presses two pouches into Garnet’s hands, wraps a red cape around her, and tells
her she must go—and go now—to see to her grandmother.
Max LeBlanc spies the auburn-haired beauty across the street and knows
in a heartbeat she is the one. A rougarou always knows when he’s met his mate.
Some may call him a lycanthrope, a werewolf if you will, but in Cajun bayou
lands he’s known as The Rougarou. He’s
waited several hundred years for this moment, and for her. There is nothing
left for him to do, but mark her and claim her as his mate. Tonight.
MEET THE REST OF THE AUTHORS AND THEIR STORIES:
SEDUCING STEVE by Maggie Wells.
Will love get lost in the shuffle when friends turn
into lovers?
RED: A TALE OF SEDUCTION by Maddie James
Ever wonder
what happened when Little Red Riding Hood grew up? In the bayou? With a
grandmother who used potions and magic and…
BEST I EVER HAD by Wendi Zwaduk
The
objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love
TO SIR, WITH LOVE by Madison J. Edwards
Sparks fly when Beth discovers the truth about her
secret Dom, who happens to be her boss, Jonah Carter.
CHEAPSKATES IN LOVE by Evelyn Jules
Can two
cheapskates make the ultimate sacrifice and pay for a membership to the online
dating site so they can track each other down?
SWITCHED
by Bella Masters
Can
undercover cop, Isaac, remain in control of a dangerous situation with Domme
Cerise, when all he really wants to do, is give up every bit of control to her?
BONUS STORIES! BODY
CHECK by Evelyn Jules, DON’T TEMPT ME by Bella Masters, THE
ART LOVER by Maggie Wells