CANTERVILLE – DEAD SPEAK
Genre: BDSM Contemporary Suspense
Length: Novel
Every town has its own story. Canterville's no different: hot uninhibited sex; perverted online sex games; a mysterious skeleton. It's nothing new, nor out of the ordinary, for Sheriff Lucas Sloane.
Not until the discovery of the grisly remains of a murdered female has all of Canterville's residents wondering if they are next.
Assistant Medical Examiner Kendra Bettencourt has the hots for Luke Sloane. She's more than happy to share her information -- and her body -- with the man. Just not her heart. They have one night of no-strings-attached what-you-want-is-what-you-get sex. But when her unofficial investigations of the murder lead her into the darker corners of BDSM, Luke's not sure he wants to follow.
Excerpt:
Luke peered through his kitchen window. Kendra Bettencourt had actually accepted the invitation for that frozen daiquiri. Kendra Bettencourt now sat on his back deck, enjoying the view of the lake waters.
It was still light out, but dusk was settling fast. It had been a long day for both. After such a day, usually he’d come home and shut himself off from the world. Or go down to Josh’s dojo and kick the fucking hell out of that bag.
Tonight, instead, he would spend it with her. The steaks had turned out great. She had put together a salad of fresh greens and those plum tomatoes he liked. And, as he promised, they’d enjoyed a few daiquiris already. A chill hung in the air, and he had a roaring fire going inside his living room. Too perfect, he thought. It had been a while since he’d entertained like this.
All this was now a perfect diversion from all of that.
Kendra Bettencourt had a real sexy ass. She wore snug-fitting jeans and a loose-fitting sweatshirt. Easily he envisioned her in one of those sexy outfits he’d come across inside that Adult Super Store. He pictured slender legs encased in silky black fishnet stockings and a matching black garter belt. And a lacy bra that pushed her small breasts upward. Or better yet, no bra. That last thought sent a rush of heat through his groin. He could feel his cock swelling inside his jeans. He needed release, and he needed it soon.
That’s when she walked back into the kitchen. He didn’t turn to face her or else she would see the result of his wayward thinking.
“Can I help?” she asked. “I seem to always be needing to be doing something lately…quiets the mind chatter.”
“There’s not much to do. Everything’s in the dishwasher,” he said, his voice husky.
“This is a really nice place you have here. Lots of privacy. Though I suspect it must get lonely at times.”
He let the hot water fill up a pot they had used earlier and put it aside to let it soak. Suddenly, he felt her standing close to him…too close. Reluctantly, he turned.
“I know you and Patti were a thing at one time,” Kendra started. “Has anyone taken her place?”
Kendra looked up at him with huge dark eyes that made him feel he could melt beneath their gaze. He mentally stripped her out of her jeans and the oversized sweatshirt. Josh had been right about his love life. It had been lacking lately.
“I like it when you look at me like that,” she said. “And I’m guessing you’re having certain thoughts about me being here with you.” She gave an oblique glance toward his crotch and then returned her gaze to his eyes. “We’re both adults. We both have needs.”
Suddenly, he realized he didn’t have this woman completely figured out and suspected the liquor might be doing most of her talking about now.
As if reading his mind, she said, “Okay, maybe I have consumed a few too many of these, but I’m finding you quite irresistible, Lucas Sloane. You are one damn sexy man.” Her words were slightly slurred. “You do stir up a woman’s fantasy. In fact” -- her words slightly slurred -- “you are stirring up a lot of fantasies.”
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Kendra knew she had consumed one too many, but not enough to dull her senses. Quite the contrary. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew exactly what she needed to do, and most of all, wanted to do with this man.
Although she hadn’t yet read the books she had ordered through Maddie’s bookstore, who better than to have that experience with than Luke Sloane.
“You and I,” she started. “Let’s get it on. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good fucking, and I can’t think of anyone better than you.”
A reluctant grin canted the corner of Luke’s mouth. “Do you realize what you’re saying?” The unmistakable invitation in her eyes signaled him of what they could enjoy if he went along with her rantings. Still, he wasn’t about to take advantage of a situation. Not usually. Not with someone like Bettencourt who might wake up the next morning cold sober and wanting to hang him from the nearest tree.
“Maybe you might want to go easy on those,” he warned. “I’ll make us coffee.”
“The hell with the fucking coffee, Sloane,” she yelled and drew closer to him, pressing herself against him. “I want you and me to try something tonight. Are you up for it?” grabbing his enclosed cock, gently squeezing, rubbing until he thought he would split his zipper.
Warnings sounded off inside his mind. “Try something?”
“I want you to tie me up, and then I want you to make love to me. I want to have sex with you, Lucas Sloane…tonight. Kinky sex.” Her hands were still on him. “You up for it, Sloane?”
CANTERVILLE – THE DEAD SPEAK
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Title: APPETITE FOR LUST
Author: Collette Thomas
Publisher: Dark
Publisher URL: www.darkedenpress.com
Heat level: HOT! HOT! HOT!
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Okay what do two Master Chefs have in common besides culinary talents. Find out in my latest story Appetite for Lust. You’ll never look at a frying pan the same again.
The melodic ring of the doorbell broke through strains of Michael Bolton’s “When a Man Loves a Woman.” Sebastian walked over and slowly opened the door. She stood there, holding a filled basket of gourmet goodies. The tailored black leather jacket he knew was pricey even for a Master Chef’s earnings, the real thing and not sold in adult video stores just for effect. She wore sexy stiletto heeled boots that made her several inches taller than her five foot three height. Despite the spikes, she still had to look up at him, her eyes unflinching. Sebastian sensed an underlying vulnerability that reminded him how well he had once known this woman. Or thought he knew her. A lump formed inside his throat, making him swallow hard.
Her delicate features let him recall the gentle feel of her succulent body next to him, how he somehow always needed to feel protectiveness toward her, needing to shield her from the harsh world. He had regarded the act of letting her go as an act of caring, shielding her from disappointment down the line. Yet, the thought of scolding her now, letting her know who was boss, and the idea of her having to surrender totally to him made him hot. He felt his cock growing hard beneath his jeans.
He noticed she wore a black leather mini skirt that barely covered her small well-shaped butt, and if she bent just slightly over would expose her pussy. It made him wonder if she wore panties, he guessed she hadn’t.
Because the white shirt revealed she wore nothing beneath. He suddenly remembered those perky breasts, the warm rosy nipples that he loved to suck, how they could respond becoming hard against his tongue. Yeah, it was all coming back. And the thought of her again in his bed made him want to come inside her now.
Her hair was pulled up into a sassy dark ponytail, giving her a youthful appearance. Long soft bangs framed the delicate features of her face. Her eyes so large, the thick lush lashes gave them a natural come hither look.
He liked what he saw. He always liked what he saw with Clarissa Casale. Suddenly, he knew somewhere inside him she had never left. The touch of her, the smell of her, the fact that she could have multiple orgasms, and give him head in a way no other woman could give it. It was the only kinky thing she agreed to do for him and never backed away from doing, as if she could not get enough. How he had ever let her go that first time had always been a question at the back of his mind. Pride probably. Stupid pride had prevented him from getting her back, had put a stop to what they could have been enjoying together all these years. He knew enough now not to let his pride get in the way of what they were about to embark upon; sex for sex sake.
They would capture the pleasure and contain it within the act of sheer lust. He knew they both would have an appetite for it. Each would meet the other’s pure physical need, because they were now more than willing to explore, experiment, entertain until they played this game out to the end.
Genre: Contemporary/Romance
Heat Index: Erotic/Carnal
Book Length: Category
Cover Artist: DJ Alling 
Editor: Rene Walden-Wilson
HOT SEX WITH A STRANGER: A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY
by Collette Thomas
At the request of his grandfather, Jonathan Wetherall III agrees to meet his childhood nemesis, Adrienne Bennett, for fun and relaxation. He arrives at the airport expecting a redheaded blue-eyed pain in the neck, instead he finds an attractive woman with brown eyes doing a bad job of impersonating her roommate. Determined to show her a thing or two, Jonathan pretends to be a stranger.
While waiting to meet the nerdy Jonathan Wetherall III, Myrna Dunbar realizing Wetherall has stood her up, instead meets tall handsome cowboy Flynt Adams, a man who has existed only in her most intimate fantasies. With her no holds bar roommate gone for the next two weeks, Myrna assumes the identity and name of Adrienne Bennett and not only discovers that dark shadow part of herself, but lives out all of her darkest fantasies.
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Maybe she should have taken that stranger up on his offer, she thought. Then she wouldn’t be feeling so awkward sitting there now. Besides, accepting the man’s offer was something Adrienne probably would have had no qualms about. She glanced over at the tall blond. Suddenly for the first time in a long time, she was tempted to live as recklessly as her roommate. Throw all caution to the wind. Not dwell on ramifications, or consequences, or anything that would have her rethinking her decision, especially now that she suddenly didn’t want to be rethinking any decision. Like Adrienne, she wanted to follow her own impulses, do whatever and go wherever those impulses might lead.
When a buxom waitress appeared at her table to take her order, Myrna waved her away, figuring she would not be there long enough. But when a half-hour passed, then almost an hour and that same waitress returned, Myrna, mortified by the knowing look on the woman’s face, ended up ordering a glass of Chablis. She drank half of its contents as soon as it was delivered. Then with deliberate nonchalance, she ventured a look at the renegade biker cowboy. He caught her glance and tipped his hat back on his forehead. Taking this as some kind of a cue, he strolled over to her table. “So what plane is your friend coming in on?”
“The one from Albuquerque. With all this tightened security, maybe his plane was delayed.”
“Hmmm, I just flew from there myself on my own plane. But I did hear some of the other flights had gotten delayed because of stormy weather."
“Oh? Well, maybe that’s why he’s not here yet.” The expected disappointed did not follow.
“My offer still holds.” He glanced down at what she was drinking. “Looks like your glass could use refilling.”
Suddenly feeling more reckless by the minute, Myrna gave him a long contemplative look. What could it hurt? The airport was crawling with security guards, and despite his rough and ready appearance, she couldn’t say why, but the man appeared a little lost himself. She had a sixth sense about some people, and she felt there was more to this man offering to spend time with her than met the eye.
“You know, Mr. Albuquerque, that might be the best offer I’m going to get today.” She flashed a wide smile.
“I know what you mean, Red. There’s nothing worse than sitting alone in an airport. Oh, by the way. The name is Adams. Flynt Adams.” He extended a hand to her.
She grasped his hand and immediately liked the firmness. “Mine’s Adrienne. Adrienne Bennett.” Why on earth she gave him Adrienne’s name, she couldn’t say. It simply seemed like the natural thing to do, at least in this instance. She thought she detected a funny look come into his ice blue eyes, but the die had been cast. For the moment at least, she had become I’ll-try-anything-once Adrienne Bennett, and no longer plain old safe-and-sorry Myrna Dunbar.
Strangely enough it suddenly felt good to be playing the part. It was as if she had taken off a pair of shackles that she had been carrying far too long. She knew she could play the part, and play it well. She also knew she would probably never see this man again after she left the airport lounge. So why not pretend? Why not pretend for just one evening to be someone else—live and enjoy that someone else’s life. Live someone else’s thoughts that she would never be held accountable...nor for any of her acts.
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Silk Grade: K-Kinky
Genre: Contemporary
Book Length: Novelette
Cover Artist: Cassidy McKay
GAMES PEOPLE PLAY by Collette Thomas
Avril opens the proverbial Pandora’s Box when a large UPS carton marked Fun & Games, Inc. arrives on her doorstep. Her husband expresses his wish that they ‘explore’ their sexuality to spice up their twenty-plus year old marriage. Her husband, Harold, wants more…much more…more than Avril is willing or able to perform inside the bedroom.
The two embark on a self-exploration as they grow apart. Can they find some common ground before it is too late?
In this tale of seduction and sex games that people play, life takes on twists and turns as each play the game to the fullest. As they assume the various roles, they find themselves set on paths that has them not only exploring their inner most psyche, but discovering that side that exists in us all where the darkest fantasies dwell.
Excerpt:
Avril’s sudden impulse to go shopping put her inside the nearest mall, specifically into the center aisle of Victoria Secrets. There she found herself pulling out her charge card, and piling up soft sheer black, red, and purple lacy lingerie, and several matching push up bras on to the counter, along with a half dozen crotchless panties, let alone a few thongs thrown in for good measure.
Avril felt like a rebellious schoolgirl caught in the act of pleasuring herself, and suddenly had the impulse to giggle out loud despite the customers that surrounded her.
Sensing a certain freedom with this decision to act on such wanton impulse, she also felt twenty years younger. It was the same feeling she had felt on that whitewater raft, and the same tumultuous tingle that came just before jumping out of that airplane.
It all produced a heady excitement not to mention an anticipation of what Harold would say when she showed up at the house much earlier than usual. They could still make a whole weekend of it she decided and maybe take him up on his suggestion and go up to that cabin in those private woods, where they might even end up screaming their fucking heads off as they played out those dark fantasies.
She pictured herself using that purple vibrator she had held in her hands the night before. Imagined inserting one of those butt plugs into Harold’s quivering ass, and both of them enjoying it.
All night she’d not only dreamt about those things inside that box, but saw herself using every one on herself and her husband.
Things were suddenly different.
No longer were her fantasies willing to remain inside her head.
She would prove Harold…Harry wrong. Dead wrong. She could change. She could save their marriage, and make it so much better in the bedroom between them.
The saleslady peered over at her, then over at the array of purchases, and as she swiped the card through the machine gave Avril a knowing wink.
“Lucky guy,” the woman remarked and carefully folded each selection before putting it into the bag.
Avril merely smiled, glanced at her watch, pictured the romantic dinner of Oysters Rockefeller, and a fancy French wine and later dark decadent delicious chocolate-dipped strawberries she would serve him in her nakedness.
For some the whole thing might sound cliché but for her she knew it was the beginning of a whole different life with…Dirty Harry—her Dirty Harry.
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Genre: Contemporary/Romance
Heat Index: Non-Erotic/Sensual
Book Length: Novel
 Cover Artist: ML Benton
Editor: Ann King
NO MORE SECRETS, NO MORE LIES by Marie A. Roy
Sydney Morgan, single mother, financial advisor, wants the best for her physically challenged son. Except when his biological father re-enters her life, she realizes the secrets and consequential lies she has forced her son to live may destroy not only his trust but also his love. When Grant Sinclair brings Sydney Morgan back into his fold, he soon discovers her long held secret. Will this secret end up destroying the yet fragile emotions that still exist between them, as well as a possible future together as a family?
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She stroked his damp hair. Boldly playing with it, twisting a few strands around her finger. She knew what he was saying. For eleven years she had tried forgetting him. Like a potent virus, he'd remained inside her, relatively dormant until now.
"I don't know if I dare say this," she began, "but no man has ever made me feel the way you make me feel." She giggled. "Sounds cliché, huh? But it's true. That's probably why there've been so few in my life."
Grant had actually been her first, she mused, thinking that it was probably her own naiveté that had gotten her into trouble in the first place. But no longer was she that naive young woman. She knew exactly what she was doing. Falling in love with a man who could again easily break her heart. She shivered at the still possible disquieting prospect. He touched her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
She struggled to sit up. "Wrong?" She tried brushing the wet sand from her legs but without good result. The more she brushed, the more the wet sand stuck to the palms of her hands. Much like the stubborn chatter going on inside her mind. "There was a time when you'd share everything with me," he reminded her.
"Grant, that was so long ago."
"I know. But time doesn't have to change that. You've got this worried look on your face suddenly. I want to know why." "You want to know why. Do you always have to know everything about a person?"
"No, I don't always have to know. But it helps. I thought we were friends. And now lovers."
The word lovers left a bad taste in her mouth, much like biting into bitter tasting fruit. Its acrid taste coated her mouth. She sensed something giving way inside. Something most women gave away too easily-their independence and control. He sat up, drew up one knee and draped an arm over it. "I don't want to be your boss, or your mentor. I want us as equals. I want to share my life with you."
She turned and looked at him. "What are you saying?" In the moonlight she could see the paleness in his eyes. A trace of fear entered her. "What are you getting at?"
His eyes bore into her. "I know I'm jumping the gun, believing I have you back."
Unable to sit still, she struggled to her feet. Suddenly, she didn't want to hear what he had to say. Didn't need to hear it now. She tried to move away but he grabbed her hand, preventing her escape.
"Damn, Syd, don't go running away from me again." He gave a wry smile. "If I asked you to marry me, what would your answer be right now?"
"Marry you?" Unbelieving, she shook her head. "You're going too fast." Her knees were shaking and she didn't think that it was because of cool breezes drifting off the ocean. This was sudden insanity. "What are you doing, Grant? Testing me in some strange way? Playing with my emotions? You know damn well if you had asked me that eleven years ago, I wouldn't have hesitated to give you my answer. But now too much has changed!"
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Lia Martin's father, Eliah Stewart, summons her to Split Maple Ridge, Vermont a place where years later still evokes memories of a dark love and an even darker betrayal. Knowing how his daughter feels about this place, Lia feels he would not have asked her to return unless for a good reason.TO ORDER GO TO: Treble Heart Books
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