Jewels of the Nile IV

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Excerpts From: ELLORA´S CAVEMEN: JEWELS OF THE NILE IV

An Excerpt From: ENLIGHTENING LUCINDA

Copyright © M.A. ELLIS, 2008

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

"Barnaby, darling. Bring your hand a smidge farther down the barrel."

"Like this, milady?"

"Perfect." Lucinda smiled, rolling the bristles of the thinly tapered brush into the dollop of white paint at the bottom of her palette. She glanced from her canvas to Barnaby and back once more before highlighting a bulge of rippling muscle with a quick stroke.

The drawn-out creak of the heavy oak door echoed through the sunny room and she silently prayed for patience. Her predominantly female staff had spent the last week inventing reason upon reason for entering her studio. Truly, she could hardly blame them. Her model was a decidedly delicious specimen.

"No time for tea, Mrs. Darsley. I´m at a rather major apex at the moment."

Footsteps, muffled by the somewhat worn rug, continued to advance. A rush of warm breath tickled the back of Lucinda´s neck, offering a second´s warning before a large, strong hand came to rest upon her waist.

"That couldn´t possibly be considered this side of major, my lady," a familiar deep tone whispered near her ear, the buttery voice sending a shiver through Lucinda´s body. One she craftily covered by a dramatic shrug of her shoulders but not before the sexy timbre had all but curled her toes.

"I´ve only your word as proof, Gideon," she replied with an exaggerated sigh.

His thumb rubbed teasingly against her lowest rib, causing a gradation of heat to roll through her suddenly tense form. His touches had become more frequent within the last month, bolder than what society would deem acceptable. His hand stole away, but not before his fingers trailed over her lower back and Lucinda turned her head to hide her smile. Ah, yes. Unacceptability. It was a trait they mutually admired.

An Excerpt From: MATING RUN

Copyright © TIELLE ST. CLARE, 2008

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Cat reached for the front clasp of her bra, hesitating a moment too long.

"All of it. Off."

Her head snapped up at the command and she pierced the source with a deadly stare. The woman looking back wasn´t intimidated. She was trying not to laugh.

Cat sighed and forced her fingers to undo the clasp. "I can´t believe I let you bitches talk me into this."

Jen chuckled. "You made the bet."

Cat extended her glare to the other two women surrounding her, one of which was holding a terrycloth robe open, concealing Cat as she stripped.

"And you lost." The smug addition came from Mika.

The only one not exulting in Cat´s predicament was Brandy. Cat wanted to believe it was because she felt guilty for making Cat do this, but though Brandy wasn´t laughing, she hadn´t backed down either.

Fuck, who would have thought the shy little bitch would be such a shark at cards?

During their twice monthly poker game, Cat and Brandy had run out of money and begun a high-stakes game of services. Cat had bet an oil change, tune-up and tire rotation. When Brandy couldn´t offer anything to match that, she´d demanded Cat perform one task that she´d specify later.

Cat lost the hand and Brandy´s demand was that Cat participate in the Pack´s semiannual Mating Run.

"It´s an archaic, barbaric, chauvinistic practice," Cat groused as she shoved her arms into the sleeves of her robe. Once the terrycloth covered her body, she reached under and pulled down her panties.

All three women nodded.

Cat threw up her hands. "If you all agree, why am I doing this?"

"Because you need to get laid."

"Seriously."

"Oh yeah."

Cat folded her arms across her chest and glared at the three women she had considered her best friends until tonight. She was planning a change in associates. As soon as this dumb bet was finished. She wasn´t a welsher.

"I don´t see any of you getting all hot and heavy with anyone."

Mika and Jen had the grace to look embarrassed-or was that irritation?

Brandy spoke up. "Yes, but we don´t get quite so crabby when we aren´t having regular orgasms."

Mika and Jen contained their laughter for approximately four seconds before they lost it. Cat glared, feeling her cheeks warm. So she didn´t do well when she wasn´t having sex on a regular basis. If only she could find a man she could tolerate for more than a few hours of fucking.

Pack males were domineering, which, while intriguing in bed, sucked during everyday life. She wasn´t about to become a full-time puppy breeder just because some male was good in bed. She had a job, a business, and damn it, she enjoyed it.

Too bad sex toys just didn´t do it for her.

An Excerpt From: MIDNIGHT SEDUCTION

Copyright © DAWN HALLIDAY, 2008

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Invite me in.

At that moment, if Kyle Turner had a way to bend a person´s will, he would have done it. He stood facing the woman who rocked his world. But she didn´t believe it, and he didn´t know how to show her what he felt. Especially when she would hardly let him touch her.

Her face aglow beneath her porch light, she smiled at him, and the earth moved beneath his feet. Goddamn.

Lacey Marceaux. The woman he´d had his eye on for five years, since the day she stepped into the downtown San Francisco offices of Turner & Hannover Construction as their project manager. His partner Tom had hired her-without a doubt the best thing Tom ever did for the company.

"Thanks for tonight." Her voice ricocheted through him and he sucked in a breath.

Did she comprehend what she did to him? No, he thought wryly, glancing at her downcast eyes. Clearly not.

In the two months they´d been together, kissing was as far as she allowed it to go. As soon as he tried to take it a step further, she´d push him away. She took him from amazing, intense arousal to frigid rejection, again and again. Physically, it was like having ice-cold water thrown directly on his aching cock. Even worse was what she was doing to his head. Each time she did it, it was like she twisted a red-hot poker deeper into his gut. He wasn´t used to rejection. But the way he felt about Lacey-damn, what could he do? He didn´t want to walk away from what they had.

"I had a good time." He took a step toward the door and paused meaningfully.

Either she didn´t get the hint or...something. He couldn´t figure her out. He knew he was the first man she´d dated since her divorce was finalized, but if she kept it up much longer, he was going to go insane with wanting her.

Screw it. He slipped his arm around her waist and gently pulled her close. Bending down, he let his lips hover over hers, drinking in her sweet scent, belatedly realizing she would be able to feel his rock-hard erection pressing against her belly.

See how I want you, Lacey?

She gasped, stiffened, but before she could pull away, he captured her mouth with his.

Not good enough. She froze in his arms, her lips tightened, and she flattened her palms against his chest in an attempt to push him back. Kyle wrenched away, clenching his teeth to subdue the groan of frustration rising in his throat.

He couldn´t do this anymore. This wasn´t going to work, damn it.

Before he could slam his fist through the plastered siding beside her front door, she grabbed his hand. "Come over for dinner tomorrow."

Tangling his fingers with hers and squeezing tightly, he perused her body through narrowed eyes. He slowly scanned her curving, flared hips, her abundant cleavage, the clavicle where he could see her frantic pulse. His gaze wandered upward, to her auburn hair fanned out over her shoulders, her heart-shaped face, the pink lips he´d just kissed, and the blue-green eyes that had instantly entranced him five years ago.

She´d just-literally-pushed him away and now she was asking him to dinner. His pride told him to sneer at her and stalk off. But he couldn´t. A big part of him was undeniably connected to this woman, and he wanted to make it work, as impossible as it seemed at this moment.

Tomorrow they´d be alone, in her house. He´d talk to her-get to the bottom of what was going on with her, with them.

Maybe he´d have to end it. His gut clenched. Damn, he didn´t want that, didn´t want it at all.

But he wasn´t made to be celibate. He couldn´t live like this.

Tomorrow he´d make love to her...or break this whole thing off.

An Excerpt From: MOON MAGIC

Copyright © N.J. WALTERS, 2008

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Sighing, Meghan raised her head listened to the calming sounds of the night. The breeze brushed over her skin like a lover´s caress, so soft and gentle that she moaned. Her nipples hardened into tight buds. Her breasts felt heavy and hot.

Groaning, she lay back on the ground and stared up at the stars in the sky. The grass welcomed her, lightly tickling her arms and bare legs. It had been more than a year since she´d had sex. She should have known there was something wrong between her and Mark when he suggested waiting until they were living together to have sex, but she´d thought he was just old-fashioned. What he´d been was gay and desperately trying to hide it from his boss and ultra-conservative family.

She felt naïve now as she remembered liking the fact that he had a male secretary instead of some sexy female. Meghan wasn´t under any illusions about herself. She was tall, a well-rounded size sixteen, and her waist-length red hair had a tendency to curl wildly in any kind of humidity. Still, Mark had seemed to like her well enough. She hadn´t worried about his secretary in the least and had rather liked him. That is, until she´d caught him and Mark in the act.

Her legs shifted restlessly, her sex swelling and dampening as images of the perfect man flitted through her mind. A dream lover was what she wanted-one who came to her in the dark of night and fulfilled her wildest fantasies. Her lover would be taller with wide shoulders.

She licked her lips as he began to take form in her mind. He would be dark in coloring, the exact opposite of blond-haired, blue-eyed Mark. His stomach would ripple with muscle and his waist would be firm. Long legs and strong thighs would fill out a pair of faded jeans to perfection. She couldn´t quite make out his male attributes, but she knew they´d be as impressive as the rest of him.

Her feminine muscles fluttered and cream seeped from her core. She tried to think of something else, anything else, but it was impossible. The night was hot and so was she.

Closing her eyes, she gave herself up to the fantasy. It was his hands that pushed the straps of her gown down her shoulders and arms. His hands that cupped her ample breasts and teased the puckered nipples between his fingers. The silver coin slipped from her fingers and dropped to the ground beside her.

She gasped and opened her eyes, half appalled by the way she was wantonly spread across the ground, her hands on her breasts. Sure, she´d pleasured herself on occasion. What woman her age hadn´t? But this felt different. Nervously, she glanced around to assure herself that she was alone. The hair on her body was standing on end and all her nerve endings were tingling. She could almost hear his silent voice, urging her to finish it.

She nearly got up and went back to her cottage, but for some unknown reason, she felt compelled to stay. There was magic in the air tonight and her body had been too long without.

An Excerpt From: PRACTICALLY PERFECT

Copyright © ALLYSON JAMES, 2008

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

It took him a while to walk all the way through the massive bedroom, sitting room and foyer. When he opened the door, he stood to one side in case the young woman or any hidden friend decided to rush him. Old habits kept him alive.

The woman peeked around the corner at Walker. "Sir?"

Fucking damn. Walker´s balls tightened.

She was tall enough that she could tuck her head under his chin if she wanted, so he could inhale the cinnamon scent of her glossy black hair. Long legs were set off to perfection by a slim skirt that ended halfway down her thighs. Her shirt was a little loose, showing the hollow of her throat and a shadow of round, cuppable breasts.

She walked all the way in and turned to close the door, giving him a full view of the sweet ass he´d glimpsed before. He imagined sliding his hand over that nice behind to enjoy its firm feel.

Her eyes were brown. Walker had seen eye color from every part of the galaxy-black, silver, gold, blue, green-but nothing compared to the coffee-dark gaze of this beauty. Her face was neither too round nor too long, eyes, nose, mouth in perfect proportions.

Her mouth was red-lipped and sensual. He could dip his tongue behind the full bottom lip and swipe up her goodness.

His cock was swiftly lifting. It had been a long time since he´d gotten a hard-on just by looking at a woman, but she was something special.

Or maybe it had just been too long between fucks.

"Concierge send you?" he asked. Maybe the little man had sensed that Walker needed good-smelling female company. Level 20,000 really did anticipate every need.

"You ordered a Guide to the station, did you not, sir?"

Walker felt a bite of disappointment. She was a delivery girl, not an amenity. "You can drop the sir. It´s Walker."

"Of course, Mr. Walker." Her sensual gaze skimmed his bathrobe-clad body. "Will you need assistance finding clothes? I can direct you to several tailor shops on this level."

"I have clothes." He could think of several entertaining ways to get dressed with her. Or her running a tape measure all over his body to measure him for a suit.

He stopped his thoughts before his skin started to smoke.

She needed to go before he slung her over his shoulder, hand on her nicely shaped ass, and carried her to bed. If he wasn´t arrested he´d get kicked out of this plush lodging and find himself down with the lowlifes.

"Just leave the guide. I´ll figure it out myself."

She smiled. Damn, she was pretty when she did that. Her smile was lopsided, ruining the perfect symmetry of her face, but that made it all the more beautiful. Her eyes got sparkly too.

He imagined her smiling that crooked smile while she floated in the pool-sized bathtub with him, arching her body back so he could squeeze his cock inside her pretty little pussy.

"You misunderstand, sir," she said. "I am the Guide. Your Personal Guide to Station 358. I can show you everything from the top of the dome to the trash compaction area, if you should so wish. You have but to want something, and I will give it to you."

An Excerpt From: THIRD COURSE

Copyright © ALEXA & PATRICK SILVER, 2008

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

The scent of ginger permeated her senses and Lesley´s exhaustion fell away when she moved into the master suite. Brad must have bought out the candle store! Even more candles stood on the marble bathroom counter and ringed the tub. Soft music-her favorite modern jazz artist-played from their audio system. Brad had thought of everything!

Lesley stripped out of her business suit, carefully folding her clothes before placing them well away from the candles. Hearing a whisper of sound, she cocked her head.

"Brad, is that you?"

His masculine chuckle sounded extra sexy. He faded away and only then she realized he had closed the bathroom door. The warm water and the bubbles from her soaking tub stirred the sharp-sweet ginger scent around her, banishing her worries, pampering her, yet keeping her aware of her sensuality.

She reached for a small bottle that sat on the rim of the tub and put a few drops into the water. A blend of ginger and musk wound around the scent from the candles, merging in a sensual feast that she wanted to be a part of.

Lesley eased her body into the water and rested her head against the padded back of the tub. Her eyes fluttered shut and she gave in to the lure of relaxation, pushing her curiosity away. Whatever her husband had in store for her could wait until she had fully surrendered herself to a bath.

Gooseflesh came up on her neck. Had the door opened? "Brad?"

"Right here, darling." The comfort of his voice at her ear, his strong, almost rough hands massaging the knotted muscles of her neck, almost did her in. He slipped a satiny blindfold over her eyes and secured it. All vision was blocked and Lesley found her body sensitizing, readying itself for any touches he would offer.

"Lean forward, darling."

His voice seemed farther away, but before she could puzzle about that fact, he began the most effective massage of her life. He worked her shoulders like a master, flexing and relaxing muscle groups in a way he hadn´t in years.

"Feels so good..."

"I know."

Was his voice across the room? She frowned, shaking her head. Of course it wasn´t. This was just some silly effect of the bathroom acoustics. But even though she knew that, something niggled at her.

"Brad, where are you?"

A slight rustle, his hands tightening on her shoulders before he ran one long, graceful finger down her spine, stroking outward in long caresses. "Right here, Les."

"Oh..." There was something else bothering her, but the massage was so good, so distracting. Her pleasure centers were on overload and rational thought wasn´t possible. Not when those hands were delivering such masterful strokes, such confident caresses. She was putty in his hands.