Pleasure Cruise Trilogy (Box Set)

by Michelle M. Pillow

  Mandy has topped the Amazon bestselling charts more than once and has a loyal and steady following. She does cover art under the brush name Natalie Winters and is very involved with helping authors learn to market their books. In 2009 she and fellow author Michelle M. Pillow started their own self-publishing endeavor named The Raven Books. It spawned from the name of a nightclub in Mandy’s wildly popular Daughter of Darkness Series. In July 2010 they opened The Raven Books to third party distribution and by Dec 2011 had sold WELL over 150,000 ebooks.

  Mandy writes for The Raven Books, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Harlequin Spice, Pocket Books and Random House/Virgin/Black Lace.

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  Books by Mandy M. Roth

  King’s Choice Series

  The King’s Choice

  The Advisor’s Apprentice

  The Half-Blood’s Woman

  His Majesty’s Mistress

  Sacred Places Series

  Sacred Places

  Goddess of the Grove

  Winter Solstice

  Immortal Ops Series

  Immortal Ops

  Critical Intelligence

  Radar Deception

  Strategic Vulnerability

  Tactical Magik

  Separation Zone

  League of the Unnatural Series

  Pike’s Peak

  Adam’s Angel

  About the Author, Michelle M. Pillow

  Michelle M. Pillow, Author of All Things Romance™, is a multi-published, award winning author writing in many romance fiction genres including futuristic, paranormal, historical, contemporary, fantasy and dark paranormal. Ever since she can remember, she has had a strange fascination with anything supernatural—ghosts, magical powers, and oh… vampires. What could be more alluring than being immortal, all-powerful, and eternally beautiful? After discovering historical romance novels, it was only natural that the supernatural and love/romance elements should someday meet in her wonderland of a brain. She’s glad they did for their children have been pouring onto the computer screen ever since.

  She has been on the Amazon bestseller list multiple times, nominated for the Romantic Times Lifetime Achievement Award 2011, the winner of the 2006 RT Reviewers’ Choice Award, nominated for the 2007 RT Award, a Brava Novella Contest Finalist and a PAN member of RWA.

  Michelle is a journalist for Paranormal Underground Magazine. She has a BGS in History/Business with an English Minor, and a Photography degree. In 2009 she and fellow author Mandy M. Roth started their own highly successful self-publishing endeavor named The Raven Books.

  Michelle has titles published with The Raven Books, Pocket Books, Random House, Virgin Books, Adam’s Media, Samhain Publishing, Running Press, and more.

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  Books by Michelle M. Pillow

  Call of the Lycan Series

  Call of the Sea

  Call of the Untamed

  Call of Temptation

  Dragon Lords Series

  The Barbarian Prince

  The Perfect Prince

  The Dark Prince

  The Warrior Prince

  His Highness The Duke

  The Stubborn Lord

  The Reluctant Lord

  The Impatient Lord

  Lords of the Var Series

  The Savage King

  The Playful Prince

  The Bound Prince

  The Rogue Prince

  The Pirate Prince

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  Red Light Specialists by Mandy M. Roth & Michelle M. Pillow

  Futuristic Erotic Romance

  Three sexy secret agents. Three sexy missions.

  Bianca, Sonja and Trinity were given a choice—become RLS-69 special agents or continue to serve out their prison sentences at the Restigatio Women's Correctional Facility. Trained to complete their mission by any means necessary, these women aren't afraid to pull out all the stops. With their freedom on the line, they'll do whatever it takes to get the job done. From combat to seduction, their targets won't know what hit them until it is way too late. There's only one problem…their handsome targets have a few secret weapons of their own.

  Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence.

  Extended Excerpt Red Light Specialists

  Bianca’s body was tossed into a wall. For a moment, she stood pressed to the hard surface, stunned that the damned A-mac had actually spit her out onto stone. If she wanted stone, she could’ve stayed on Restigatio, where she’d spent four years in the mines. If not for Director Simon’s offer of rehabilitation, she’d still be there—sleeping in some dark hole in between digging shifts, her hands bleeding and raw, her body always aching.

  Rehabilitation.

  Bianca snorted. What a fool she’d been when she signed on for that. She actually thought she would spend a few months saying she was sorry to a counselor in a halfway house, repenting her sins and begging forgiveness for her heinous crimes.

  Instead, she was sent to a training facility where they taught her how to fight and, more importantly, how to seduce. They turned her into a Red Light Specialist, part of the RLS-69s. She was elite now, special.

  She was especially annoyed to have landed on stone.

  “I specifically said no stone. Was it really too much to ask?” Agent Bianca rolled her eyes. Gingerly, she pushed away from the hard barrier and grumbled, “Ouch.”

  Bianca took a deep breath, trying to get her bearings. Big, evenly cut blocks of gray stone lined the walls of a long hallway. Torches lit the otherwise dim area. It wasn’t much to go on.

  This is an alien planet? Looks more like the images of those Medieval Earth castles Abbi showed us. Blessed Stars! I’m not in a place that primitive, am I? Damn it, Simon! I thought those images were just so we could make fun of old Earth culture, not an actual training lesson.

  “This blows!” Bianca frowned.

  Her mission was supposed to have downloaded into her brain during the transfer to the planet. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as she first feared. Concentrating, she had no clue what she was doing or where she was. Although, she was thinking in a different language, so that was something at least. It meant the information she’d been embedded with was working. Now, if only she could find a place to hide for an hour or so while her brain released the rest of her assignment.

  The A-mac embedded everything she needed into her head during transfer. But Abbi had warned her that the brain could only take in so much at once and sometimes, due to the sudden burst of new information, it had to recharge afterward. That would account for half of the headache she now had. The damned stone wall would account for the other half.

  Bianca decided to find a good hiding spot until she knew what she was up against. Feeling a chill against her legs as she began to walk, she glanced down and caught sight of what the A-mac had dressed her in. She froze, unable to make her feet move.

  “Ah, blazes, no!” she swore. “Come on, guys! You have got to be kidding me! Ha! Ha! Ha! Rookie hazing joke is now over. Get me out of here.”

  Bianca waited, hoping she’d be jerked back to the training facility. Nothing changed. Damn! She’d really hoped this one was a joke. She was going to strangle Simon and Abbi when she saw them next. Then she’d strangle the A-mac.

  This was just too humilia
ting. She could see every last stitch of skin through the thin red gauze of her nonexistent outfit. She might as well be naked. Well, to be fair, there was a triangle piece of cloth over the thin thatch of hair guarding her pussy and two more tinier triangles fitted over her nipples.

  Grimacing, she tipped her head back, doing her best to see what the back half of her looked like. Yep. It too was covered only in the thin veil. Turning in a circle, she caught the slightest glint of light further down the hall. It was a long mirror. Going to check out her outfit, she posed before her reflection. Her eyes were lined with thick, black makeup and her cheeks had been painted a bright red with rouge. She didn’t care for the makeup, but her body looked damned good in the outfit.

  “Hmm, not bad,” she said to herself. Good thing her ass was sexy and toned. She flexed it for effect, tensing, releasing, tensing, releasing, jiggling it fast to make the muscles ripple under the almost nonexistent weight of the red material. Not bad. Not bad at all. Four years of lifting boulders could really tone up a figure. It still didn’t mean she wanted her ass out for the world to see, but hey, as long as she was the only one looking…

  “This is a dance I have not seen before.”

  As the words rolled over her, Bianca shivered with feminine awareness. It was the first male voice, besides Simon and the prison guards, that she’d heard in nearly four years. It was deep, low, sexy…

  Wait a minute. Whoever it belonged to was watching her wiggle her ass.

  Blazes!

  Think, think, think.

  Bianca’s first instinct was to beat up the guy. Well, the A-mac would surely give her the instincts she needed. Fighting it was!

  Bianca focused on where the voice came from. Twirling on her heels, she threw out her fist. For a brief second, she saw incredibly dark eyes before focusing on a white mist. Her fist went through the mist and hit the stone wall.

  “Ah, sacred comet!” she gasped, cradling her injured hand. She’d swung hard. Now her knuckles were bleeding and she couldn’t move her fingers. So much for her dominant fighting hand.

  “That looks like it hurt,” the man’s voice continued. He was behind her. He sounded amused, mocking. “I would not have done that, gengli.”

  “Listen here,” Bianca said, spinning around to face him. Her gaze fell on a dark face with features carved to perfection. Everything she’d been about to say to him was forgotten. How long had it been since she’d seen a handsome man that wasn’t Simon? A half-naked, handsome man? Obviously too long, because she boldly let her gaze roll over his muscled chest. Fires sparked to life in her sex, drenching her pussy. If she wasn’t on a mission, she would’ve thought nothing of thrusting this fine specimen up against the wall and demanding he fuck her brains out.

  His skin was bronzed, marred only by a black tattoo running down the center of his chest to the navel carved into his rippled abdomen. A white linen loincloth fitted around his waist, higher in back, only to dip down low in front.

  The loincloth was long, falling in pleats to his calves. It showed off his hipbones and a small tuft of hair leading in a trail down to the exposed top of his genitals, but the garment wasn’t revealing enough to be overly indecent. Bianca was disappointed by this. By the way her body heated, and the way cream built between her thighs, it was clear four years was too long a time to go without a man. Sure, she’d pleasured herself, but it wasn’t the same. Her finger in her passage felt nothing like a man’s hard cock thrusting in, filling her up, making her come. There had been plenty of sex toys, but it still wasn’t the same.

  “I can see by the way you stare, you know who I am.” The man almost seemed disappointed.

  Bianca thought it best to play along. Absently, she answered, “Yes.”

  “Pity.” His voice was soft, spine-tingling rich. “I was looking forward to what you would do next.”

  “Really?” Bianca smirked. She smiled before moving her bare foot out to kick him in the stomach. Hey, her instincts were still telling her she needed to beat the guy up. That, or sleep with him.

  Her foot should’ve hit flesh, it instead fell through the white mist as the man disappeared. The mist filtered into her gauze pant leg, caressing against her skin as it worked its way up. She gasped, holding her leg out to the side. It was as if she could feel a thousand fingers caressing, many mouths licking and kissing her at the same time. The mist traveled up to her slick folds and massaged her clit.

  “Ahh!” she gasped as blood rushed to the neglected little nub. She caught her flushed reflection in the mirror. Her kohl-lined eyes were wide. There was nowhere to run.

  Jolts worked their heated way over her, making her nipples hard little pebbles. Whatever this mist man was, he was using his power to suck on her clit. She allowed her leg to fall back down from the kick. She needed it to support her weight before her whole body collapsed into an orgasmic heap.

  Just as quickly as it went in, the mist moved down her other leg and filtered out. Breathing hard, and so very aroused now that she’d been caressed by a cloud, Bianca turned. The handsome man materialized before her, the mist solidifying. He licked his lips as his lids fell lazily over his dark eyes.

  “You will do, gengli,” he said. “Your taste is tempting and I do not detect my brothers to have claimed you. Meketre will be sorry he missed your taste.”

  Hey, why not invite him to join the party. If he looks anything like you we can make it a threesome.

  It took Bianca a minute to collect her thoughts. When she did, she frowned. “Excuse me?”

  “Meketre, my brother. He and the others just left,” the man explained.

  “No, I got that Meketre was your brother. I meant the other thing. I will do? My taste is tempting? That thing.”

  “I look for sexual release, gengli. You may come to my bedchamber to bring me pleasure.” The man motioned his hand, turned his back on her and walked down the hall.

  Bianca watched him and frowned. He didn’t even look to see if she obeyed. It was like he assumed she’d just follow him because he was horny. When he turned the corner, she took off running in the other direction, careful to keep her footsteps light so he didn’t hear her. It wouldn’t do for the arrogant mist man to come back.

  “I may come to give you pleasure, my ass!” she grumbled under her breath, running faster, needing to put as much distance as she could between the egotistical man and herself. Besides, she needed to find a place to hide until the planet’s information was released from within her head. “I’ll show you release, all right. I’ll release you from your mortal coil, you arrogant son of a bitch!”

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  Master of the Hunt (King of Prey Book III) by Mandy M. Roth

  Paranormal Bird Shifter Romance

  When the oracle warns Prince Aeson that his future mate is in the human realm and is in great danger, he wastes no time going in search of her. Problem is, he has no idea who he’s looking for. He’s never met her and the oracle couldn’t give him anything more than small clues as to who she is and where she might be.

  Sent to one of his favorite hangouts—a sex club—Aeson is stunned when a beauty shows up on the arm of another man, a man void of emotion. He senses trouble surrounding her and something else—something that marks her as his. He doesn’t care if she is or isn’t the woman the oracle told him about, she’s the woman he wants. Anyone who dares to stand in his way will feel his wrath and, before the night is out, she’ll feel exactly what it’s like to be taken by a prince.

  WARNING: This book contains hot, explicit sex and violence, dominant alpha bird shifting males who think they’re always right, even when they’re dead wrong and a woman who isn’t about to stand by and let them boss her around.

  Master of the Hunt Excerpt

  Accipitridae Realm, Buteos Regalis main castle…

  Aeson stepped back, allowing his nephews to run past him, each babbling about something he coul
d not understand. Their father, the king and Aeson’s eldest brother, chased behind them, appearing winded. In the nearly four hundred years he’d known him, Aeson couldn’t recall a time when Kabril looked so unraveled. His duplicate in looks in every way, it was as though Aeson were seeing himself in such a situation.

  The sight was sobering indeed.

  “Kabril, you are showing your age,” Aeson said, enjoying goading his brother as often as he could.

  “I am two minutes older than you,” Kabril replied. He motioned to his triplets, who were pushing the age of three. “I know naught how our father did it. Eight sons.” He looked horrified by the idea. “They are my heart and joy, but brother, they never tire. It is the equivalent to one laying siege to the castle nonstop.”

  Chuckling, Aeson nodded. “So I see.”

  “Brother, the moons hold great pull over them. When the moons are full, I swear my sons sleep not.”

  Aeson laughed. Four moons orbited their planet. One of the moons was large enough to be seen during daylight hours. Often, the moons were attributed when madness, or in this case, too much energy came into play. “I do not believe for a moment they are subject to the moons’ pull. They are merely young boys—fledglings—Kabril. We are old. They are not. It stands to reason they would have more energy than us. It is good to hear the sounds of children in the kingdom. For too long it was void of such noises.”