by Molly McLain
Alphas & Fairytales: A New Year’s Eve Anthology
All Proceeds Donated to VETsports
Alison Bliss
Allie Juliette Mousseau
Anne Mercier
B.B. Reid
BT Urruela
CA Harms
Ginger Scott
Harper Bentley
Kane Caldwell
KL Kreig
Lacey Black
M Never
Molly McLain
Rhonda James
Sapphire Knight
Winter Travers
Contents
RHONDA JAMES
Rockin’ The Suite
Rockin’ The Suite
Brooke
Sebastian
Brooke
Sebastian
Brooke
Sebastian
About Rhonda
Sapphire Knight
The Main Event
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Anne Mercier
Duet (Rockstar 8.5)
SERA
CAGE
SERA
CAGE
SERA
About the Author
Also By Anne Mercier
BT URRUELA
As The Tide Turns
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
About the Author
Harper Bentley
A Powers Play (The Powers That Be 1.5)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
About the Author
Also By Harper Bentley
LACEY BLACK
Craved (Bound Together 2.5)
Craved
Front and Center
Red Is My Favorite Color
Leather Seats
Dessert Is The Best Part
Dancing The Night Away
Best Way To Start The New Year
Author Note
About the Author
GINGER SCOTT
Diced
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Message from the Author
About the Author
M NEVER
Tempted Times Three
Jenn
Ty
Where To Find M Never
About the Author
Books by M. Never
KANE CALDWELL
Freeing His Dark Edges (A Dark Edges Short Story)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Connect With Kane
CA HARMS
Forbidden Attraction
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
K.L. KREIG
Forbidden
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Author Note
B.B. REID
A Wild Chase
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
MOLLY MCLAIN
Blink
Ian
Lauren
Ian
Lauren
Ian
Lauren
Ian
Lauren
Ian
Follow Molly
ALISON BLISS
Close Encounters
Close Encounters
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
About the Author
WINTER TRAVERS
Taking Greer
Greer
Apollo
Greer
Apollo
Also by Winter Travers
About the Author
ALLIE JULIETTE MOUSSEAU
A Shower For… Two?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Author’s Note
Dedication
For the men and women who have, are currently, and will one day fight for our freedom: Your bravery and plight are extraordinary.
We thank you wholeheartedly for your sacrifice.
Copyright
Copyright © 2016
The Main Event by Sapphire Knight
Duet (Rockstar 8.5) by Anne Mercier
Diced by Ginger Scott
A Powers Play (The Powers That Be 1.5) by Harper Bentley
Forbidden by K.L. Kreig
Craved (Bound Together 2.5) by Lacey Black
A Wild Chase by B.B. Reid
As The Tide Turns by BT Urruela
Blink by Molly McLain
Close Encounters by Alison Bliss
Forbidden Attraction by CA Harms
Freeing His Dark Edges (A Dark Edges Story) by Kane Caldwell
Taking Greer by Winter Travers
Rockin’ The Suite by Rhonda James
A Shower For… Three? by Allie Juliette Mousseau
Cover Design: Dana Leah at Designs by Dana.
Editor: Nicole Bailey of Proof Before You Publish
KL Kreig
Lacey Black
Ginger Scott
Rhonda James
BT Urruela
Winter Travers
Alison Bliss
CA Harms
Allie Juliette Mousseau
Cover Image: Deposit Photos
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RHONDA JAMES
Rockin’ The Suite
Sebastian Miles has thirty-six hours to prove he’s still the same romantic rock star his wife fell in love with. But where's the best place to go when the stakes are this high? Vegas, baby!
Rockin’ the Suite
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Brooke
My dick really misses being inside you.
Shit. That came out wrong.
I can’t wait until you’re back in my arms. I’ll hold you. Kiss you. Then we can fuck and cuddle, then fuck again.
Fuck. That doesn’t sound any better. But screw it. It’s true.
God, I miss you.
Counting the hours until you’re here, babe.
A muffled snort slips through my nose, causing a few passengers to turn their heads in my direction, but I don’t care. Not today. A happy smile fills my face as I read through Sebastian’s texts a second time. I love my husband. He’s the only one who could send a text that makes my panties wet and turns my heart to mush all at the same time. He’s only been gone a few days, but my hectic work schedule meant his time home at Christmas hadn’t exactly panned out the way we’d hoped.
As in, there had been little to no sex during his three-day visit.
His band recently released their fifth album, and the new label they signed with this summer has them on tour for the next two months to promote it. They left at the beginning of December but had a three-day break for the holiday before heading back out.
I’ve been swamped at work. My boss had open-heart surgery a few weeks ago, so I stepped in to handle the oversight of the seven restaurants he currently owns and operates. I don’t mind the work—I’m a chef and love this industry—my problem is I spend so many hours jetting across the country there hasn’t been a whole lot of time left over for myself or my husband.
And we’re both painfully aware of it.
Hence, why I’m sitting in first class on a plane bound for Las Vegas after working late last night and most of the morning before my twelve thirty flight.
I need to have sex with my husband. Not just any sex. I want ‘raw, take-me-from-behind, calloused finger on my clit while he’s pounding into me’ sex.
Holy shit! I’m getting wet just thinking about it. I check the time on my phone and give a mental fist pump because the sex I’m dreaming of will commence the moment we’re together in the hotel room. I’ve waited this long. Surely, I can hold out a little longer without going stir-crazy.
I glance around the small first-class cabin before turning to look out the window. We’ve been sitting on the tarmac for quite a while. All around me, other passengers are beginning to show signs of frustration. I’m guessing many of them are probably trying to return home after spending time with their family or friends. Me? I’m just trying to have sex with my husband.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Captain Brian Mitchell speaking. There appears to be a problem with the landing gear. Mechanics are currently on-site working diligently to fix the problem. I’m sure we’ll be in the air in no time. I’ll keep you posted on their progress.”
A collective groan surrounds me as we all turn to try and see the men working. I’m not a fan of flying. In fact, I hate it. My stomach gets nauseous and I break out in a cold sweat—which I’m starting to do right now. I’m usually okay so long as Sebastian is sitting next to me holding my hand. Right now, the person occupying the seat beside me is a businessman with a surly expression plastered on his chubby face. Somehow, I get the feeling he wouldn’t be very understanding if I started vomiting all over his tailored suit.
Thirty minutes pass and we’re still waiting for an update. A few babies have woken from their naps and have begun to cry intermittently thus prompting their parents to scramble to try and locate the child’s favorite blanket or binky. Passengers have grown restless and are talking loudly amongst themselves. The flight attendants, however, remain just as calm and collected as they were when we first boarded the plane over an hour ago.
I reach for my phone and contemplate texting Sebastian with an update. As far as he knows, I’m already in the air and on my way to meet him. I’ve been waiting to contact him until I had some actual news to relay. My fingers hover over the keyboard as the overhead speaker crackles to life.
“Ladies and gentlemen. This is Captain Mitchell. It seems as though the repair on the landing gear is going to take longer than previously expected. I’m sorry to inform you that this flight has been cancelled. At this time we will begin de-boarding procedures, starting with those passengers seated in first class, and your new flight will depart from Gate B6. I’m sorry for any inconvenience this has caused.”
Sebastian
It’s almost one in the afternoon before I make it back to the hotel. The day started early with a morning spot on a local radio station. Then, we were whisked off to the Bellagio where we met up with an interviewer from Amplify magazine.
Five months ago we signed with a new label. With the release of the new album, we’re booked from morning till evening at every stop on this tour. The PR team over at Hyperion Records seems hell-bent on making sure everyone hears about our new music. Not that I’m complaining, but we’ve stayed so busy on this tour I hardly find time during the day to talk to my wife.
But today is different. With the interview behind me, I have the next thirty-six hours free to focus on one thing.
Pleasuring my wife.
I haven’t spoken to Brooke since I called her early this morning. We discussed how we would be spending our time together. Outside of attending the gala event that’s taking place after an MMA fight this evening, our plan is to spend as much time in our room as physically possible. The rest of the band will be attending the MMA fight, but I decided to pass on that one. There will be a huge fireworks event taking place at midnight, but I have a feeling we’ll be too busy creating our own fireworks to care about watching the show outside.
I’d sent her a few explicit texts while we were in the car on our way to the interview. She never replied, but she didn’t have to. I know my girl very well. I know how she thinks. What she likes.
Any minute now she’ll walk through the door and fill the room with her sweet fragrance and rich laughter. The thought of having my mouth on her soft, creamy skin, while holding her in my arms, has my cock pressing angrily at the seam of my button-fly jeans.
I adjust myself and open the door to the mini bar, grabbing a bottle of water just as my phone pings with a text. By the time I take a seat next to the window and pull out my phone, it has already pinged four more times.
Problem with the landing gear. Sitting on the tarmac at LAX.
Being placed on another flight.
Looks like our fuck and cuddle fest is going to be delayed a little bit longer.
Hope you’re ready for me because I really, really miss your cock.
BTW, I miss you, too.
Son of a bitch! This is not what I wanted to hear. I was hoping to come back and find her naked on the bed and when that didn’t happen I consoled myself with the knowledge she would be here any second now. I swallow my frustration and lay back on the bed as I’m dialing her number. After three rings I begin to think she’s already boarding the other plane. I close my eyes and think about how much I miss my wife.
Miss the feel of her warm body sleeping next to me.
Miss the way her long, blonde hair spills across the pillow.
Miss the way it feels when the swell of her ass presses up against my morning wood.
Yeah. I’m definitely ready for this tour to end.
“Hey, baby,” she answers in a breathy voice that sounds an awful lot like her sleepy just-had-sex voice. I hear it and my cock goes so stiff it threatens to burst through the denim confining it. Sometimes it’s hard to believe when we first started dating we waited nearly six months to have sex. Living a thousand miles apart only complicated matters, not to mention Brooke wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to be another notch in my proverbial rock star bedpost; which she most definitely was not.
From the first moment I laid eyes on her I was hooked. Our relationship wasn’t always easy, and for a while I thought I’d lost her for good. But fate had other plans, and the smile she wore on our wedding day wi
ll be forever burned in my memory.
The last few months haven’t been easy for us. After her boss’s surgery she stepped in to take over running the business—which was no easy task—seeing as how Max Wolf owns and operates seven restaurants between L.A. and London. Brooke has had to jet off to meet with the GM at each location just to assure them that even though Max isn’t handling things at the moment, everything is still business as usual.
“Hey, baby. I saw your texts. So, when will this flight get in?”
“Looks like I’ll be here a little while longer. This one departs in less than an hour.” She releases a heavy sigh before continuing. “It’s been a long night and morning and all I want to do is be in your arms. But I can’t. So, I’m going to go drown my sorrows in a heaping plate of cheese fries.”
I take a deep breath and try not to sound too disappointed.
“Aww, I’m sorry, babe. Try not to let this spoil your good mood. In a short time the wait will be over and I’ll help you forget all about your shitty morning.”
The rich sound of her laughter fills my ear and I can just picture her with her head thrown back, looking sexy as hell wearing those tight, colorful leggings that are all the rage these days. My cock twitches behind my jeans again and even though I’m alone in the room I lower my voice suggestively. “How ‘bout you skip the fries and go find a quiet corner in the VIP Lounge. We could use a little phone sex to pass the time. Doesn’t that sound better than cheese fries?”
I begin unfastening the buttons on my jeans before she responds. If I know Brooke, and I do, she’s already spotted the overhead sign and is fighting her way against the crowd to reach the room. Between all the traveling we both do for our careers, we’ve grown accustomed to taking advantage of these stolen intimate moments.
