Heat rating: 3 flames
1868 Indian Historical/Romance
Montana Territory–1868. After spending four years as a captive of the Blackfeet, Jennie Proctor must decide whether to trust the handsome white man who has come to rescue her, or spend the rest of her life a Blackfeet.
Cody Larimer has one goal in life: to rescue captive women from Indians. When he finds the beautiful and haunted Jennie Proctor, the last thing he expects is for her to tell him to leave her with the Blackfeet!
However, Jennie’s situation soon changes, and she and Cody must struggle together if they wish to survive. Feelings of anger and mistrust soon develop into mutual respect and love, leaving both of them with something neither believed possible.
A’hwa Waki noticed the women were settling down on the grass just beyond the cluster of cottonwoods, facing the ancient ceremonial site. Laughs Behind Hand stood chatting with her mother, pointing in A’hwa Waki’s direction.
Could they have noticed the white man in the tree? She felt her muscles tense.
A group of warriors, their faces painted black with red lightning streaks, beat rhythmically on drums, chanting. Many women sang in shrill harmonizing voices. The atmosphere was one of
No, A’hwa Waki finally decided, if the women had noticed the white man, things would be in an uproar by now.
“Kai yiwahts, A’hwa Waki?” Mahkwoyi called out to her.
She glanced toward the warrior and found him watching her. His expression asked what troubled her. If only he knew, she thought, leaning against the cottonwood. If only he knew a white man sat above her, wanting to take her away. A’hwa Waki smiled in an attempt to appear relaxed. The handsome warrior standing within the white-painted rock circle had become her confidante, her friend, her…soon-to-be husband. Instincts warned her not to reveal the white man’s presence, yet a nagging feeling of betrayal existed.
Wilderness by Sally Odgers
Experimental Womens Fiction
Wilderness is where you find it. Miriam Moses fights her own private wilderness by running for her life. Along the way, she encounters many characters, all engaged in their own pains and problems. Death, blood, tears and betrayal are rife, but even the darkest life is lit by hope. From each encounter, Miriam takes what she needs and discards the rest, but no one who meets her will ever be the same again. Especially Harry Mercury. Wilderness is where you find it. Life is what you make it. And Miriam Moses is running for her life.
Miriam Moses ran. She walked and ran right through the night, pausing often to rest. As the dawn came, she was a long way from anywhere, which isn’t difficult on the wild west coast. She sat down to rest, chewing a strip of fruit leather. The bush was thick to the coastal side, and on the inland side the gullies swooped away. Miriam watched the daylight grow, and felt very tired. She wasn’t pacing herself properly. Much more of this and she’d run herself to death before she finished running for her life. And–she was still in Tasmania.
She watched the wilderness of trees, the steepness and the primitive shape of the hills. The west coast–a bitter place in winter, but in summer–it was not so bad. She was wearing a coat, but she’d take it off when the sun came high. There was a boy by the side of the road.
Miriam blinked. He was wearing underpants and a PFD. His face was dripping blood and his legs were… “What happened to you?” she asked.
Ghostly Menage by Alysha Ellis
Heat rating: 5 flames
Discover the delights of hard spirits.
Kelsie doesn’t believe in ghosts. So why is she camped out at her elderly aunt Maud’s house to take part in an exorcism?
Maud hasn’t let a man in the house for forty years, which leaves Kelsie at a loss to explain the smell of hot male and the most erotic dreams of her life that overtake her the instant she arrives.
After one particularly tasty midnight encounter, Kelsie awakes to a vision that is not hard to swallow at all: three gorgeous, naked and very eager hunks standing at the end of her bed.
The good news is, they want to fulfill her every erotic fantasy. The weird news is they’re ghosts!
Now it’s up to Kelsie to thwart the exorcist and secure a lifetime’s supply of hard spirits.
The three men certainly were tapped in to her fantasies. Adam lounged against the wall, all black leather and bad boy attitude. Benedict’s long lean legs were covered in faded denim, complete with scuffed cowboy boots and a faded stress patch to draw attention to his magnificent package. Chad’s blond good looks morphed into divine beauty when set against the severity of the formal black and white of his tuxedo.
Kelsie looked and evaluated. “You know, I’ve got to say, I never realized just how much my fantasies had embraced the whole romantic cliché. Still, I suppose it’s because those images are so attractive that they become clichés in the first place. I think the only thing I’m missing here is the kilt clad Highland warrior.”
Adam’s leathers began to go blurry and look a little wooly. “I can change.”
Rise of the Wolf by Kat Duarte
Heat rating: 3 flames
City girl Hilary Samuels has no idea Murphy’s Law will kick into high gear the first night of the Hunters’ Moon. One country road, a flat tire and a skid into a cornfield later, and Hilary finds herself face-to-fang with a seductive vampire. Add to that one super-sized wolf who challenges her attacker and you’ve got one weird night out.
Anyone else would retreat to the more conventional hazards of urban life, but Hilary moved to McKenna with an agenda. If she can successfully run the small town’s Café Lotti, her promotion to managing one of the hippest cafes in Chicago is in the bag.
But how to build a customer base when stalked by the undead? Not to mention the hunky head of the company turning out to have some steamy supernatural secrets of his own! Will Hilary join forces with her new and powerful ally, or will their entanglement rip her world apart?
But why should you wait? Your skin in the moonlight looks as soft and radiant as a pearl. Do you not yearn to be caressed?
She would have sworn his lips didn’t move. His voice was so gentle, warm, sensuous and intimate, as though he were inside her thoughts, her soul.
Then somehow, without moving, he had covered the space between them and stood next to her, pressed against her, leaning over her. His soft hair tickled her cheek. His breath whispered across her lips as he parted them with a flick of his hot tongue. The kiss was light, soft, then firmer and deeper, the deft movement filling her with the promise of such delights to come that her knees actually began to give way. He caught her, one of his arms bracing her at the deepest curve of her back, the other wrapped so that he cradled her neck in the palm of his hand.
Love Unexpected by Gwynn Morgan
Heat rating: 1 flame
When airline hostess Kate befriends a lonely child, she little dreams of the reward that will come her way. She soon learns that a good deed can bring unexpected surprises in the form of a love she never dared hope to find.
Janelle is determined to rescue her infant neice from the child’s abusive father when her sister dies under doubious circumstances. A potential tragedy with a broken down car in a remote area brings an unexepcted result when she is rescued by a cowboy with a car seat!
Glimpsing blurred motion out of the corners of her eyes, she glanced up to see a pickup, several years old and a bit the worse for wear. Mud encrusted the bed and rusty spots marred the once bright metallic green paint.
“What’s the problem, Ma’am? Need some help?”
With the mid-afternoon sun in her eyes and reflecting off the glass and chrome of both vehicles, she couldn’t see much about the driver except he wore a broad brimmed hat and a bright striped shirt.
“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “My car just suddenly stopped. I mean, the engine runs and all but it won’t move.”
“Let me take a look,” the man said. He pulled up in front of her car, parked the pickup, and got out.
Wow, Jan thought. He’s tall. He was also broad shouldered, and moved with an easy loose-hipped gait. He stopped to glance under the raised hood, gave a twitch or two to some of the wires and asked her to start it again. The results were still the same. He pushed his hat back and scratched his head for a moment. Then he gave her a crooked grin.
Psychic Passions by Ally Robertson
Heat rating: 5 flames
Paranormal Erotic Romance
Caprice Hutchins and Cassidy Cornwall are both empaths and artists struggling to survive with their own distinct mental illnesses. Together they will fight for their lives and sanity to find and keep each other’s souls. They will be reborn through death and time to achieve a deep psychic connection, filled with desire, passion, obsession and unconditional love.
Feeling Caprice in distress made him want to comfort her, but when she snapped at him and lashed out with her frustration, he couldn’t bear her suffering anymore. He’d taken her out to the park that day to tell her all the reasons why she wouldn’t want him. To his surprise, he couldn’t resist her need any longer. His own need had driven him to kiss her. Feeling the way she responded to him had hit him like a train wreck. He’d have made love to her right there if it hadn’t been for Odessa’s interruption.
Afterwards, when he’d held Caprice as she sobbed in his arms, he’d felt her true feelings come flooding to the surface. He knew then he couldn’t deny her anymore. He hated that she hurt. He wanted to keep her safe. But he was also terrified at the prospect that he could fall in love with her. He’d felt so conflicted. Finally, Cassidy realized that it didn’t matter anymore. Why was he denying himself love when that’s all he’d desired to truly have for so long.
Wanton Wenches by Rhiannon Arivon
Heat rating: 5 flames
Erotica, BDSM, 2 Book Anthology
What do you get when you cross a sexy, strong-willed redhead, a devilish bartender and a tab that needs to be paid? How about a beautiful but naughty minx who finds out just how much fun punishment can really be?
These are two sizzling tales you will not want to miss!
It took a bit of struggling, but I managed to stand up and hop turn myself around to face him.
He looked up with a bit of surprise on his face, and then with a smile he grabbed my arms. “So, still got some struggle in you, eh?”
I looked up at him with a mixture of defiance and fear, and then I felt the mischievous brat in me rear up. I swayed back and forth and struggled to break his grip on my arms.
He laughed, keeping me easily in his strong grip. He turned the chair around, pulled me down onto my knees, and then forced my head onto the seat of the chair. He moved my hair and strapped my neck down to the seat of the chair with another belt.
Well, I’m not getting up from this position, I thought to myself.
My Lord Says:
“Do you understand the rules, slave?”
I shiver at the warmth of His breath moving across my ear and neck and quickly mutter, “Yes, My Lord.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear that.” He stands back up and the leather handle of the leash lands with a sting across my right shoulder.
I yelp in surprised pain. “Yes, My Lord, I understand the rules!”
“Wonderful. Then let’s begin, shall we?” He moves back to the couch and sits down in front of me. He leans close to me and presents the leash handle in front of my lips. I open my mouth and feel the handle as it slides into my open cavity. I close my lips and wait for the game to begin.