I’m sorry I missed you in Mitylini, but I understand why you didn’t come. I wanted to tell you the following in person, but this will have to do.
I love you. I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way, it doesn’t change how I feel. After everything that’s happened, I think this is the greatest lesson you taught me, to love unconditionally...even when that love may not be reciprocated. No matter what happens, you’ll always have a special place in my heart because you’ll always be my first great love.
I wish you the best. And, Tessa? When you’re alone and looking up at the stars...I hope you’ll sometimes think of me.
Yours, Nicolai
PS: Misty says hi. She stopped by yesterday after you left.
PPS: You were right about penetration. It doesn’t matter.
Shit! I squeeze the bridge of my nose, my eyes watering as I think of Nicolai’s first time...with Misty! I want to message back and say, “Dammit, Nicolai. I lied. If it’s with the right person, penetration is everything.”
But I don’t.
I scrub a hand up and down my face at the thought of him. God I miss him. But the longer we’re apart, the more I see that I made the right decision. Spending more time with Nicolai would have been just asking for trouble.
One Chase in my life is hard enough.
I go to erase the messages from Nicolai but I can’t. Not yet. Maybe tomorrow.
For now, I turn off my phone and focus my energy on London and my next job. There is one thing I know for sure. There will be no men for me in London.
THE END
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HOW TO BREAK A COWBOY – A Savage Tale
Tessa shows up at the Lazy L Ranch looking forward to another threesome romp in the hay. But a conflict between her two best cowboys threatens to ruin her chances of a repeat performance. Undeterred, Tess has an idea...why not invite the 'conflict' to join them? The question is, can the men's relationship handle another set of ranch hands? Can Tessa?
Warning: This is an erotic tale with explicit language and content including male/male/female lovin' - western style. Hold onto your hat, because it's going to be a wild ride!
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How To Break A Cowboy Excerpt – A Savage Short
Copyright 2013 by Daire St. Denis
Where Wade is tall, blond and stoic, Connor is stocky, dark-haired and fun-loving. They’re the perfect complement to one another. And together, in one bedroom? Good lord, they’re the perfect complement of lovers.
I can hardly contain my eagerness as the driver’s side door opens and Connor gets out. He hasn’t seen us yet and he’s smiling and talking to whoever is in the passenger side.
Then the passenger door opens and some hunk-a-hunk of burning cowboy steps out.
He’s tall and fit. He’s got black hair, high cheekbones and a movie star face. Even from the distance I can see the fine way his ass fills out his blue jeans. “Who the hell is that?”
“That’s Dallas.”
I frown up at Wade. From the way he’s gone rigid beside me, I figure the new hot pool isn’t the only problem on the ranch.
I want to ask him about Dallas. Needle him into telling me what’s really going on. But I don’t get a chance because Connor suddenly notices us.
“Now, there’s a sight for sore eyes,” he calls out.
While I was the one to rush to Wade’s side, Connor’s the one who jogs over to me. He picks me up and swings me around before setting me down and kissing me squarely on the lips, gently teasing my lower lip with his tongue. When he’s done, he’s grinning like a fool and I’m sure I’m grinning back in exactly the same way.
“When Wade told me you were coming, well, I couldn’t believe it. It’s been a long time. Over a year?”
“Sixteen months,” I say, taking in my fill of him; his chocolate brown eyes, his playful smile, his broad shoulders and muscled forearms.
Over Connor’s shoulder, I catch sight of Dallas watching us with an unreadable expression on his face.
I jerk my head toward the man and say, “You going to introduce me to your friend?”
But in true Connor style, he dismisses Dallas and says, “Nah, he’s just another ranch hand, you don’t want to meet him.”
I playfully smack his chest. “Don’t be rude.”
He grins and half turns to the other man. “Dallas, c’mere. I want you to meet someone.”
Wade steps closer to me, almost like a bodyguard, as Dallas saunters over. His eyes flick between us, probably trying to suss out the dynamics...just like I’m doing with him.
“Hi.” His voice is quiet and deep.
“Hi,” I say. “I’m Tessa.” I hold out my hand.
“I know who you are.” He wipes his hand down the front of his jeans before shaking mine. Up close, I can see he’s younger than I originally thought; mid to late twenties.
“I’m Dallas.” His gaze moves to Wade and back to me.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Same.”
Okay, so Dallas is a man of few words. I do my best to draw him out. “Have you been working at the ranch long?”
“About six months.” He still hasn’t smiled. Jerking his head in the direction of the truck, he says, “I’m going to finish unloading the feed.” He nods at me. “Nice to meet you.” Then he walks away.
No, ‘walks’ doesn’t quite describe the man’s rolling gait and I doubt I’m the only one watching his firm backside as he departs.
Connor breaks the silence first. “Ah, Tess,” he says. “It’s so great to see you.” Gently holding my face, he turns my head this way and that. “Beautiful, as usual. And, I like your hair.”
“What is it about you men and my hair?” I ask, tugging at my longer than usual locks.
He quirks a single brow and smiles and I’m wondering if he’s remembering the same scenario that I’d recalled earlier, with Wade and me kneeling on the bed. Of course, he would have been watching from a completely different angle. The thought of him watching us makes me blush.
Does he notice the pink stain on my cheeks? Maybe, because suddenly he turns to Wade and asks, “Have you two already been messing around without me?”
“Are you kidding?” I blow an exasperated shot of air out through my pursed lips. “We’re talking about Wade here. He’s immune to my charms.”
“That’s a lie,” Wade says, stepping closer and towering over both of us. It’s weird, but in Connor’s presence, Wade seems even more imposing.
“It’s okay,” I say. “You prefer men to women. I get it.”
Wade grasps my chin in his big hand. “I’m not immune to you.” He takes my hand and places it on the bulge at the front of his jeans. “Or hadn’t you noticed?”
“Mmm,” I sigh, the anticipation of our weekend taking me by force.
“You know I want you. I just have control.”
“Control?” Connor says, pulling me away from Wade and holding me beneath the protection of his arm. “Yep. That describes Wade alright. Always got to be the one in control.”
“He’s so bossy,” I say teasingly but a shadow has appeared in Wade’s eyes. I glance quickly at Connor. He’s wearing his usual cocky, self-assured expression, but his lips seem thinner, like he’s pressing them together.
I need to lighten the mood. “So,” I say to Connor. “How do we break him of his bad habit?”
“Oh, I know how to break him,” Connor says in a low voice.
There is an undercurrent of tension here and I glance from one man to the other as some unspoken communication passes between them.
In a flash
, Connor’s eyes clear and he grins down at me. “But for the moment, I’m more interested in breaking you.”
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SEX, SPIES AND PHOTOGRAPHS - A Wicked Way Interactive
Claire Marshall has a hot husband, a nice home in the burbs and an assortment of hobbies to keep her busy. She’s perfectly happy, right? Right?!
So why can’t she stop spying on the new neighbor next door?
When she finds out he’s an artist, specializing in boudoir photography, she decides to employ his services to help spice up her love life with husband, John. However, things heat up beyond Claire’s imagination when the neighbor and his exotic wife turn up at a party. By the end of the night, the two couples find themselves in Claire and John’s bedroom, for more—much more—than a photo shoot.
The relationship that develops between the neighbors is like nothing Claire has ever experienced and forces her to realize she’s been living a lie, biding her time in the burbs, waiting for something to happen.
Something has happened. Claire has undergone an awakening and she is no longer satisfied with the status quo. She’s faced with an impossible decision and needs help. Your help. Will you help her?
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RECKLESS FOR COWBOY - A Stampede Sizzler
"You ever play 'dare' with a cowboy before, sweetheart?"
When it comes to the Calgary Stampede, Brooke Hamilton has one piece of advice...stay away from cowboys!
Too bad she can't follow it herself. You'd think it'd be easy, considering how badly she's been burned. But the minute she meets Cooper Hays, saddle bronc rider and rodeo hotshot, her reckless heart falls hard and fast.
Brooke knows it's all a game to Cooper. Everything's a game to him. Risking his life on the back of a wild animal. Winning impossible dares. Whisking her off on the best dates ever. The man knows exactly how to shock and surprise her, taking her places she's never been before and making her feel things she's never felt before.
But Brooke's counting down the days to the end of Stampede—to the moment when Cooper gets what he wants and walks out of her life. Proving to her, once again, her reckless heart should not be trusted.
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Acknowledgements
A big thank you goes out to the following people for their continued support and help with this book. Thanks to Jill Flanagan for reading and then rereading after all of the helpful comments had been implemented. Thanks to Alyssa Linn Palmer for her editing expertise. Thanks to Wendy Keel for her marketing and promotional support. And finally, thanks to my partners in (writing) crime, Vivi Anna and Steena Holmes for keeping me in line and being my biggest cheer leaders.
I’d also like to acknowledge the translations of the ancient texts of Sappho and Longus from which I quote in the story.
*The Complete Works of Sappho, Sappho (630c. - 570BC c.), Delphi Classics, 2012, 2nd Ed
*Daphnis & Chloe, Longus, Translated by George Thornley, 1657
Vegas Heat by Lauren Hawkeye
Copyright © 2012 by Lauren Hawkeye
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Chapter One
I wanted to fuck in the heat.
We’d been driving for hours, my husband and I, driving along the highway that stretched, a skinny black ribbon, for as far as the eye could see. The smell of road tar gone gooey under the burn of the blistering sun snuck through the vents of our aging Ford Crown Vic and clung to the insides of my nostrils. The frigid air pouring out of the dash at the same time created humps all over the lightly tanned skin of my bare arms.
I wanted to be out there, in that heat. I wanted to feel the rays of the sun soothe away the goose bumps, wanted to breathe blistering mouthfuls of air that seared my lungs, even as steam rose sinuously from the asphalt.
And even more than that, I wanted to feel the slickness of sweat dripping down my temples, the salt stinging my eyes as I was pressed back against metal that reddened my skin. I wanted to wiggle my toes out of my sandals and open my legs wide as a hard cock entered the welcoming wetness of my cunt.
I wanted the heat.
What I didn’t want was to spend another minute cooped up inside the fucking car, rubbing my temples against the headache that the stale air had wrought. I didn’t want Austin to ask me, for the millionth time, what was wrong.
I simply didn’t have an answer. There was no one thing that was wrong with me, and yet nothing was quite right, either.
I sighed. Propping my feet up on the dash, I toyed with the end of the band aide that was plastered to my knee and turned to my husband.
“How much longer?” From the corner of my eye I saw Austin huff out an impatient breath, one that he tried to conceal. I knew that the slight whine in my voice turned the innocent question into the adult version of “are we there yet?”
As always, he was infinitely patient with me. He patted me on the k
nee, his fingers lingering on the soft skin just behind the curve.
“Just over the next hill, sweetie.” Blowing my blue black bangs out of my eyes, I scowled sideways at him, not appreciating the tease as I once would have.
I’d never been good on long car rides. I’d never been good at sitting still, period, and why I had ever thought that the long drive from the Albertan Rockies to Las Vegas, Nevada might be fun, I didn’t know.
I cast a sidelong glance at my handsome husband, whose tanned Adam’s apple bobbed as he hummed along with the radio. I did know, actually. We hadn’t had a lot of time to spend together lately, and when Austin had broached the idea of the road trip I’d overlooked the fine details in my excitement. I had thought that maybe, just maybe, three days inhabiting each other’s space would help to strengthen the bond between us, the one that had begun to crumble under the stress of late nights at work and a wavering sex life.
“Anna!” Austin’s voice was sharp, and I realized that I had been drumming my fingers on the dash board in impatience.
“Sorry,” I muttered and sat back, willing myself to hold still, to look through the clear glass of the window at the scenery, anything to keep myself from driving us both crazy. Despite my supreme effort, within a minute I was fidgeting with the soft strings that edged the hem of my cutoff jeans. I twined one around my pinky finger until it began to cut off my circulation, leaving the soft tip white.
A loud sigh from the driver’s seat told me that I was doing it again.
“I’m sorry!” I exclaimed again, irritation coloring my words. “I’m just so goddamn bored!”
There was another sigh, which was followed by a slightly weary smile. I knew that I was being a brat. But the light upward curve of Austin’s full mouth reminded me that he loved me anyways—brat, bitch, neither or both.
“Give me your hand.” He held out his own, palm up.
“Why?” He scowled, as he always did when I defied him. I often thought that, for someone who didn’t care to be questioned, he had sure married the wrong woman.
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