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First, a little about me:
I am a paranormal and futristic romance writer. All of my stories err on the side of romance with a good helping of erotica, and then a dash more of romance. So, yeah, I like it haut!! I've been writing professionally for a little over 10 years, but wrote my first story at the tender age of 15. It amounted to nothing, but was so much fun to write that I kept doing it. Anyway that's enough about me, you're here to hear about my most deliciously favorite erotic novel aren't you?
Well, this little peace of Heaven's slice held me captive from the very first word to the last. And even now--months after reading it--I still find myself thinking about it from time to time.
He has nothing left to offer. She's determined to show him just how much he's worth.
Shot by a member of his own team, Justin Lawson retreats to Wiccan Haus. Holly Walters refuses to accept her boyfriend’s out-of-the-blue rejection without an explanation, even if getting the answers forces her to be trapped on a bizarre island for an entire week. She’s going to use every minute to work Justin out of her system once and for all. Justin’s body and spirit begin to heal under Holly’s loving
ministrations. As she talks about never seeing each other again, he realizes he never wants to let her go. But The Rogue Assassin who had gone after Justin before is after him again. Before he can fight to make Holly believe in their love, he’ll have to fight for both their lives.
“How did you hurt your knee?” Holly asked.
“Occupational hazard,” Justin muttered.
That wasn’t very comforting, considering he was in the military and always going off on missions that he couldn’t give her any details about. “Did you fall and break it?”
“Bullet shattered it.” His words were clipped.
She flinched, wanting desperately to reach for him, hating to think of the pain he’d been in, the pain she’d known nothing about. “And how long before or after this happened did you send me an eight word break-up text?”
“About seventy-two hours after.”
She immediately knew she’d been right not to take his text at face value. The self-destruction of a client and the week of lost work were worth it. She’d needed this explanation. More than that, it proved there was still hope for them. “So you conceivably could have still been under the effects of anesthesia.”
“But you were on pain medication for sure.”
“Don’t make excuses for me. I was an ass. I broke up with you, and you deserve better.”
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She loved him from the moment she saw him, but he was never hers to love.
In a world where men are an endangered species, available only to the ruling class, and the majority of women date androids, the last thing Phia Zen wants is to buy her lover from a catalogue. Imagine her surprise when she receives her purchase, Donté, and discovers he’s a living, breathing man. Problem is he truly belongs to the most powerful woman in the world, and she’ll stop at nothing to get him back.
For the love of a real man, how much will Phia sacrifice? Her family? Her freedom? Her very life and the life of the only man she’s ever loved?
Dr. Lobush called up another transparent keyboard, punched in a code, and as the glass swam from black to pellucid Phia’s heart skipped a beat, and then two. A large man was standing on the other side of the glass, his body naked as the day he was born. Curly brown locks draped his head, falling down to his shoulders and partially covering the right side of his face. He had wide, thick, shoulders, wrapped in hard, muscles which rippled down arms that ended in powerful, large hands. His chest had an X-shaped scar running across it, each arm of the X running from one shoulder down and around to the fourth or fifth rib on the other side. His blue gaze was trained on her, his full lips set in a thin line of what could only be described as bemusement.
Dr. Lobush gasped and ran for the door. She slapped her palm against the print pad and pushed through the door before stepping into the room which appeared no different than the healers’ examination rooms Phia had been in over the years. There was an examination table, medical monitors and jars filled with blue, green and violet substances. The walls were painted an opaque white and had a soft multi-colored bordering that wrapped around the top portions of each wall closest to the ceiling.
Phia brought her hands up to cover her mouth as she watched him step back away from the doctor as if he were nothing more than a beaten dog. This was definitely not the time or the place, but she found her eyes drifting down to his thick, limp cock. She shook her head and stepped toward the door as if invisible hands were pushing her forward. Ocean blue eyes turned on her as she crossed the threshold a few feet behind the doctor. Phia stopped dead in her tracks, as if frozen by his gaze. The room stilled. She could hear the erratic beeps and hums of the various machines, could feel the cool air brushing across the fine hairs on her arms, but neither caught her attention and held it as he did.
“Donté, calm down. You have to lie back down,” the doctor urged while patting the table next to her.
He stepped back, his brows knitted together as his large hands tugged at the hair at his temples. He gritted his teeth, buried his fingers deeper into his hair, and doubled over.
“Donté.” Dr. Lobush tried again, her hands in front of her, palms held out at him, “You’re still recovering. I need you to lie back down.”
He looked past Dr. Lobush to Phia. His eyes silently pleading for help, but she remained where she was, too afraid to make a move in either direction.
He shook his head, shoved one hand out at the doctor to keep her at bay, and yanked at the right side of his head with his free hand. He pulled angrily at his hair as if trying to dislodge something buried deep within his skull. He stumbled back against the wall before dropping to his knees, an unfathomable moan of agony escaping him.
Phia stepped forward, knowing she couldn’t do a thing for him, but desperately needing to do something or say something.
“What’s wrong with it? Why is it hurting? Can you do something to help it?”
“His body hasn’t fully healed yet.” Dr. Lobush dropped to her knees in front of him. She pulled a syringe from the pocket of the white lab coat she wore. “I don’t know why he woke up. He should have slept for another few days.” She sighed as she plunged the tip of the syringe into his arm. “But I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”
As he relaxed forward, his head falling into her lap, Dr. Lobush ran her hands through his hair as if he were her lover. Phia couldn’t explain the surge of jealousy roaring through her. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth to regain control of her unwelcome emotions. “How many credits for him?”
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