Brazen or Bust

by Anara Bella

  Logan spread her folds, leaned in and gave her clit a long, lingering lick, tasting her like he’d been dying to for days. God, she was like the sweetest ambrosia. Intoxicating. Delicious. She shuddered and speared her fingers in his hair as he tongued the nubbin. His cock twitched. He needed to be inside her again, but she hadn’t come yet.

  He slid one finger into her vagina while he continued to suck and lap, bringing her to a gasping precipice. God, she was so close already. Not breaking his tempo, he worked another finger into her. And another.

  She was almost there. He sucked hard on her clit and she came with shattering intensity, screaming his name in release. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. One he hoped to hear over and over again for the rest of his life.

  If Nica never moved again it would be too soon.

  Lying on her stomach, she was completely sated and exhausted. Logan had been true to his word. She’d definitely come her brains out. And she wasn’t the only one. Neither of them had moved for at least an hour and Nica suspected she may never be able to move again.

  Certain he’d fallen asleep, she gave a start when he started kissing his way along her spine. A fresh frisson of desire washed over her. Apparently, she was insatiable with Logan. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  He chuckled and bit the back of her neck. “I’m having my way with you.”

  She giggled. “I’m too tired to move, but knock yourself out.”

  “I will.”

  He worked his way down to her ass, tarrying for a moment at the base of her spine, licking and tasting before continuing his exploration and kissing each butt cheek with loving care. He chuckled. “You know, this ass is what started all the trouble.”

  She turned her head and struggled to look at him. “Really?”

  “Oh yeah. The second I lay eyes on your delectable ass in those new skin-tight jeans of yours I was a goner. Ever since then, I’ve imagined doing a lot of really wicked things to this ass.”

  He took a nip and she gasped. “Like what?”

  He ran his finger along her lower spine and tickled the crack between her butt cheeks before he continued farther down and teased the puckered rosette he found there. Her vagina clenched from the unaccustomed touch, and a secret thrill skittered through her at what he was doing. “I was the first to go down on you. I’m pretty sure I’d be the first one here too.”

  Her breath hitched and she felt herself getting wet all over again even though the very idea of him touching her there was embarrassing. Her face heated and for a moment she was speechless. Could she do something like that? It wasn’t something she’d ever thought of doing before, but the truth was she wanted to do it all with Logan. And she wanted to be everything to him.

  Despite her embarrassment, there was no denying she was intrigued. Deep down, she wanted to at least try it. She was a brazen vixen now after all. And pulling out all the stops was the name of the game.

  “Brazen or bust,” she whispered.

  Logan stilled. “What did you say?”

  Startled, she looked back at him. She hadn’t realized she’d said it out loud. “Go all the way. Brazen or bust. It’s my new mantra. It goes with the new me.”

  He considered her for a moment and then grinned. “I like it. It suits you.” He lightly bit one ass cheek. “In fact, I love everything about you.”

  He slid his hand from her ass to toy with her clit. “Let’s explore the new you together, shall we?”

  She squirmed with pleasure. “Yes, please. Every inch.”

  He nodded. “Every inch.” He thrust a finger into her slick pussy. “All the way.”

  She gasped and then laughed with uninhibited glee. “All the way sounds perfect to me.”

  About the Author

  To learn more about Anara Bella, please visit www.anarabella.com, follow her on Twitter at http://twitter.com/AnaraBella or check out her Facebook page at www.facebook.com/anarabella. Send an email to Anara at anara@anarabella.com.

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  Batteries Not Required

  © 2009 Anara Bella

  In Dana Appleby’s experience, really bad, boring sex and long-term relationships seem to go hand-in-hand. Enough is enough. She’s now on a mission and her main objective is finding excitement in the bedroom. And she knows just who she wants to give it to her: Reese Cooper.

  Short-term relationships are Reese’s specialty—and so is sex. Dana’s proposal to have a little fling is right up his alley, but things go awry when he starts to realize short-term isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. And suddenly the idea of Dana moving onto someone else doesn’t appeal one bit.

  So, what’s a guy to do? The only thing he can do. Set out to show Dana that long-term doesn’t necessarily mean boring. Not with relationships—and definitely not with sex.

  Warning: This book contains graphic sex, a scorching office quickie and the teensiest bit of newbie handcuff play. Please note: Batteries not included with this book. But don’t worry, you won’t need any.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Batteries Not Required:

  This was it. She’d made up her mind. Nothing could stop her now.

  It all started on the count of three.

  Dana looked towards her target and took a deep, fortifying breath before starting the nerve-racking countdown.

  One.

  Butterflies fluttered ruthlessly in her throat, threatening to choke her. She swallowed hard.

  Two.

  Her palms started to sweat. She swiped them on her hips.

  Two and a half.

  Breathing would be good about now. Hey, were those stars?

  Two and three quarters.

  Get a grip girl. Hike up your backbone and go for it.

  Three!

  By some complete miracle Dana’s legs started to move in the direction she wanted to go. Well, that wasn’t quite true. If they went in the direction the chicken side of her wanted to go she’d be headed in the opposite direction, straight out the door. But no, she was definitely headed towards Reese.

  Who knew she possessed this much nerve? Not her. Not anyone. She wasn’t a wimp, but in all truth, she was anything but a risk-taker. Nor was she the attention-grabbing type.

  If anything, with her plain brown hair and boring brown eyes, she tended to blend into the background. She was the one everyone said had her feet planted firmly on the ground. A straight-forward, no-nonsense kind of girl, that was her. In point of fact, she was the last person anyone would ever expect to do anything the least bit daring or “out there”. Especially with regards to men. And not with a man she’d only seen around the office and never met. She was the very antithesis of a femme fatale.

  But tonight was different. Tonight marked the coming of the New Year and the new her. Tonight she was going after what she wanted. And what she wanted most was Reese Cooper.

  No more lying in bed all alone, fantasizing about what she would like to do to his super sexy body. Fantasizing about what she wished he would do to hers. Fantasizing about what they could do to each other. No sirree. She’d made her New Year’s resolution and that resolution meant she was going to start this year with a bang.

  Or more precisely, with a kiss. The kiss to end all kisses. Or maybe just the kiss that would bring an end to her fantasies about Reese. Because if things didn’t go the way she wanted, at least she’d finally know. And maybe, just maybe, she could move on and find a man who would give her what she wanted—a taste of what great sex was all about.

  She really had nothing to lose. At the very least she’d find out what it was like to kiss Reese Cooper and that alone was a thrilling prospect. Heck, it already had her tingling down to her toes.

  Besides, what else was New Year’s for? It was a time for change.
For adventure. For new beginnings. All the things she was determined to kick off right now.

  After pushing her way through the crush of people, she reached her quarry and stopped just behind him. All six-foot-three-scrumptious inches of him. The place was so packed it was a wonder she was able to get this close to him, but at least the crowd and noise had helped in her quest. She was certain Reese hadn’t noticed her approach.

  She looked around and quickly sized up her options. Now that she was in position, it was going to take a bit of maneuvering to accomplish what she’d come here to do. Because a man like Reese was too good looking and sought after to come to a party by himself.

  His present arm candy was even now primping herself in expectation of getting his New Year’s kiss, and the countdown was about to begin. But Dana knew something the blow-up blonde didn’t—she was doomed to disappointment. Because, date or no date, in about ten seconds Reese was going to be kissing her, Dana Appleby. Not blissfully unaware, destined-to-fail, Cosmo girl.

  All Dana had to do was get the timing right.

  At that moment the music stopped and the host of the party called for everyone’s attention, announcing the countdown was about to commence.

  This is it. The moment of truth. The moment she’d been waiting for. She shored up her nerve and got into position.

  “Ten…nine…eight…”

  Steady. I can do this.

  “Seven…six…five…”

  Now.

  Pretending she’d tripped, Dana very neatly fell into Reese’s very strong, very yummy arms.

  I did it.

  “Four…three…”

  She looked into his surprised grey eyes and almost melted. She’d never seen them up close like this before and their impact was staggering. She could happily drown in those eyes. “I’m so sorry. I’m such a klutz.”

  “Two…one…”

  He steadied her with his hands but didn’t remove them from around her. She took that as a good sign. Now if she could just get rid of the damn blush making her complexion a bright, fire-engine red. It was hard to look sexy when you looked as if your head was going to catch fire at any second.

  “You okay?” He seemed genuinely concerned. How sweet.

  A chorus of “Happy New Year” being shouted from every corner of the room effectively interrupted her answer.

  As the surrounding crowd whooped it up and kissed the one they loved, or whoever was convenient, Reese looked around, obviously trying to sort out his current dilemma. His gaze flitted between blow-up Barbie—who was frantically trying to shove Dana out of the way—to his armful of Dana.

  Dana, however, didn’t have any such dilemma on her hands. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She ignored the bimbo, disregarded Reese’s shock when she grabbed his lapels, and tossed off what she hoped was an impishly sexy grin. Red face and all. Then she proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of him.

  At least she hoped that’s what she was doing.

  For an instant, he went perfectly still, no doubt taken aback and not quite sure what to do with her, and a feeling of panic fluttered in her stomach. Oh no, what if he pushed her away? Before that thought could fully take root, he relaxed and took the kiss over with an eagerness Dana would never have dared hope for.

  Oh God, it was a million times better than she’d ever imagined. This was the stuff fantasies were made of. This was what a kiss was supposed to be. This was what it was like to be swept off your feet, and then some.

  This was what she’d been looking for.

  Now all she had to do was hang onto it.

  Putting the past to rest has never been this much fun.

  My Christmas Wish

  © 2009 Ember Case

  Tara Walsh has come a long way from paying her dues in a smoky New Orleans club. Her albums sell millions, her tours sell out and she has a hit DVD. Her name is known around the world. Now she’s back home for a holiday charity concert—and to say a proper goodbye to the past. A past named Duncan Rousse.

  Five years ago, Duncan pushed Tara away for one reason: to force her to reach for the stars. She deserves the life she’s earned, even though it left him with a broken heart that’s never healed. Having her back in his arms only makes the pain worse, yet the last thing he can do is beg her to stay.

  One wild, passion-filled night in the sexy Cajun’s bed has Tara’s body singing with pleasure. But can they both get what they want this Christmas?

  Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, second chances, making up for lost time with a sexy Cajun, and Christmas wishes that might really come true.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for: My Christmas Wish

  Looking at his lips had been a bad idea. Tara had too many memories of what they had felt like against her own. What they’d sounded like telling her goodbye.

  She pushed the thought aside. Better to think about what they sounded like saying hello.

  Dragging her gaze back to his, she thought she saw the glow of hunger there. “I stayed away too long, Duncan. It’s good to be back.”

  “We were starting to wonder if you’d left us behind forever.” His voice was as warm as her memories.

  “It was hard to leave.” She held his gaze and saw the faint flinch as he recalled how she’d left. “It was harder to come back.”

  He nodded slowly, accepting with that simple gesture both her leaving and his role in it. For a minute there was only the sound of the music and the feverish noise of the crowd on the dance floor surrounding them.

  Memories of how it felt to be held in his strong arms filled the lull. Dangerous memories that she’d relived a thousand times in her dreams. How many times had they danced on that floor, his arms pulling her tight while she thought she’d found her home at last? She’d begun to believe in love and dream of happily-ever-after. Then her dreams had turned into nightmares and left her the way she’d been since she was eight years old. Alone.

  You couldn’t change what had already been, and wishing for things to be different wasn’t going to make them so. With a mental shrug, Tara put the past where it belonged—away.

  “The club looks like it’s doing good business. I was in Miami a few months ago and your new club there had a line out the door that stretched three blocks. You’ve done well with them.”

  “Mais, we were lucky after the storms. The Brick Lady held up well to Katrina, better than many of the other buildings in the Quarter. We had to replace some of the tanks in the brewpub and we had to strip the first floor walls down to the studs. Some of the locals think the ghosts held off the worst of the flood waters and protected what they consider theirs.” He chuckled.

  “Stranger things have happened in the French Quarter.” She let the smile that had always come naturally to her lips show, relaxing as the old feeling of intimacy came back. With Duncan it had always been this way, ever since the moment they’d met. When he was around, the rest of the world faded into the background until it was just the two of them. Nothing and no one else mattered.

  Not even a stepmother driving a wedge between her beloved stepson and the young woman who had dared to make a place for herself in Duncan’s world.

  “How’s Marie? Is she here tonight?” Tara tensed as she glanced over his shoulder, almost expecting to find the older woman staring her down from across the room.

  “She doesn’t come down here much anymore,” Duncan stated grimly.

  “No? Have you moved back home then?”

  “Not bloody likely—I still live up over the club when I’m here in New Orleans.” He gestured vaguely towards the back hall, where she knew steps led to his private rooms above. “Marie learned she’s happier sticking with her Garden Society friends than poking her nose into this part of the family business. And she’s busy these days trying to find a wife for Stephen before he marries himself to the corporation.”

  Duncan’s older brother had always had a head for business. It wasn’t a surprise to hear he had taken a larger
role with the family firm. Tara relaxed again, reassured that the dragon lady wasn’t going to be bearing down on them tonight.

  “Are you home to stay?”

  “Just until after the show.” Two short nights. Tonight and Christmas Eve, the night of the performance. The clock was already ticking.

  “So you head back to la-la land on Christmas Day?” Was that disappointment in his voice, or was she only wishing it was there?

  “I’ve got a six am flight back to LA—I’ll be on the West Coast in time for brunch.” Los Angeles couldn’t have seemed further away than it did right now. And without anyone special to spend it with, Christmas would be just like any other day. An hour or two in the gym, another afternoon in the dance studio, some time working on songs for the album she was due to start recording in late January. Another holiday alone. Yet another thought she tried to push out of her mind.

  “Have a drink with me, chère.” She wasn’t sure if he was pushed towards her from behind by the crowd or if he’d stepped closer. She didn’t care as his body was right where she most wanted it to be, pressed tightly to hers. Chest to chest, thigh to thigh, the heat that rose from his skin spread across her own and brought an ache of longing that throbbed through her veins.

  Then he was bumped from behind, pushed suddenly forward by an overexcited patron making a move to the bar. As his arms tightened around her waist to steady her, she felt his pelvis forced against the gentle mound of her belly. Feeling his warm body pressed against her own brought a damp weakness to her core. Gut-wrenching, mind-shattering need claimed her body and left her quivering in his embrace.

  “Yes.” The word slipped out. His throat was mere inches from her lips, and the familiar smell of him filled the air she breathed. Surrounded with scents of evergreen and spice, her mouth flooded with the remembered taste of his skin beneath her tongue. The urge to lick her way up the firm column of his neck possessed her.