Wolf Pack 2 - Awesome Prizes & $0.99 Shifter Romances!

Wolf Pack 2 - Awesome Prizes & $0.99 Shifter Romances!

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Georgette St. Clair

Book Title: The Alpha Meets His Match

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Adriana Hunter

Book Title: Better Mate Than Never

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Aubrey Rose

Book Title: Blind Wolf

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Tabitha Conall

Book Title: Harvest Moon

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Marian Tee

Book Title: The Demon Duke and I

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Lynn Red

Book Title: Change for Me

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Dawn Steele

Book Title: The Pretend Marriage: A Werewolf Romance

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Eliza Gayle

Book Title: Alpha Wolf Rising

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Michelle Fox

Book Title: Blue Moon

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Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance Box Set & Giveaway

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The Billionaire's Muse by Ava Lore: When struggling artist Sadie MacElroy attempts to pay back eccentric billionaire Malcolm Ward for a broken vase, Malcolm decides he wants her: in front of his camera, under his brush, and in his bed.
 
The CEO and the Girl from the Coffee Shop by Terry Towers: Coffee shop hostess, Beth Wilmington, is shocked when one of her customers, sexy billionaire Gabriel Reynolds, offers her a job as a live-in housekeeper. She takes the job, but fears only trouble can ensue.
 
Yes, Mr. Collins by Anna Antonia (writing as Charlotte deCorte): Brilliant, yet demanding, billionaire boss Mr. Collins will stop at nothing to get his assistant Natasha Reynolds under this thumb and in his bed.
 
My Rockstar Billionaire by Amy Aday: Belle travels to an island resort and meets sexy and mysterious Ricky, who won't take no for an answer. Will she learn to trust again and learn his secrets?
 
Heidi and the Kaiser by Selena Kitt: When wanna-be designer Heidi accidentally stains fashion mogul Warren Kaiser's pants, she gets two things she didn't expect--a spanking and a job.
 
Gloria's Secret by Nelle L'Amour: Gloria Long, the world's largest retailer of lingerie, succumbs to the charms of billionaire advertising guru Jaime Zander, but her own dark secret threatens her empire, their relationship, and her life.
 
Make You Mine by Tawny Taylor: To keep her job, Daryl Laroche must find the perfect new client for her employer and the sexy, rich and enigmatic Tevin Page fits the bill. But before he signs the contract, he issues one deliciously tempting demand...
 
Trapped into a Marriage by Dez Burke: Blackmailed into marriage to rich, gorgeous, Nick Vitale, Keyonna Hayes is determined to teach him a thing or two about love. Soon intrigue, heartbreak, and betrayal ensue, and the two fight to regain a love that was always destined to be theirs.
 
The Art of Catching a Greek Billionaire by Marian Tee: Schoolteacher Mairi Tanner is not a gold digger, she just knows what she wants her Mr. Right to be--handsome, Greek, and oh, a billionaire, too! Is that so bad?
 
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A Virgin Enslaved 2

THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 40 AND AMAZON EROTICA TOP 100 BESTSELLER CONTINUES!

Small town girl Beth Tyrell is in a dream relationship with her handsome billionaire boyfriend, Chris Morton. The sex is stupendous, their burgeoning love a marvel, and it’s all Beth can do to put the brakes upon moving too fast. To make matters more complicated, she has a new job, and her gorgeous new CEO boss may be putting the moves on her.

Then her whole world caves in when Chris’s ex-girlfriend, Selena, emerges from the dead.

Selena is not any ordinary ex-girlfriend. She was the one who emotionally damaged Chris when their teacher-student relationship was busted. And now she rises from her mysterious disappearance eighteen years ago with a sole name on her fevered mind: “Christopher Morton.”

Has Selena come to claim what is hers? And will Beth let Chris go without a fight?

A VIRGIN ENSLAVED 2, a 34,000-word erotic romance novel, is the sequel to A VIRGIN ENSLAVED.

READ AN EXCERPT:

“Elizabeth Tyrell? Please have a seat.”

“Thank you.”

He composes himself behind the desk.

“Can I get you some coffee?” he says solicitously. “Some mints?”

I suppress a smile. “I’m supposed to be getting you the coffee and mints, sir. That is, if I’m hired.”

“We’ll see about that,” he says with a smile.

I don’t know if it is meant to be flirtatious, and so I quickly hand him my portfolio. He spends some time reading it.

“Interesting. Very interesting.” He doesn’t sound patronizing at all. He looks up, his blue eyes crinkling. “I see you’ve worked for Morton Enterprises.”

“Yes.”

“For a very brief period.” His gaze is knowing. “He has quite a reputation with his PAs, Christopher Morton. Your departure wouldn’t have been something to do with that now, would it?”

I flush. “Actually, sir – ”

“Please call me Boyd.”

“Actually, Mr. Boyd, it does.” I take a deep breath. Might as well come clean. “Mr. Morton and I are . . . dating. That is why I resigned from the company. It was because I didn’t want to compromise my professional ethics.”

Boyd’s pale blue eyes flare open in surprise. “Oh. That’s a new one.” He shakes himself to seemingly recover. “Woah, that caught me like a curveball from left field. Chris Morton is going out with you?”

He says this in the way that one would say ‘Did an alien really land in your backyard?”

I’m a little cheesed off. Why wouldn’t Chris Morton go out with me? I’m not that unattractive. I know I’m not Taylor, Chris’s beautiful ex-fuck buddy, but I don’t exactly have a spare thumb growing out of my nose either.

“Do you have a problem with that, sir?”

“Uh, no. It’s just that Chris Morton has a – ”

“Reputation, I know, but he’s trying to come clean now. And he has been trying for months.” I lick my lips. Why do I sound so defensive on behalf of Chris?

But I am. Chris deserves to have the benefit of the doubt. He has been wonderful for the past six months. He has been the perfect, attentive boyfriend, and I certainly can’t complain about the copious amounts of sex I’m getting.

Boyd’s eyes linger on my face, my lips.

I blush again.

250,000th Sales Milestone

I have just hit the quarter million sales milestone mark. Thank you, dear readers, for all your support! I hope to be able to entertain you for a long time from now!

The Pretend Boyfriend 4

THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 15 AND AMAZON TOP 100 EROTICA BESTSELLING SERIES CONTINUES!

Brian Morton is in serious trouble. The woman who accused him of rape, Delilah Faulkner, has offered to cut him a ‘deal’. She will drop all charges against his ‘pretend’ girlfriend, Sam, if he agrees to have sex with her. Repeatedly. Right up till his trial.

The cornered Brian hesitantly agrees. After all, he is willing to do anything for Sam. But one thing leads to another, and soon, Delilah wants a whole lot more than he is willing to give.

Meanwhile, Sam mistakenly thinks that Brian has taken up with Delilah. Blindsided with jealousy, she falls into the arms of her hunky gym employee.

With the trial looming up, can Brian and Sam save themselves in time?

THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 4, a 24,000-word erotic romance short novel, is the final volume in the series.

The Pretend Boyfriend 3

AN UNSPOKEN LOVE BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE WHO WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR EACH OTHER, BUT WON’T ADMIT IT.

Things are not looking good for Samantha Fox and her ‘partner’, the gorgeous former playboy, Brian Morton. Their new gym is not attracting customers, thanks to a crushing campaign from a rival gym. Having sunk all his money into Sam’s dream, Brian is almost destitute.

To top it off, Brian’s rape trial is coming up. Believing that he was set up, Sam is determined to expose the truth. She secretly engineers a series of events to befriend Delilah Faulkner, the woman who accused Brian of raping her.

But things do not go as planned. Sam finds herself in more trouble than she has bargained for. Can Brian uncover the truth in time and save Sam from herself?

THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 3 is a 24,000-word erotic romance short novel.


BOOKS IN THIS SERIES

The Pretend Boyfriend
The Pretend Boyfriend 2
The Pretend Boyfriend 3

EXCERPT:

This is the main reason why he has managed to remain monogamous to Sam, he tells himself.

He has not been mono-amorous since he started having sex in the tenth grade. Not that he had told Sam he was sleeping only with her. It would ruin his reputation, and he has to preserve it where Sam is concerned lest she gets ideas.

Something in his chest squirms when he thinks of her. Something he doesn’t want to (is afraid to) acknowledge. He’s happy when he’s with her, even with the weight of the world straddled upon his shoulders.

It’s almost as though she’s enough for him. And all the trappings the world has once offered – money, unlimited sex with anonymous strangers – seem to fade into obscurity. He wonders why he needed them in the first place.

Like this new trainer at the gym, for example.

He had let Sam do all the hiring because the gym was more her thing than his. More importantly, he wants to lay low for a while. He’s afraid that his (public) involvement may send out the wrong perceptions and cause disrepute to the gym.

Besides, he doesn’t want to be partial to hiring only curvy blondes.

The trainer’s name is Lydia. She is a brunette who has streaked her hair purple. It’s a deep purple that is almost black, so you can’t tell the purple tints apart unless she stands under some fluorescent light.

After Sam has given them all her pep talk, Lydia sidles up to him.

“So,” she says casually, “I hear you’re Brian Morton. You own this place.”

“Along with Ms. Fox, your employer. I’m the silent partner.”

She’s smiling at him in a coy, seductive way, and he smiles back – carefully. Wouldn’t want the staff to think one of the partners is standoffish.

“You’re famous,” she says. “Everyone here is talking about you.”

“All the more reason for you to stay away, else I might do something you’ll regret,” he deadpans.

She laughs. “I’m not afraid of you. No one here is. We all know you didn’t do it.”

“Whatever happened to guilty unless proven innocent?”

“You can’t scare me.” Her eyes rake him up and down. “You know, you’ve got a good body. But I can make it even better.”

“How?” he challenges her. It’s not an encouragement. He’s not even flirting. He just wants to see where this goes.

“I could be your personal trainer. Five times a week. For free. Call it up sucking up to the boss.”

“I’m not your boss. She is.” He jerks his chin towards Sam, who is talking to one of the hunky trainers. A twinge of irrational jealousy strikes him, and then it passes. He has no right to chide Sam for talking – or doing anything else – with someone else she finds attractive. After all, they are both free spirits, and he has as much claim on her as she has on him.

“But you’re an equal partner.”

“Who told you that?”

“She did.” Lydia jerks her head towards Sam. “She seems to think very highly of you, and she mentions you any way she gets. She refers to you as ‘her partner’. Does it mean more than I think it does?’

“Office gossip is so passé.”

“We’re not in the office.”

200,000 sales! Thank you, dear readers!

I have reached my 200,000th sale! Thank you, dear readers, for making this possible!!

Hugs! I hope I can continue to write stories that will entertain you and make you feel.

The Pretend Boyfriend 2

THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 15 AND AMAZON EROTICA TOP 100 SERIES CONTINUES!

Perky Samantha Fox and the gorgeous lothario with a secret heart of gold, Brian Morton, are now lovers and best friends - except for the unspoken love and lack of commitment between them. Brian considers it 'hanging out'. Sam has to take what she can get, because she's about to tackle something bigger - if she doesn't do what her new boss demands, she will lose her precious job.

Enter a mysterious woman. She is hell bent to destroy Brian for his past transgressions.

When a series of strange circumstances leads Brian to invite a woman into his apartment, he wakes up the next morning - dazed and confused, with no memory of what occurred the previous night. The police barge in and arrest him. Brian is accused . . . of rape.

Sam and Brian are about to lose everything they hold dear unless they can find a way to brave the coming storm together.

THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 2 is a 26,000-word erotic romance short novel.


BOOKS IN THIS SERIES

The Pretend Boyfriend
The Pretend Boyfriend 2

EXCERPT:

There's a pounding in his head that he can't get away from. Someone is hammering nails into the base of his skull. A splitting headache like a hundred hangovers rolled into one comes charging through the noise, breaking through the barriers of murkiness and haze and dreams filled with shadowy figures that are wraiths and yet not wraiths.

He claws through the murk and tries to open his sleep-encrusted eyes. Shapes swim into being. A vivid red and gold pattern assails his vision, and he realizes that he is face down on his own lounge carpet. To be precise, his one hundred thousand Persian weave. The house-warming present from his billionaire uncle's wife.

He raises his head. There is a persistent knocking on his front door. He groans. His body feels as though a steamroller has flattened it. He raises himself to his elbows.

The door bursts open and feet clatter into his apartment. Black boots, regulation style.

"Mr. Morton?" says an unfamiliar voice.

Brian squints into the light, dazed. Outside, the sun is streaming through the ceiling-to-floor glass windows. He holds a hand up to block out the light. He thought he had drawn the fucking curtains.

"Yes?"

"You are under arrest."

The rest of his Miranda rights are lost in the drone of the officer's voice as hands jerk his naked body up, and his wrists are cuffed behind his back. Brian stares in horror at the ruins of the evening. Broken glass coffee table. Scattered shards of glass everywhere. Smashed three thousand dollar lampstand. Torn curtains.

His clothes strewn all over the floor.

And a torn silken bathrobe crumpled in a heap beside them.

What? What? What? What? A ship is plowing through the mists of his brain - a flotsam of memories struggling to come to the surface, like a shipwreck victim clawing for air. And failing miserably to ascend.

Something cuts through his bare feet. He lifts his right leg up and stares at his sole.

Blood.

Embedded glass fragments.

And that's not the only damage to his body. The bloody trails of four fingernails have been raked and imprinted upon his chest.

What the fuck happened here?

THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND

 

 

THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 50 BESTSELLING SERIES CONTINUES WITH ANOTHER MEMBER OF THE MORTON FAMILY!

Samantha Fox is awkward, clumsy and totally in need of a new boyfriend by this weekend. Her younger, prettier sister is getting engaged . . . and all set to make "old maid big sister" Sam feel all crummy and shelved.

Enter Brian Morton. He is bewilderingly gorgeous, fantastically rich, razor-tongued snarky and utterly promiscuous. He was also the bully who made Sam's middle school life a living hell.

A series of bizarre circumstances culminates in Brian losing a bet. His punishment? To be Sam's slave for the weekend . . . and to do anything she wants. Sam has just found her pretend boyfriend for her sister's party. And Brian has just found that the woman he used to call 'Jaws' in school (for her braces) packs a helluva bite.

THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND is a 25,000-word erotic romance short novel. It chronicles the cat-and-mouse start of Sam and Brian's unusual but engaging romance.

Excerpt:

Caleb looks up. "Uh oh."

Brian turns his head to gaze at what his best friend is looking at.

A thundercloud of a woman storms into the poker room. She has a mass of appealing brown curls that make her look blow-dried and ditzy, but nevertheless extremely attractive. She has a cute button nose, so he would guess her age to be under twenty-five. Her complexion is slightly freckled. She gives off the aura of being passionate, robust and healthy - with a clear zest for life.

And her eyes. She has the most incredibly mesmerizing eyes. They are a vivid blue, and so large that he thinks he can drown in them forever.

Careful, he warns himself.

Oh boy, but she's so fuckable. He wonders if she would make a pass at him - in which case, he would drag her into the pool room, clear everyone out and fuck her on the table immediately amid all the colored balls rolling around. Hell yeah, he can even imagine the table creaking and groaning under their collective weights. Balls rushing into their pockets everywhere as he sinks himself repeatedly into her.

It's amazing. He had just fucked somebody a mere hour ago, and he now has a raging hard-on under the table. The familiar rising of his cock sends the entire crotch area of his jeans into massive strain. Enough strain to pop his zipper.

But he can't help it. Whoever this woman is, she's just fucking adorable.

She's staring at him.

Great.

They all do.

Her eyes flash blue fire as she strides up to him, still seated at the poker table. Everyone's eyes are riveted upon her.

"Brian Morton?" she says.

Behind her, a gaggle of women - including the brunettes who were eyeing him from the bar and the blonde he had just fucked - troop into the room, hanging around the doorway bemusedly to watch.

"Yes?"

"Did you go to St. Theresa Academy? Around thirteen years ago?"

"Give or take a few, yeah."

She's very close to him. He can smell her perfume - a light summer scent that brings daisies and bright meadows to mind. He smiles up at her. That cocksure, predatory smile that renders women, so he has been told, weak at the knees.

Oh, she wants him. He can tell.

She says, "Good. Because there's something I want to give you."

With that, she draws back her fist and punches him right in the face.

Forbidden Desire and Royal Desire enter Barnes and Noble Top 100

4 books in the Barnes and Noble Top 100!

OK, I must record this before it goes away!

Royal Desire

The fourth and final installment of 'Maid for the Billionaire Prince' is out! I cried while writing this. I really did. You will see why.

With the sudden death of his father, Alex must now assume the role of King. This puts his marriage proposal to shy former hotel maid, Liz, on the backburner. They have to keep their engagement silent from the public for six months, as is seemly for a mourning period.

But as Liz correctly predicts, a lot can happen in six months.

Just as they announce their happiness to the world, an ancient law forbidding them to marry brutally surfaces. Liz and Alex must make a painful choice. Will they fight honored tradition or destroy everything in following their hearts?

ROYAL DESIRE, a 16,000-word erotic romance novelette, is the fourth and final book in the ‘MAID TO THE BILLIONAIRE PRINCE’ series.

100,000 sales!

Hit 100,000 sales yesterday! Thank you, dear readers!

A Virgin Enslaved evidence

I'm going to post this here as evidence just in case B and N decide to manipulate with my rankings again while I have an ongoing inquiry with them as to what happened to 'His Indecent Proposition', which was sent tumbling from No. 62 to No. 1053 overnight despite having more sales than 'A Virgin Enslaved'.

A Virgin Enslaved in in the Top 100 B and N!

Yes, it got in today! Now at No. 94!

BESTSELLERS: Made the Barnes and Noble Top 100

Woohoo!

'His Indecent Proposition' which I wrote under Aphrodite Hunt because it has a flavor of mild BDSM in it a la Fifty Shades is at No. 64 at the Barnes and Noble Bestseller charts!

And 'A Virgin Enslaved' is at No. 101 at Barnes and Noble as well!

It makes me happy that I have an audience for erotic romances as well because I have only ever previously hit the Amazon Bestseller charts with hardcore erotica. A Virgin Enslaved is also an Amazon Top 100 Erotica Bestseller.

As is Mysterious Desire (Amazon Top 50 Erotica Bestseller)

INFAMOUS DESIRE

Shy and awkward hotel maid, Liz Turner, and her billionaire crown prince boyfriend, Alexander Vassar, have decided to fight back against everyone who thinks they shouldn't be together. But they face an uphill task.

The world press has unceremoniously dubbed her 'Dizzy Lizzy'. The King, still weak from his heart attack, tells her that Alex sees her as a passing fad. Worse still, the beautiful Lady Tatiana - still officially engaged to the prince - seeks Liz out for a very private and secret arrangement.

But Liz is not prepared for the sudden curveball that Alex throws her.


INFAMOUS DESIRE is a 16,000-word erotic romance novelette.

Excerpt:

It is right after one dinner with Alex that Jasper summons me to an antechamber. Alex is chatting to the palace chefs regarding the type of menu his father requires when he comes home - probably a long time from now as the King still requires intensive monitoring.

Jasper appears quite secretive, which is unusual for him.

"What's the matter?" I ask. It's nice to be 'wanted' for once by Jasper, who usually thinks I'm slightly above kitchen sink scum when it comes to bestowing attention.

He hands me a note. Frowning, I open it.

It says:

'PLEASE MEET ME TOMORROW AT 2.30 PM. A CAR WILL BE WAITING AT THE PALACE EAST WING ENTRANCE. WE HAVE MUCH TO TALK ABOUT. DO NOT LET ALEX KNOW YOU ARE MEETING ME.

TATIANA.'

Jasper eyes me knowingly. For the first time, he almost smiles.

"I do suggest you go, Ms. Turner," he says in that dulcet tone of his. "You might find it quite interesting."

Forbidden Desire

Now lovers in every sense, former hotel maid, Liz Turner, and billionaire crown prince, Alexander Vassar, are in Indonesia for a much needed break. Alex has to figure out how to tell his father that he doesn’t to be trapped in a politically-arranged marriage with the beauteous Lady Tatiana.

But when they receive an urgent call that says, “Come home now, your father has had a heart attack”, Liz is hurled unprepared into a royal world where prejudices run high and the classes are clearly divided. Alex’s mother, the Queen, and sister dislike her intensely. The European tabloids declare her a “gold-digger” and the cause for his father’s ill health.

Can Liz and Alex survive the sudden and unpleasant thrust into the limelight?

FORBIDDEN DESIRE is a 17,000-word erotic romance novelette. It is the sequel to MYSTERIOUS DESIRE.

Excerpt:

To lighten the mood, I run my soapy hands down his abs – his marvelously sculpted abs, all eight sections of them. They are rock hard, thanks to the hours of gym time he has put in. Alex smiles at me and grabs my hands.

“You’re going to turn me on.”

“I thought you’d be too worried about your father to be turned on.”

“I’m worried all right, but I’m still a regular guy.”

“I’m just going to bathe you as I promised, nothing more.”

“Make sure you keep your word,” he says, still smiling.

I can tell there’s a lot going on behind his weary and black ringed eyes, but I sense he also needs comfort. So I massage his abdomen in circular motions – clockwise, and then counterclockwise. And all this while he sinks deeper and deeper into the water so that its surface is up to his neck. His eyes close. The bathroom air is redolent with the scent of roses.

I can’t help reaching for this cock.

It’s soft, but as I caress it, life begins to stir within its shaft. Alex’s eyes are still closed and he seems to have drowsed off. But there’s an apparent disconnect between his consciousness and his penis, because his shaft becomes semi-hard under my ministrations, and then harder . . . and harder. It rises in the water like a lever, and I grip it. It feels deliciously full.

My own loins stir, and a sliver of deep desire courses through me. My vaginal passage, despite being doused in bathwater, feels hollow and wanting.

A tug and a couple more strokes, and his cock is now at full mast.
Its head is just below the surface of the water – a fraction too deep for me to suck.

I have a better idea.

Taking care not to disturb him (well, not too much anyway), I raise my hips. Rivers of water snake down my thighs and splash back into the bathtub. I lower my hips again onto his erect cock. His thick, warm flesh slides into my sex inch by glorious inch, sending off wild tendrils of pleasure throughout my groin. His girth crowds my passage, pushing my walls apart.

Ohhhhh.

This is where he’s meant to be. I can envision being joined like this to him forever.

I lower myself onto him as far as he can go – his head at the hungry mouth of my cervix. Even then, there’s a spare good inch of him outside. He’s still unresponsive – neck up, that is. His head lolls back against the porcelain and his lips are slightly ajar in the semblance of deep slumber. He could always fall asleep at the wink of an eyelash – an ability I have always envied. Back in our little hut in the Sumatran island of Indonesia, I would still be awake, listening to the cicadas and the night birds, and he would be fast asleep – his breathing slow and measured in the darkness.

I stay on top of him for a long, long while, luxuriating in the silky feel of him. He grows harder inside me, if possible.

I begin to move slowly – up and down movements along the length of his cock. The friction of my flesh against his is delicious. Curls of exquisite erotic sensation blossom in my core and dissipate everywhere else. A particularly thrilling spume zaps right up my spine, causing my throat to gasp.

Alex shifts and turns his head restlessly.

A Virgin Enslaved

Small town girl Beth Tyrell has always planned on losing her virginity on her marriage bed to a man who would love and cherish her forever. But when she meets her new boss, the stunningly handsome and mercurial CEO, Chris Morton, she experiences an all-encompassing, gut-wrenching libidinous 'I want to be taken right here on your desk' desire that she has never known.

What's happening to her? Especially since Chris is a damaged entity who has multiple 'friends with benefits' and a fervent vow to never love a woman again. Even more perplexing is his obvious desire for her - a desire so palpable it borders on obsession.

Then Chris proposes an arrangement to explore their mutual passion: "Try me out for seven days. No penetration, I promise . . . unless you want it."

In this complex passion game, one of them must succumb first, except that things rarely work out as planned.

A VIRGIN ENSLAVED is a 32,000-word erotic romance novel.

Excerpt:

Gingerly, I take the handcuffs out. They are the police procedural type - cold metal and clinking chains.

I turn to Chris again. The sight of him naked is like the sun in my eyes - beatifically dazzling. I don't think I have ever seen such a beautiful man in my life. He should be immortalized in sculpture, on frescoes, on naughty calendars.

"You mean . . . on your wrists?"

He sits up, still seated, and puts his wrists behind his firmly muscled back. God, he's beautiful. I'll never stop thinking that. He's the epitome of sex himself. I mean, look at him. You can't help but think of sex when you look at him, and I'm thinking of myself entwined with that wondrous body right now.

But he's bad news, my inner voice hisses.

I know, I know, I know, but I still badly want to touch him.

"Are you sure about this?" I say.

"Yes." He stands up, his back to me. He has a tattoo on his lower back, inscribed in some runic language I can't decipher. I have a mind to ask him about it later, except that he's distracting me in the most distressing of ways.

His tight, tight buttocks are at my eye level, and they are quite a marvel to behold. He spies me looking at them, and turns to grin. "Do you want to touch them?"

I blush. I'm frazzled by such frank sex talk. Maybe it's a good thing that I put these cuffs on him. That way -

"You don't have to worry about me losing control," he says, finishing my thoughts. "You're the one in control now."

He says this in a significant tone. I take it that it's usually the other way around with him where women are concerned.

My hands tremble as I circle his wrists with the cuffs. I lightly brush against his buttocks as I do so - accidentally, mind you. A thrill of deep desire courses through me.

Click.

He's now manacled like a common prisoner.

He remains standing as I place my palms upon his butt cheeks. His flesh is warm and soft and hard and taut all at the same time. I can hear him take a sharp breath as I traverse the contours of his flesh, feeling its texture and tensile strength. I roam my hands down the backs of his thighs. A shudder seizes the area between my legs.