My Mother's Man Eye of the Beholder Night Heat Night of Sin Love Out Loud Dream Lover Trina's_Afternoon_Delight Skin Deep Primal_Lusts Road_To_Rapture Teacher's Pet Night's of Desire My Mother's Man Copyright 1994 By Marilyn Lee, All rights reserved Mom, Dad, and I did everything together from doing the dishes to spending all our free time together. I grew up thinking we were the perfect family—until Dad shocked both Mom and me by divorcing her. I kept hoping and expecting they would reconcile allowing us to be the perfect family again. So, needless to say, I was upset when first Dad and then Mom started dating again. “How do I look?” Mom asked as I stood in the doorway of her room, watching her put the finishing touches on her makeup. Mom was a beautiful woman with smooth, dark skin and warm brown eyes. She’d kept in shape and always looked great. But she’d been positively sparkling since she’d been dating the new man in her life, Paul Warner. “Well, darling? What do you think?” I shrugged. “Dot you think you’re moving too fast?” She arched a brow. “How am I moving too fast?” “You’ve only known this guy for a few months and—” “Your father and I have been divorced for 18 months, Lacey.” “I know, but—” “It’s time for us both to move on. Do you resent my dating Paul because he’s younger than I am or because he’s not your father? Or because he’s white?” “No!” I know I spoke too quickly, but Mom had a way of nailing my feelings that made me defensive.  My best friend, Morris, swore I was too old-fashioned. Maybe he was right but I couldn’t help how I felt. The idea of Mom dating a white guy would take some getting used to. “Of course I don’t resent your going out with him,” I lied. Mom gave me a knowing smile. “I’m glad to hear that, Lacey.” As Mom crossed the room to me, I thought how much closer she looked to 33 than she did to 43. No wonder this Paul wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. Mom hugged me. “I know watching me date other men isn’t easy for you, Lacey, but you’re old enough to understand and accept that I have needs just like your father.” I hated it when she used her let’s-be-reasonable voice on me as if I were still a child. I shrugged. No one liked to think of their parents having “needs.” “I understand that, Mom.”  “Good.” She smiled. “That will make being away from you for two weeks easier.” I resisted the urge to ask why her boss couldn’t handle a business meeting without her. She worked as an executive assistant to an engineer who seemed to depend on her more and more all the time. He wanted her to travel with him all the time. “When we return from this trip, Paul will be leaving on one of his own.” Great. Then maybe he wouldn’t expect her to spend all of her free time with him. “Do you have any plans tonight?” I shook my head. “Good. Then tonight is the perfect time for you and Paul to meet.” “Tonight?” I shook my head. “I don’t think—” “Tonight, Lacey. Once you meet him you’ll see how nice he is and why I enjoy being with him.” She smiled. “It’s a man and woman thing.” “I’m an adult, Mom,” I said, aware that I wasn’t really acting my age. “You’re 19, a very pretty 19.” Mom caressed my cheek. “Will you do something for me?” “Sure. Name it.” “Give Paul a fair shake tonight. Of course once you see him, you’ll be smitten. He’s very attractive.” “I give everyone a fair shake,” I said. “Of course you do. Now I want you to dress to impress and to show off that fabulous figure of yours.” The day I dressed to impress my mother’s boyfriend was the day I knew the best part of my life was over. Besides, Mom was five inches taller. I was just 5’ 4” with larger breasts, a bigger ass, and darker skin. Mom was curvy but slender with clear skin the color of heavily creamed coffee. “We’re nothing alike,” I reminded her. “And any man who’s attracted to you is going to find me a little on the short side and probably think my skin is several shades too dark.” “Are you kidding? I think the phrase brown sugar was coined with you in mind,” she told me. I couldn’t help but smile. Mom had always been my biggest cheerleader. She grinned. “So dress to impress. Okay?” “I’ll think about it.”  She hugged me and walked back to study her reflection in her vanity mirror. I left her bedroom. Poor Mom. She and dad had been high school sweethearts who had married a month after their high school graduation. She’d probably forgotten what constituted an attractive male. This Paul of hers was probably borderline butt ugly. * * * * * It was a hot and sticky June night so I slipped on a pair of baggy sweats, flip flops, and pulled my dark shoulder length hair up into a pony tail. I knew Mom wouldn’t be pleased when she saw me but why in the world would she expect me to want to impress her boyfriend? That night when Mom introduced me to Paul Warner I felt as if I’d been blindsided. He was nothing like I’d expected. He was tall, muscular, and tanned with dark hair and very dark gray eyes. Although not exactly handsome, he was definitely interesting. His gaze was intense and his smile that rare, genuine kind that could make a woman feel as if she were the most beautiful, enchanting person he’d ever met. When he smiled at me, my heart raced and I felt warm all over.  And when his hand closed around mine, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot from my hand up my arm. My face burned and it was all I could do not to jerk my hand from his. I lowered my eyelids to conceal my expression from him. But I could feel his gaze on me. I wasn’t much of a talker at the best of times, but that night, sitting opposite Paul Warner, I felt like a schoolgirl crushing for the first time. Conversation was just about impossible as I struggled with the unwanted feelings of attraction I felt each time I allowed my gaze to linger on Paul’s face.  Worse, each time I glanced at him, I found his dark gray gaze on me. Why was he staring? Was he comparing me unfavorably to Mom and wondering how she and I could be so unalike? I tore my gaze away and cast a guilty look in Mom’s direction. She smiled at me and went on talking. Paul didn’t seem any more inclined to talk than I was. Our silence left Mom to do most of the talking that night. “Paul is a realtor, Lacey,” Mom told me. “He was the instructor of the real estate course I took last year at Community College. That’s where we met. When the course ended, he asked me out and I agreed.” I watched Mom give Paul a long, lingering look before she continued. “That was the best decision I’ve made in years.” Paul turned a warm, slow smile on Mom. I clenched a hand into a fist under the table, struggling to overcome the jealousy coursing through me. “You’ll have to forgive Lacey, Paul. She’s very shy, but also very sweet.” “And very pretty too.” Very pretty? He thought I was pretty? Surprised, I turned to find him looking at me. He gaze lingered on me for so long, I felt my cheeks burn. I tore my gaze from his and turned a guilty look at Mom. She was smiling at Paul. “I knew you’d think so.” He arched a brow, his smile widening. “Lacey has expressed an interest in real estate. Perhaps you can find some time to talk to her about careers in real estate while I’m gone,” Mom suggested. “I’d be delighted to.” “Wonderful.” Mom smiled at me. I kept my gaze on her and remained silent. I just wanted the meal to be over so Paul could leave. Once he was gone, so would the tension knotting my stomach muscles. After dinner, Mom made a bad situation worse by insisting that Paul and I sit in the living room while she made coffee and cut one of her delicious chocolate cakes. I didn’t think being alone with him would be a good idea. “I’ll come and help you, Mom,” I said quickly. Mom shook her head and waved me back to the sofa. “Don’t be silly, Lacey. You and Paul can use the time to get to know each other a little.” She turned and left us alone. I was very aware of Paul sitting beside me on the sofa. “Mom does too much. I really should go help her,” I said and started to rise. He reached up, caught my hand, and pulled me back down onto the sofa beside him. “I agree with your mom that our spending this time getting to know each other is a good idea, Lacey.” After surrendering my virginity in a painful and disappointing night two years earlier, I’d decided to wait for further intimacy until I met a man who made it impossible for me to say no to. I hadn’t really dated much since that night. So I didn’t have much experience with men. Still, it was fairly clear that the attraction wasn’t all on my side. That knowledge confused me. The level of attraction I felt for Paul frightened me. I turned to find him staring at me, while he still held my hand. “You’re with my mom,” I reminded him in a small, shamed voice. “Your mother is an attractive woman, and I like being with her,” Paul said, resisting my efforts to free my hand. “But? What’s the hesitation I hear in your voice? She likes you a lot. I haven’t seen her this animated in ages.” I jerked at my hand and he finally released it. I slid across the sofa, putting several inches between us. “I won’t have any part in dimming that spark in her eye,” I said firmly. He smiled. “Your mother’s right. You’re very sweet.” He sighed. “Please don’t think I want to hurt her. It’s just that I find you very attractive, Lacey.” He made my name sound so sexy I almost liked it. I stood up. “I’ll go help Mom.” Paul got slowly to his feet and caught my hand. “Why don’t you help me instead?” he asked softly. My heart raced and my entire body felt flushed. “Help you do what?” “I’m sure if we put our heads together, we can come up with something exciting.” There was no mistaking the suggestive look in his eyes. I pulled at my hand. “Please, don’t—” “Paul. My name is Paul. “I know that.” “Then say my name, Lacey.” “Paul, don’t…please.” He released my hand and stepped away from me. I turned and hurried from the room.     Eye of The Beholder As he had known, she was in the living room.  She wore a pretty, soft pink dress with a full skirt that swirled around her calves as she swayed in time to the classical music filling the air. The heels she wore highlighted her legs, which were very nice. Her eyes were closed so she wasn't aware of him.  He stood in the doorway, unable to look away from her.  Her movements were as graceful and sweeping as a dancer's. His gaze shifted to her hands. He imaged them caressing his cheeks as she leaned in to touch her mouth to his.  She opened her eyes suddenly, saw him, gasped, and came to an abrupt stop. “Mr. Jordan!  I ... I didn't hear you. How ... how long have you been standing there?”   He found her breathless voice rather attractive. How would it sound whispering something soft and sweet to him? “Only for a few moments.” “Why didn’t you say something?” “I didn’t want to startle you.” Noting how lovely she looked, he suddenly wished he had shaved and worn a pair of dress pants. “And yet you did.” “Sorry.” He strolled into the room.  “My mother sent me to entertain you while she and Carolyn finish dinner.” “Oh.” “Can I get you anything?” She shook her head.  “Ah, no.  I had some of your mother's excellent lemonade ten minutes ago.” For a moment, they stood in silence, staring at each other.  “I didn't expect to see you here. I understood from your mother that it would be just the two of us for dinner.” “And, I thought it would be just Mom, Carolyn and me.” She looked dismayed. “Oh. Then you wouldn't have come if you knew I'd be here.” He shook his head. “I didn't say that.” “You didn't need to. I know how you feel.” She glanced over her shoulder toward the kitchen.  “I wish your mother had told me you'd be here.” She sounded and looked irritated.  “I get the feeling you wouldn't have come if you'd known Carolyn and I would be here.” Her response was quick and ego deflating.  “You’re right. I wouldn't have come.” He frowned. “Why not?” She stared at him, her dark eyes narrowed.  “I think you know the answer to that question.” “No, I don’t.” “I’m sure you can figure it out with a little effort. In the meantime, I'm going home.” “No!” The word was forced out of his mouth before he could stop it. She stared at him. “What?” “You're here now and Mom is sure to have cooked enough food for at least ten people.” “Maybe so, but this isn't what I expected when I agreed to come to dinner.” She scooped her handbag up from the sofa.  “Would you explain to your mother that I had to go?” “No, I won't.” She shrugged. “Fine.  I'll explain myself the next time I see her.” She left the living room. He could hear her heels clinking on the tiles in the hallway. Moments later, he heard her struggling to open the deadbolt lock on the front door. He left the living room and rushed down the hall to the front door. She turned to face him. “Would you help me with the door? I can’t seem to figure out how to unlock it.” “I think you’ve misunderstood. I—” “Are you going to unlock the door for me?” He shook his head. “Not until you hear me out.” She turned back to the door, stared at both locks in silence for several moments, and finally managed to get the door open. She quickly went through, closing it behind herself. He pulled the door open. In her haste to get away from him, she was practically running down the sidewalk. “Diana! Wait!” He followed her out of the house. Uncaring of the neighbors sitting on front porches watching, he reached out, caught her hand in his, and bought her to a reluctant stop.  He turned her to face him.  The sight of tears in her eyes stunned him.  “Hey!  Don't cry.” Coming soon Red Rose Publishing Return to Top o Page   Night Heat Published by Red Rose Publishing Copyright 2007 by Marilyn Lee   “Hot night, huh Jace?” I nodded at the woman behind the security desk. “You know it.” “Bad news. The air is out on the upper floors.” “What?” I stared at her. “Tell me you’re kidding.” She shook her head, a wide smile spreading across her face. “Nope.” “Damn. That's all I need.” I moved towards the elevator bank. “Keep cool now, sweet cheeks.” I clenched my jaw, but didn’t bother to acknowledge her parting shot. What the hell was her problem? Did she resent my sexual orientation because it meant I wasn’t interested in her? Too damn bad. Since my mother’s death, four years earlier, I hadn’t really felt close to any woman. That is until I meant a fellow classmate, April Tyler. With her smooth dark skin, big breasts and ass, she was the only female who had even remotely come close to arousing a mild sexual interest in me. Within weeks of our meeting at school, we’d become close enough to engage in sex play. Our experiment never went past our undressing and fondling each other. After I admitted I couldn’t really get it up for her, she kissed me and told me it was a sin to waste my looks and big cock on another man. She then told me anytime I wanted to give pussy another try, I could start with hers. Still thinking about April, I smiled and pushed the Up button. If I didn’t get lucky that night maybe I’d call April and accept her offer to sample her pussy. I stepped inside when the elevator doors swished open. The interior felt like a blast furnace. I was sweating when I got off at the fifteenth floor. I picked up my cleaning supplies from the janitorial closet and stood in the quiet corridor trying to convince myself that I could not afford to turn around and get the hell out of there. But damn if I felt like cleaning in that heat. You need the money so suck it up, sweet cheeks. I made a quick circuit of the entire floor which housed a law office. Finding no one in any of the offices, I decided to make myself as comfortable as possible. I stripped naked, put my underwear, shorts, and shirt on a chair in the first office, and began cleaning. Of course as I cleaned, having my dick swinging free was a constant reminder that I needed some cock. Determined not to be sidetracked by lust, I resisted the urge to step into one of bathrooms for a quick jerk off. Three and a half hours later, I walked into the last office, still naked. But I was only half an hour away from hitting the clubs. I turned on the lights, emptied the trash can and hooked up the vacuum cleaner. Then I moved towards the private adjourning bathroom. As I neared the half open door, the toilet flushed. I froze. Shit! Someone was in there and there I was buck-naked and semi-erect. Keeping my gaze on the door, I quickly, silently backed away. I was halfway across the office and ready to turn and sprint for the office door when a man emerged from the bathroom. I felt my stomach muscles churning as I stared at him.  He was about 6’4. His handsome, smooth skin reminded me of milk chocolate. He had wide shoulders, narrow hips, long legs, and was as naked and aroused as I was. I moistened my lips as my gaze slid down over his rippled abs to lock on his groin. Or more correctly, the cock he held in his hand. It was one of the biggest, thickest dicks I’d ever had the pleasure to see up close and personal. The head of his tool was big, dark pink, angry looking, and dripping pre-come. The rest of what I could see of his shaft bulged with veins. One look at his lethal weapon and my own shaft jumped to complete rigid attention.  I knew I would do whatever was necessary to end up with his big shaft buried to the balls in my ass. Then I’d happily suck him until he gushed over my lips or my ass. I’d eagerly let him put his dick wherever the hell he wanted to. Red Rose™ Publishing: Erotic Romance - Contemporary - Night Heat  Return to top of page     Night of Sin Copyright 2007 by Marilyn Lee, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc. All rights reserved   Chandra stood in the entrance to the only room of Foreplay open to non-members. The leering bouncer told her the closed doors on the left and right led to members’ only rooms. She felt overdressed in a tailor-made mauve silk pants suit. The sleeveless silk blouse hugged her breasts. The pants’ hidden panels helped slenderize her stomach while making the most of what she’d been told was a bootilicious ass. The jacket ended just below her hips, concealing her gun. She moistened her lips. There was definitely more than foreplay going on. She cast her gaze around the room with the medium blue walls, lit by strobe lights that seemed to flash in time with a song that urged some woman to shake her booty. There must be at least one hundred people present, forty percent of them women. A number of the males had their erect cocks exposed. Most of the females were at least partially undressed. She hadn’t seen so many bare breasts, naked asses, exposed pussies and cocks since she’d worked vice several years earlier. The lighting was dim but she noted many people having sex, some of it same gender in nature. The center of the room contained a dais on which an armless leather chair sat. A slender blond male sat on the lap of a naked, blue-eyed man with long, dark hair. The blond’s eyes were closed, his fingers wrapped around his short, fat shaft. He bounced up and down on the other male’s cock. The music was now low and muted. The air was fragrant with the smell of sex and the sounds of moans of lust. There were at least two other couples having sex but Chandra stared at the couple on the dais, who were clearly enjoying their fuck. They seemed to move and groan as one. The dark-haired male held the blond’s hips as he licked the side of the blond’s neck. To her dismay, Chandra found that not only couldn’t she look away but also that watching the two fuck aroused her. As if aware of her gaze, the blond suddenly opened his dark brown eyes, staring directly at her. Smiling, he released himself, placed both hands on his slender thighs and lifted his hips. He did it slowly so that Chandra got a leisurely view of the thick cock on which he reamed himself. Her nipples hardened. She felt a tingling sensation in her pussy. She dragged her gaze away from the couple on stage seconds before a male voice intruded on her thoughts. “Do you like to watch two males fucking?” Chandra’s cheeks  burned. She turned to face the owner of the deep, sexy voice that sent a shiver down her spine. She stared at him. Her heart raced and her pussy flooded. He was a handsome, six-foot-plus hunk with short dark hair and intense blue eyes. Their gazes locked briefly. She felt a shock of desire. His all black outfit emphasized his tall, muscular frame. He had wide shoulders, long legs, large feet encased in expensive leather shoes and… She bit her lip. The clear outline of a long, thick cock was visible along the inside of one thigh under the tight leather pants he wore. God, he must be all of— She dragged her gaze away from his groin to his face. He gave her a long, intense stare, allowing his eyes to caress her breasts for timeless moments before he spoke again. “Can I buy you a drink?” He was the most attractive man she’d ever seen in person. She found herself staring again. His open shirt revealed an intriguing expanse of hair on an impressively sized chest. She knew it wasn’t in vogue but found chest and public hair on a male sexually stimulating. It would be exciting to push the shirt off his shoulders and run her fingers through it. Standing nearly five nine barefoot, Chandra preferred big muscular men. The male smiling at her had miles of muscles. He was also one of the few males present with his cock still inside his pants. Nevertheless, everything about him screamed hot, mindless sex. She felt the urge to rip off her clothes and beg him to fuck her all night long. A faint smile spread across his handsome face. “What would you like to drink?” Chandra averted her gaze, feeling almost as if he were aware of her lustful thoughts. Given the way she’d ogled him, he wouldn’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out her how aroused she was. Get a grip, Chandra. You’re here to grill the Stoner boys, not to get laid by some drop-dead gorgeous, big-cocked hunk. God, it should be illegal for any one man to be so damned sexy. “What can I get you to drink?” “Nothing.” “Why not?” “I’m driving. I don’t drink and drive but thanks for the offer.” “Maybe another time?” If there were any justice she and Mr. Tall, Dark and Well-hung would meet again when she could afford to devote time to selfish pleasure. “Maybe.” She reluctantly turned away. He caught her hand. A shock of desire sizzled through her. She bit her lip. He turned her back to face him. “I admire a woman who doesn’t drink and drive.” “You do?” “I do.” He smiled, revealing, straight, dazzling white teeth. Did he have any physical imperfections? “Dance with me,” he invited. She cast a quick glance at the bulge along the inside of his thigh. Accepting his invitation would bring them into close and intimate contact. If she felt his cock pressed against her body… She shook her head. Centering her gaze on his cheek, she pulled her hand away. “No thanks.” “Why not?” She suspected he knew the reason for her refusal. “I can’t. I’m looking for someone.” “I’m someone.” “Someone I know.” “You can get to know me.” Chandra had never wanted to know any man more. She shook her head. “It’s Friday night and we’re in a club which caters to people interested in sensual pleasures.” “That’s not why I’m here.” “Isn’t it?” “I didn’t come here to be picked up.” “Yet that’s what’s going to happen.” She stared at him, her heart racing. “No. It’s not.” “No?” He shrugged. “You can make time for one quick dance.” Keeping her gaze above his waist proved difficult. “That wouldn’t be a good idea.” “Why not?” Her panties were wet, her nipples hard and all she could think about was the outline of his cock. “I can see the outline of your…” “You can see the outline of my what?” “I think you know our dancing would not be a good idea.” “And I think you know I’m not going to take no for an answer.” “Excuse me?” “You and I are going to dance at least once tonight.” “We are?” “We are. The DJ is about to play our song.” “Our… We don’t have a song.” “Don’t we?” “No. We’ve just met.” Yet he didn’t feel like a complete stranger. “How can we possibly have a song?” “Haven’t you ever met a man and immediately known you’d waited a lifetime to meet him?” “No.” “You don’t know what you’re missing. That’s how I felt the moment I saw you.” “What are you implying?” “I’m not implying anything. I’m saying I’ve waited a very long time to meet you.” “You couldn’t have.” “I assure you I have.” The softly voiced words left her longing to fling her arms around his neck and admit she’d spent a lifetime waiting just for him. But she’d done no such thing. Yet… She cast a quick glance around the room. She saw no signs of a DJ. “What song is about to play?” “Dance with me and find out.” The warm, sensual look in his eyes, the insistent timbre of his deep baritone overwhelmed her senses. His gaze caressed her. He whispered something soft and inaudible that tickled and stroked her emotions in a way no other man ever had. Some primal feminine instinct responded to his sheer masculinity and confidant assertion. Surrendering to her mounting desire felt natural and right. His slow, warm smile enveloped her and swept her up into an intimate world of sensual need where her paramount desire to be woman to his man overshadowed all other considerations. She would dance with him and more. He took her hand in his, placing it against his chest. She sucked in a breath, staring up at him. What was he doing to her? He slipped an arm around her waist. Taking her other hand in his, he drew her into an intimate embrace. She trembled, feeling his cock against her body. He slid his palm down from her waist to her ass, drawing her closer to his cock. Her stomach muscles clenched. He brushed his cool lips against her forehead. “That’s our song.” Inhaling deeply, she savored the distinct, spicy aroma of his cologne. She closed her eyes and slowly swayed with him as the opening strands of one of her favorite songs, “Unchained Melody”, began. Oh my love…I’ve hungered for your… Chandra pressed closer, sliding her arms under his leather jacket and around his body. She stroked her hands down his back, lost in him. She felt the impact of the words of the bittersweet love song as if he whispered them directly into her mind…searing them into her thoughts in a deep, romantic baritone. She was his love, his darling. He’d hungered for her touch. His raw emotions stroked and fed her deepest sexual hungers and an untapped emotional well of need. She wanted to be the woman whose love he needed enough to beg for it. Confused, she struggled to regain her grip on reality. She lifted her head. His lips weren’t moving. He wasn’t singing. Yet she felt the words he sang with such emotion. She gave herself a mental shaking and jerked out of his arms. Her heart raced. Her cheeks burned with heat. He sighed. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing… I… Nothing… I’m…” She stared at him, struggling to resist the urge to fling herself back into his arms. “What are you doing to me?” “Nothing you haven’t already done to me.” My love. My darling. His lips hadn’t moved and she hadn’t actually heard the words. She’d felt them. Felt them? She had to get away from him so she could clear her head. She turned and walked toward the back of the room, where she’d noted a vacant booth. She’d sit there and get her bearings before she… She stopped. The hunk who had been behind her, now sat in the no longer empty booth. How had he managed to get past her so rapidly? Had she drunk anything, she would have suspected she’d been drugged. He lifted a hand, beckoning to her. Unable to resist the most powerful sexual attraction she’d ever experienced, she stumbled forward. Heart racing, she slipped into on the seat beside him. Published by Elloras’s Cave Return to Top o Page LOVE OUT LOUD Copyright © MARILYN LEE, 2008 All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc. “So you don’t have a sheenea?” “No. I don’t.” Good. “They’re both sweet, romantic concepts, Randall.” He shrugged. “My family believes in a long line of love concept. We don’t always fall in love quickly or easily but when we do fall in love, we don’t stray.” “What more could a woman ask from a man?” “Some prefer money to love,” he said coolly. “You have that as well.” “I wasn’t always wealthy.” She reacted to the bitterness in his voice. “That mattered to someone you cared about?” His jaw clenched. “We were discussing Bancroft.” So his personal life was off limits. “Yes. You were going to tell me how he lost his spiritual center.” “It started when Rissa, Brandon ’s sheenea, was murdered. We all hurt with Brandon and tried to help him work through his grief. After two years, Layton decided we needed to do something more to help him dissipate some of his grief.” “Couldn’t he see a therapist?” “It’s not always easy to find a therapist who understands and respects our beliefs. Besides, Tempest might have mentioned that Declan has a healing touch.” “A healing touch? You mean he can heal people like a doctor?” “He can’t heal physical ailments but often he can help with emotional ones. Layton and Bancroft decided Brandon ’s emotional pain was too much for Declan to handle alone. Between the three of them, they helped Brandon rid himself of enough of his grief to help him regain his spiritual center. In the process, the three of them absorbed most of the dark, negative energy, which had been consuming him. “As a healer, Declan was used to absorbing others’ dark pain. Tempest’s love and support provided an outlet for Layton ’s because she is Layton ’s sheenea. That left Bancroft. He has neither a sheenea nor a woman with whom he had a close enough emotional tie who can help him as Tempest did Layton . He’s been left to struggle alone.” He raised his lids and looked at her. “Could you…” She sighed at the pain she saw in his gaze. “I feel bad for Bancroft, Randall, but Tempest was able to help Layton and bear with the darkness in him because of her vested emotional interest in him. She loves him. I don’t have any such vested interest in Bancroft. I never have.” He raked a hand through his hair. “Forgive me. I had no right to ask. It’s just that he’s in such pain and there’s nothing we can do to help him.” “Declan can’t help?” “Croft has abilities of his own and each time Declan has tried, Croft rebuffs him. He erects mental barriers Declan can’t penetrate.” She unfolded her legs and scooted across the sofa cushion to stroke a finger down his clenched right hand. “I’m not his sheenea, Randall. I can’t help him. The darkness in him is a little…frightening.” “You’d be perfectly safe with him.” “Then why did you feel the need to rescue me?” He pulled his hand away from her. “You weren’t in any danger from him. I didn’t rescue you.” “Okay, why did you…intervene when we were dancing?” “Although you weren’t in any danger, I could see you weren’t comfortable dancing with him. You were a guest in my home so I needed to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.” “Why did you follow us into the hall?” “I suspected you didn’t want to be alone with him.” “Thanks for explaining why he’s so different now.” “He won’t always be so dark, Benai. When he’s not—” “I’ll be very happy for him but I think I’ve made it clear that he’s not the brother I’m interested in, Randall.” She placed her hand over his. He shook his head and withdrew it. “This was a mistake.” She felt as if he’d slashed ice water on her. “No, it wasn’t.” “I shouldn’t be here with you like this.” “Like what? We’re talking, Randall, not making out.” “The conversation is going in directions it shouldn’t.” “Why not if we both want it?” She placed a hand on his arm. “Or are you implying I’m flattering myself to think you share my interest?” “I’m not implying anything.” He glanced at his watch. “Damn. It’s after eleven.” “Do you turn into a pumpkin at twelve?” “Not tonight.” “Good. You haven’t answered my question.” He rose. “I can’t afford to get personal or intimate with you.” “Why not?” “I have to go.” She stared up at him. “Randall—” “I’d better go now, Benai before…” She placed a hand on his thigh. “Before what?” He stepped away from her touch. “Please don’t make this any harder for me.” “It’s not as if there was ever anything between Bancroft and me, Randall—” “He thinks there is so I can’t do this.” “Okay. I’ll see you out.” She rose. She reached for the bowtie hanging from his breast pocket. When he reached for it, she shook her head. “I think I’ll keep it as a souvenir.” He shrugged. “Fine. Keep it if you like.” “I’d rather keep you here.” “That’s not going to happen.” He turned and walked away. She lightly tied the bowtie around her neck before she followed him to the apartment door. He sighed and turned to stare down at her. “Good night.” She moistened her lips and placed a hand on his arm. “What about our date to see your pictures?” “Give me your email address and I’ll send them to you.” She placed her other hand on his chest and leaned close to him, staring up at him with her lips parted. “That wasn’t the deal, Randall.” He stared at her mouth for several moments. He touched the bowtie around her neck before he sucked in a breath. “That’s the way it has to be.” She slipped her hands across his chest. “So I shouldn’t expect anymore cozy dinners alone with you?” “You have no idea how hard this is for me.” He closed his hands around her wrists and held her hands away from his body. “Please don’t touch me like that.” “It’s not nearly as intimately as I’d like to touch you, Randall.” Still holding her wrists, he leaned close, his lips parting and his head bending. She closed her eyes and waited to feel his lips against hers. Now available from Elloras Cave Return to Top o Page Dream Lover © 2006 by Marilyn Lee All Rights Reserved, Loose-id, LLC   Jade Johnstone could not look away. Her breathing was labored and her coral-colored wire-framed glasses were fogged. But she could not look away from the big, unmade brass bed. The man lying there was completely perfect -- every tall, muscular, buck-naked inch of him. She’d never seen anyone more beautiful. Not that she’d seen many naked men with which to compare him -- at least not in the breath-stealing, glorious flesh. Those Playgirl centerfolds she and Melissa used to spend hours gaping at as teenagers didn’t count. Her few sexual encounters, including the ones where she’d lost her vaginal and anal virginities, had not prepared her for the absolute wonder of a naked adult male seen with the light on. None of her three lovers had ever caused this almost painful tingling sensation along every nerve ending in her body. Just the sight of those bare broad shoulders tapering into a narrow waist and firm, unmistakably male buttocks left her gasping. And those long, muscular, hairy legs! Thank God they were closed and he had his back to her. Of course that didn’t stop her from imagining what must lie between them! A delicious spinning sensation surged into her head. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the doorframe. Get a grip, girl. Get a grip. It’s just a naked man. No reason to lose it, even if you are probably the last and only twenty-five-year-old, horny, sex-deprived woman working hard at a second virginity. He grunted. Oh no! He was awake. Her eyes flew open. She spun around and ran down the hall toward the stairs. The bucket, filled with cleaning utensils, hampered her flight. She feared he’d come charging out of the bedroom after her, berating her for having stared at him while he slept. If she were discovered, she would surely lose him as a paying customer. Several feet from the top of the stairs, she glanced over her shoulder. As she turned back, she realized it was too late to avoid tripping over the wastebasket she’d taken from the bedroom at the head of the stairs when she’d first come upstairs. “Oh, sugar!” she muttered as she fell hard. And then, “What in the Sam Hill!” as the top of the mop slammed into her left shoulder. Breathing hard, she scrambled to her feet. Leaving her cleaning supplies where they’d fallen, she charged down the wide staircase. She jumped past the last three steps and landed on her feet in the middle of the white tiled front hall. If she could only reach the front door before he rushed out of his bedroom! With her hand on the entry door, she stopped and looked over her shoulder. There was no sign of him. The only sound audible in the entire house was her harsh breathing. She leaned against the door and took several deep, relieved breaths. He was still asleep. She must be living right. Obviously, Reed Daniels was one of those lucky people who could sleep through an earthquake. If she calmed down, he’d never know how the owner of his cleaning service had stood in his bedroom door staring at his big, beautiful nude body while he slept. Since he is asleep, there’s no way he can know, she reminded herself. So don’t go to pieces. Pushing herself away from the door, she ran lightly up the staircase. On the second floor landing, she quickly gathered her scattered supplies. She descended the stairs again and left the house, closing the door quietly behind her. On the front steps, she slowly inhaled the unusually warm early January air. She’d had a lucky escape. She glanced guiltily around, half expecting to find Reed Daniels’ neighbors peeking out their windows. But this was a quiet, upper class neighborhood. At eight-thirty on a Monday morning, residents were either at school or work, which, she reminded herself, is where she should be. She should be inside the house behind her -- cleaning, not gawking. She went back inside, this time deliberately slamming the front door and clanging her metal bucket onto the tile floor. She glanced up the stairs towards the second floor. Silence greeted her noisy reentry. She frowned. She’d clean the downstairs first. By the time she returned to the second floor, he’d better be up or at least have had the decency to close his bedroom door. She wasn’t going to be responsible if she saw that big, magnificent, naked body of his again. If she did, she doubted she’d be able to resist the urge to touch him…just a little…maybe stroke a hand down his strong back. Caress his tight tush. Sneak a hand between his legs to caress his cock… Stop it, girl! What was he doing home anyway? In the four months she’d been cleaning his house, she’d never arrived to find him home, although she had often longed to see him again. Their first and only meeting had taken place five months earlier at his office where they’d signed the cleaning contract. He’d given her a set of keys to his house and his alarm code. She’d spent less than thirty minutes in his office. The moment she saw him, she’d known she would be cleaning his house herself, which would increase her chances of seeing him again. With his thick dark hair, long curling lashes, dimpled chin, smoky gray eyes, handsome face, and warm, intimate smile, he was the stuff of which feminine wet dreams were made. Would he find her attractive? She stood in front of a beautiful gilded mirror hanging above the Queen Anne table in the front hall. True, she’d once been told her dark mocha complexion was flawless, her dark eyes sparked like liquid fire, her smile dazzled, and her sexy, please-fuck-me walk were more than enough to make a man follow her anywhere. The man who’d said those things, Jack, had been intent on getting her in bed. He’d succeeded and had taken her anal virginity later that night. After three months, during which she’d quickly grown to enjoy and look forward to anal sex, he’d wanted intercourse. When she’d refused, he stopped calling her. She sighed. After three painful, dissatisfying relationships, she had decided that just maybe her father was right. Maybe there was a virtue in waiting for the commitment of marriage before going all the way again. So why was she wasting her time wondering if Reed Daniels was attracted to cleaning women? Even if he were, would he be attracted to a black cleaning woman? She shook her head. Get with the program, do your job, and leave. An hour later, she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and briskly headed up the stairs. Ignoring the dryness in her throat, she cleaned the hall and two bedrooms. Finally, it was time to go back into the master bedroom. She stalked over to the door and rapped her knuckles long and hard against the open door panel. Silence. She peeked into the room. He was still asleep, lying on his stomach now. His long, muscular thighs were slightly parted, offering her a tantalizing peek of the thick, rounded head of his cock. She gasped and sank her teeth into her bottom lip. He was aroused! She stood there for what felt like hours. Looking away was out of the question. Her body burned, her pussy ached. She felt weak with longing and mounting desire as if she was in the midst of another one of her hot wet dreams of him. Only this time, she wasn’t sleeping or even daydreaming. He was really lying in front of her, gloriously naked, and even more gloriously aroused. Abruptly, he rolled onto his back. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth. Rising up from the dark brown pubic hair, was the biggest, thickest manhood she’d ever seen. Manhood? Oh, no. That bad beauty was a cock. A big, glorious, fully erect cock she longed to feel sliding between her legs and invading her pussy. Her knees buckled and a rush of moisture dampened her cotton panties at her lustful thoughts. Inflamed with a desire to caress his cock, she stumbled across the floor to the bed and stood staring down at him. Only then did she notice his shallow breathing and the beads of sweat on his forehead. Ignoring the yearning tightening her stomach muscles, she reached out a tentative hand to touch his cheek and forehead. His skin felt hot and clammy. He needed a doctor. She glanced at the night table on the other side of the big bed where she knew he kept his day organizer. Maybe his doctor’s number was in there. Instead of his organizer, she saw a sleek black case she suspected held a PDA and a pair of briefs. Blushing, she’d started to turn away when she felt a strong, viselike grip catch her hand. Surprised, she turned back to find Reed Daniels sitting up. Although his smoky gray eyes were open, his gaze was unfocused. Before she could decide what to do, he reached out, caught her other arm, and pulled her onto the bed. Now Available from Loose-id   Return to Top o Page   Trina's Afternoon Delight © 2006 by Marilyn Lee All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc. By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site. Later, clad only in a skimpy red silk bra and thong, black stockings and three-inch heels, Trina again questioned her sanity. She cast a look around the room. In its center was a huge four-poster bed with fur-lined handcuffs dangling from the head and foot. Several feet from the bed stood a freestanding sex swing that looked sturdy enough to bear her weight. Along one wall was a bondage rack equipped with various items guaranteed to tease, please and delight. She went damp thinking of the pleasures she had been promised, most of which she hoped to watch in the mirrors strategically placed around the room and on the ceiling above the bed. When she turned her attention back to the mirror in front of her, a full-figured, brown-skinned woman with large, full breasts, big legs, a softly swelling belly and a well-rounded rump stared back at her. A number of men had called her pretty, but at thirty-nine, she had yet to meet a man who appreciated a sexually confident, full-figured woman who wanted something more than vanilla sex. Weary of waiting and hoping to meet a partner who could accept her sexual preferences, she had decided to take matters into her own hands and pay for the privilege. When the week was over, she would go back to being a rather sedate accountant who helped support her elderly parents and had to watch every other penny she spent. She heard footsteps approaching. He was coming. The lights in the room whispered out. Moments later, the door opened. A dim, almost imperceptible light in the hallway revealed a masculine and a feminine silhouette. She couldn’t see the man’s features, but just knowing she was so close to having her fantasies fulfilled sent a fresh rush of moisture into her thong. “It’s time to don your blindfold,” Carla announced. Trina blinked and glanced down at her right hand, which held the forgotten scrap of red silk she could no longer see. So much for watching herself being pleasured in all those lovely mirrors adorning the room. Oh well. When the week was over, she would have to make do with the video for which she’d paid extra. “Don your blindfold.” Moistening her lips, she fastened the mask over her eyes. Carla spoke again. “You both have a week to explore your deepest desires. Enjoy each other to the fullest.” The door closed and Trina knew she was alone with a strange male who would hopefully do all sorts of wicked, lustful things to her. Her heart thumped. She heard something that sounded like a zipper sliding down. Footsteps sounded along the hardwood portion of the floor. They were alone. Oh Lord! Fresh moisture pooled in her thong. Her legs shook. Her fantasy was about to become a reality. She had never been more ready.   Now available from Ellora's Cave Return to Top o Page Skin Deep © 2006 by Marilyn Lee All rights reserved My mother, a beautiful, generous woman, often said beauty was only skin deep. Maybe so, but show me a man who doesn't prefer a beautiful woman to a plain one and I'll show you a blind man. Despite my mother's efforts, I'd never dated a female I didn't find drop dead gorgeous. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against ordinary women. I've just never seen the need to date one—until I met Bree. The moment I saw her, I knew I'd been had, and that I would be getting even. I also knew I had to go through with the date-no matter how much I wanted to pretend I was at the wrong apartment. Before you think I'm some fickle knucklehead unable to see past appearances, I'll save you the trouble and admit that, like most males, I prefer a woman I spend time with to be at least pretty. Her being beautiful would be even better. I prefer liked slender, petite, gorgeous women with green eyes, fair skin and long, flowing red hair. Bree's skin was dark and clear, her eyes were an ordinary brown, and she wore her dark hair short and natural. I guessed she was roughly five eight—hardly petite. There would be no swinging her up into my arms and carrying her off to bed after a night of wining and dining. I could have dealt with Bree's other shortcomings—had she at least been pretty. Granted, she had a nice smile. Actually she had a fantastic smile that shown in her eyes. Even so, it would be a stretch to call her anything other than…almost cute. I don't mean to imply that she was thoroughly unattractive. She wasn't, but she was no wear near my ideal woman. “You must be Jake.” I blinked. Her voice was husky—in a surprisingly sexy way. Her great smile and intriguing voice wouldn’t get her past one base with me. “Jake? I'm Gabrielle Williams.” I swallowed hard, hoping no trace of the dismay I felt showed on my face. I might have managed that, but for the moment, I was literally speechless at the situation I'd allowed Lea to maneuver me into. She offered her hand. “My friends call me Bree.” I smiled and shook her hand briefly. It was soft and warm, yet she had a firm handshake. “Jake Volmer.” She glanced briefly over her shoulder into her apartment. “Would you like to come in for a drink?” “No. ” Realizing I'd spoken too quickly and decisively, I smiled again. “We have reservations. If you're ready, we should go.” She gave me a long, piercing look, sighed and then shook her head. “You don’t need to do this.” “What do you mean?” “I can see I'm not what you expected.” Now that was an understatement if ever I'd heard one. “What?” “What did Lea say to get you here tonight?” Lea was my sister-in-law who was forever complaining that I was too fickle when it came to women. She's a fine one to talk about fickleness, but I'd lost track of the number of times she'd told me that I wouldn't know a good a woman if I fell over her. Why the hell had I allowed her to talk me into a blind date just to prove--what? What the hell was this date going to prove, except that even married to my younger brother, Ed, Lea could still manipulate me? I knew Lea expected me to take one look at Bree and find a way to back out of the date. Then she could gloat and say I-told-you-so for the next year or so when we met at family functions. Well hell would freeze over before I gave Lea that satisfaction. I arched a brow and smiled down at Bree. “I'm not dating anyone, so Lea suggested we might enjoy spending an evening together.” “I can see that my appearance surprises you.” “I have no idea what you're talking about.” She nodded. “I think you do. You don't have to go through with this.” If she didn't want to go out with me, why had she allowed Lea to set up this date? Were she and Lea in this together? Were they both expecting me to back out? Then they were both going to be disappointed. I narrowed my gaze, wondering just how deeply she had plotted with Lea. How far was she prepared to go to make me look bad? “Let’s chalk this up to a mistake, Jake.” In her damned dreams. I shook my head. “Absolutely not. As I said, we have a reservation.” I offered her my arm. “Are you ready?” She hesitated for several moments before she turned that slow, enchanting smile of hers on me. I stared down into her warm brown eyes and swallowed. Damn. That smile of hers was very nice. She slipped her arm through mine. “If you're sure, I'm ready.” Looking down into her dark, alluring gaze, the only thing I was sure of was that I was no longer sure of much of anything. But hell would freeze over before I allowed her and Lea the satisfaction of my walking away. At the end of the evening, I was going to teach her a lesson that ensured she wouldn’t conspire against another man. “Great. So, let's go.” On the drive to the restaurant, the soft, seductive scent of her perfume made it difficult to concentrate on my newly formed game plan. I realized she was speaking and frowned. “I'm sorry. What did you say?” She brushed her fingers against my right hand on the steering wheel. I felt a jolt of heat rushing up the back of my neck. What the hell was she doing touching me? I tightened my grip and clenched my jaw. Now Available from Red Rose Publishing Return to Top o Page Primal Lusts © 2004 by Marilyn Lee All rights reserved Prologue Long ago on the Desert Plains of Denhari--The Planet Aeolia The warm night was lit by the brilliance of a full Denhari silver moon, but the woman fleeing naked across the blue desert did not have time to admire the beauty of the evening. An equally naked, and fully aroused, vampire with glowing eyes and bared incisors pursued her. "Willoni! Come back to me! I command it!" Although she longed to turn and rush into his arms and once again lose herself in his fiery passion, she dared not. The Singer who had won her devotion would return with the dawn and would expect to spend the remaining days and nights of the Immaculate Feast of Bliss and Conception alone with her. The Feast was the one time of the year when the Willoni who served the Goddess Caldara were allowed to indulge their passions, tasting every sort of sexual bliss of which they were capable. Each Willoni, no matter how devoted to her duties at the temple or in the various towns of Denhari, looked forward to the month-long feast. It was a time of great passion, lust, and carnal delights when a Willoni, who had otherwise forsaken physical pleasure, could take on as many lovers as she could satisfy. Before she met the Singer, three years earlier, The Feast had been a sad time. Mindful of the fact that she had incurred the wrath of Caldara, through no fault of her own, she kept to herself during The Feast, only venturing out once a week to take a lover or two who made no lasting impression on her. Her trouble began when the Eternal God of Passion, Heoptin, had fallen for her while she posed for the statue he called The Ebony Venus of Love. His attentions had been unexpected and most unwelcome. As a minor priestess-in-waiting at the temple of Amisha, Goddess of Bliss, she served at the temple of Caldara to repay a favor her Goddess owned Caldara. When Heoptin had fallen for her, Caldara had been furious. The Goddess received Amisha's permission to have her assignment to the temple at Denhari made permanent; then Caldara confined her to the temple grounds, forbidding her to see Heoptin. Longing for the freedom to indulge her passions as freely as her temple duties permitted that Amisha, a much kinder Goddess, allowed her priestesses, she had been miserable. She considered fleeing across the desert to appeal for Amisha's intervention--when she met the Singer. He was such a forceful yet tender lover that she fell for him their first night together. She spent the next eleven months longing for the return of The Immaculate Feast of Bliss and Conception so she could lose herself in him again. She had spent the first week of the current Feast happily with the Singer, drowning in his tender passion that tore at her heart and branded it as his alone. When his duties as Elder Singer had called him away, she had spent the second week with a succession of lovers. More than one night had found her lying on the blue sands with two or more lovers who satisfied her physical needs, but left her emotionally longing for her Singer. That had changed at the beginning of the third week when she, bored with the males who journeyed to the temple in hopes of pleasuring those who served Caldara, had wandered out naked across the sands. As she stood looking up at the full moon, thinking of her Singer, she had felt a sensual fire spring up in her belly and burn. Turning, she had seen him, naked and aroused, crossing the sands toward her. She immediately recognized him as the priest who had fashioned her image for Heoptin's pleasure. While she had stood naked in the desert, night after night, he had shown no interest in her, but now his desire for her was so potent and powerful, it had reached out to her, setting her entire body aflame. Abandoning thoughts of the Singer, she rushed toward the approaching male whose lust drew her to him. When she reached him, she flung herself into his arms. He caught her, lowered her to the sands on her back and rose over her. With one lustful movement, he thrust the thickest cock she'd ever had deep into her and forced a cry of pleasure-pain from her that had echoed across the sands. Stretching and filling her with his hard warmth, he bit one of her breasts and ravished her repeatedly. Buffeted by a feverish passion she had never experienced, she came quickly and often, in rapid succession, unable to recover from one scorching orgasm before another blazed through her. He took her again and again, feasting on her blood and her pussy with a hunger that branded the taste of his lips on hers, and created a hunger for his cock in her she couldn't fully satisfy or deny. Even after an eternity, she knew she would still long for him as deeply as she did their first glorious night together. They had spent that entire third week of the feast alone together in the desert, discovering new ways to satisfy their passions and hungers for each other. At the end of that week, as they lay on the soft blue sand, still joined after a particularly hot mating that had seen them both come multiple times, a junior singer from the temple had called out to her. "Priestess, may I approach?" Lying on her side, still impaled on the vampire's huge, addictive shaft, she had lazily lifted her head and looked over his shoulder. She noted a tall, slender singer who served in the temple of Heoptin at Denhari approaching. "You may approach, Singer," she said. He stopped very close, his eyes downcast. "I bring a message from my master, the Singer. He will return with the dawn and will want to take you to the Temple of Heoptin at the Rock Cannons on Persia to spend the remaining days of the feast there. He asks that you spend tonight in the baths, undergoing ritual cleansing so that when he mates with you, there will be no seed from other lovers remaining in you, Priestess. He will arrive at dawn and requests that you be cleansed and ready to accompany him." With that the singer had bowed his head, and moved off toward the Garden of Passion. His words had sent a stab of panic through her. She looked at the vampire priest whose cock was still so firmly embedded in her and sighed. "Thank you for such an enchanting week, but I must go." She pushed against his shoulders and bit her lip to keep from crying out in despair as his cock slid out of her body. Bereft of his hard warmth, depression settled over her. She rose to stand on trembling legs, breathing deeply, in an attempt to get the scent of his lovemaking out of her lungs. He rose and turned her to face him. "Where do you think you are going, Willoni?" The question surprised her. "To the Baths for Cleansing." "No. You're not going to cleanse your body of my seed and you are not going to meet this Singer. There is a week of the feast left. I will take you to my home in the Crystal Falls and there you will spend the rest of the feast with me. I will take you to the base of the Falls and mate with you as it sings its magic, binding you to me forever." Oh, how she trembled with lust at the thought of being taken under the Crystal Falls. It was said the Crystal Falls produced a special brand of male whose passions were legendary and boundless. Oh to mate under the falls with this vampire with the voracious sexual appetite for her! Yet she could not forget the Singer's tender passion and knew she could not hurt him, which meant she had to leave the vampire now. Although mild-tempered as most healers were, the Singer would be furious if he arrived and found her full of another male's seed when they mated. He would not be inclined to share her with this big, handsome vampire with his endless passion and incredible, addictive lust. "No. The Singer mastered my soul song three feasts prior and won my devotion. I cannot go with you. I must cleanse myself." She stroked her fingers down his cheek. "Please tell me that you will come back at the next Immaculate Feast of Bliss and Conception." He stared at her. "What? You expect me to let you go and return in a year and hope the Singer gets called away during the feast so I might mate with you? No! I too have mastered your soul song, Willoni. I claim my right to your devotion and your body! They are both mine! When the Singer returns at dawn, I will challenge him for the right to spend the entire feast month with you for eternity." She looked into his eyes and shivered at the thought of her gentle Singer engaging in physical combat for her with this powerful vampire. No! She would not allow it! "You overstep your bounds, Vampire. Who has mastered my soul song is a matter for my discretion alone. I choose my Singer ... I must. There are many priestesses at the temple for you to mate with in the remaining week. I am going to cleanse myself." Heart aching with grief, for she feared she had fallen not only in lust with him, but also in love, she turned and started across the sands. "Come back, Willoni!" Without turning, she ran across the desert, eager to get away from him before her resolve weakened and she raced back into his arms. Instead, she fled across the sands with him in pursuit. "Come back! You are mine and when the Singer returns, I will kill him and whoever I need to, to ensure you belong to me alone." The thought of her kind, considerate lover's life being threatened infuriated **** Primal Lusts is currently being rewritten and will be submitted for republication some time in 2009. Return to Top o Page Road To Rapture © 2003 by Marilyn Lee Published by Ellora’s Cave All rights reserved   Mara lay moaning softly. With her eyes closed, she could almost feel Erotica’s big body on top of hers, his cock buried deep in her body, thrusting and pumping her to an incredible climax. Her orgasm was just a breath away when she felt a distinct breeze on her body. Sighing and straining to reach her peak, she reluctantly opened her eyes and turned her head. A startled scream escaped her lips and she bolted to her feet, nearly losing her balance. Erotica stood in the open bathroom door with several pink towels casually tossed over his bare shoulder. Mara could see and appreciate the wide expanse of his chest, covered with a mass of fine, blond hair, and sporting a pair of luscious looking nipples that almost made her mouth go dry and other places damper still. The muscles in her stomach clenched. Sugar. His whole body was bare. Her gaze gravitated to his groin. His erect cock, with a big, thick, dark pink head, beckoned to her from the base of a mass of dark pubic hair. Although she had definitely seen and had bigger cocks, his was a very nice size and just the sight of his tool made her pussy convulse. Oh, sugar, but she wanted him. “I brought your towels,” he said in that deep voice of his that danced along her nerve endings, his gaze centered on her pussy. “Oh my God!” Her whole body flushed as her joy toy slipped out of her pussy and hit the water with a splash. Tossing the towels aside, he strolled across the room and retrieved the vibrator from the water. Face burning, she stretched out a trembling hand for it. Smiling, he pressed the tip of the toy tight against her clit. Surprised, she moaned, stepped back, and lost her balance. She screamed, expecting to hit her head against the bath as she fell. Thrusting out his arms, he caught her just as her body went horizontal and well before she was in danger of hitting the enamel of the bath. “Do not fear, Mara Manning. No harm will befall you while I breathe.” She stared up at him, her lips parted slightly. Cradling her naked, wet body in his arms, he stepped into the tub. “Hey! What are you doing?” Although she shrieked the question, her pulse raced with excited anticipation. He lowered his body into the water, settling her against him with her back to his front. One big hand splayed across her breasts, the other cupped her pussy. She sucked in a breath. Oh, sugar! His thick cock pulsed against her rear end. “What are you doing?” she asked again, her voice coming out in a low, breathless whisper. The fingers of the hand cupping her groin moved and she let out a soft breath as they entered her pussy. The other hand began tweaking her nipples. He pressed his lips against one ear. “You are mine.” “I…I am?” Oh Lord, yes, she was! “Yes. Mine and tonight I will take pussy for the first time with you, Mara Manning of Earth. I am going to thrust my cock deep inside you and couple with you again and again, delighting in your pussy.” “Take pussy for the first time? You mean you’re a virgin?” She couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Her whole body felt as if it were on fire, even though most of it was submersed in water. The combination of the gentle bubble jets against the soles of her feet and lying on such a luscious morsel of masculinity combined to make thought difficult. But feelings were intense and exquisite. “What do you mean?” But she knew what he meant. His fingers eased in and out of her vagina, while his thumb flicked against her clit. In a matter of moments, she had soaked his fingers. He withdrew them from her and brought them to his face. She turned her head and watched as he inhaled deeply. Then, with his eyes closed, he thrust the fingers, still slightly coated with her juices, into his mouth and began sucking, clearly savoring the experience. Watching the play of emotions on his handsome face—delight in her natural aroma and taste followed by satisfaction—Mara knew a desire to make his first time with a woman completely memorable and totally enjoyable. That meant no-holds-barred. Since he had never been with a woman, it should be safe to indulge in the ultimate delight with him…gloriously naked cock to aching, needy pussy. Oh Lord, let the fucking begin, she thought as he drew his fingers out of his mouth. She tensed. She knew just where they would be welcome. Apparently, so did he. He eased his fingers back into her then, after a few moments, removed them and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply. “By Aeolus, I have never smelled anything as exciting as your pussy. It is a fragrance you produce just for me. Is it not, Mara Manning?” “Oh yes,” she moaned, uncaring what she was saying. She just needed him. “I will couple with you now.” “Oh, yes! Yes! Do me, please. Now!” she demanded in a shameless, husky voice. “Yes, my lovely. Now.” Before she could turn and eagerly push her pussy down onto his cock and indoctrinate him into the joys of loving an older woman, he gripped her hips and thrust up against her. The breath left her lungs in a startled gasp. She felt his slick, hard length being quickly propelled up into her pussy. Lord. Oh Lord! At last she had a thick, hot cock in her starved pussy again. Oh, sugar, there was nothing in the world as wonderful as a hard shaft wielded by a handsome, luscious man. She closed her eyes, spread her legs as far apart as the bath allowed, and pushed her hips down, wanting to feel every inch of his shaft as deep in her as possible. They thrust at each other and she felt the base of his cock at her entrance and realized she had all of him within her body. A feeling of warmth and acceptance rolled over her. She had a crazy feeling that she had spent her entire dating life waiting for this one special moment with this man. Lovely. Oh, dear Lord, so lovely and wonderful and he had not yet stroked his cock in and out of her. She ground her behind, feeling his full thickness resting deliciously inside her. Nice, but nowhere near enough. “More…give me more…” she whispered, rotating her rear wildly against his groin, feeling hot and desperate for the fucking to begin. “Oh Lord, I need more. Thrust in me.” “More?” His hands left her hips to cup her breasts. “As you wish, Mara Manning.” Licking the right side of her neck at the spot that turned her body to mush, he withdrew all but the thick, hard head of his cock and then leisurely plowed back into her. Oh Lord. He entered her pussy, pleasing inch by inch, slowly stretching and impaling her on his hard length. “Oh…lovely,” she whispered. “Hmm. That’s it.” She reached down and cupped her hand over the base of his cock and balls. “Go in slowly. Hmm. Slowly. It’s been a long time and I want to savor the feeling of your dick going into me.” “This is my cock,” he told her. “I don’t care what you call it,” she moaned. “Just give it to me.” He shuddered against her and stiffened, his fingers tightening on her breasts. For one horrible moment, she feared he would lose control and ejaculate prematurely before she was ready to come. After all, this was his first time. “Not yet. Not yet. Hold on!” she pleaded. He bit into her shoulder and held his cock thrust-deep inside her for several breath- taking moments. Finally, some of the tension left his body. Taking deep, gulping breaths, he sighed softly, rotated his hips, and continued pushing into her. “Oh. Yes! Yes! Oh, Yes! Hmm. That’s it. Just like that.” His teeth nipped the side of her neck, sending a warm wave of desire through her. “Mara Manning…I knew you were the one the moment I saw you in my dreams.” His voice was low and rough with passion. She thrilled to the tension she felt building anew in his body as he continued spearing her. Each upward movement of his powerful hips sent another series of tingles down her body to her toes. Her pussy creamed and she arched her body and shoved her hips down. Finally, she felt his groin against her behind again. Oh, sugar, but she was filled more than she’d ever been in her life. He withdrew from her and began another slow, maddening slide home taking care to occasionally rub his thumb against her clit. Hmm. So wonderful. Drowning in delicious sensations, Mara was only vaguely aware that he seemed to be pushing more cock into her than he’d withdrawn just moments earlier. She hadn’t been laid in so long she was giddy. While his cock was a nice size, it was not as long or as thick as she was imagining. And yet, why did she feel so stuffed and full? Lord, he felt so good thrusting inside her. Just the touch of his body made nonsense of past hurts and disappointments. They had all prepared her for this joy. So what did any of them matter? This experience with him went beyond the purely physical. He made love to her soul and her bruised heart. His cock didn’t just touch her body, it reached every sentimental feeling part of her. Combined with the feel of his lips against her neck, and his big, warm hands alternatively cupping her breasts and stroking down her belly to rub against her clit, she quickly lost herself in the feelings of ecstasy building in her pussy and spreading throughout her whole body. Obviously he was enjoying his first fuck. His breathing had quickened against her ear and his hands, cupping her breasts, almost hurt. Sugar, his dick, feeling bigger and harder with each thrust did hurt, but that was okay because she sometimes liked it a little rough. And he was really giving it to her now. Pulling nearly all of his shaft out of her body, only to quickly propel every delicious hard inch back in her. His hips moved with increasing speed, torpedoing his thickening length in and out of her with a sustained vigor and gusto she hadn’t experienced since her college years. No. She had never had such a glorious, all encompassing fuck. With his sweet cock rapidly setting her pussy on fire and her senses on overload, she burst into an orgasm so intense and prolonged, it bordered on agony. He detonated after her, seeming to come in torrents. Mara, who had never actually felt a lover coming inside her, moaned in lust as blast after blast of seed flooded her and began seeping out to mix with the bath water. And still he came. Thank God for contraceptives. Finally, as she lay limp and immeasurably satisfied and totally happy on top of him, he stroked his hands over her body and whispered in her ear. “You enjoyed our coupling, Mara Manning?”  ****   Road To Rapture is available from Ellora's Cave. Return to Top o Page Teacher's Pet © 2007 by Marilyn Lee All rights reserved.     Her feelings stunned her. At thirty-two, she had imagined herself in love a few times, most notably with Marc. But never had she felt so right with a man so soon after meeting him. There she was without her face. Her breasts hung halfway to her ribs. Instead of being embarrassed, the look in his eyes and the husky quality in his voice made her feel as sexy as hell. It was almost as if they’d grown comfortable with each other during the course of a long, intimate relationship.     “Thanks, Devlin, but this isn’t the impression I wanted to make on our first date.”     His gaze went to her breasts. “Trust me, Javen. It’s a very pleasing impression.”     “Oh, you have a way with words.”     “I mean it.”     “I think I’m going to like you.”     He grinned. “I’m counting on that.”     I’ll bet you are. “Well, I’m not going to have you staring at my breasts all day.”     “What if I promise not to stare?”     “I wouldn’t believe you,” she told him.     He laughed. “Okay, but I think you should know that if you put on a bra, you’re going to greatly diminish my pleasure in the day.”     She smiled. “I’m sure you’ll learn to cope.”     “My coping skills are almost nonexistent,” he warned. “You could really be damaging my psyche if you put on a bra. You wouldn’t want to do that, would you?”     “You can hardly expect me to flop around like this all day.”     “Can’t I? Why not?”     Their sexual banter heightened her excitement. “Because sooner or later you’d be tempted to touch.”     “Probably so.”     “You admit it?”     “Since it’s obvious, what’s the point in denying it?”     The question left her momentarily speechless.     He tilted his head. “Why would that be so bad? Are they off limits?”     The huskily voiced questions sent a coil of heat all through her. Worse still was the desire the words invoked in her. She struggled to control the impulse to give him what he wanted. “You don’t think I plan to let you play with my breasts on a first date, do you?”     “Well, not before we’ve been introduced. But afterwards, why not?”     “Introduce you?”     “Yes. I’d love to say hello.”     Just as she would love to say hello to his cock. “You can do that when I return.”     “I’d love to meet them in their natural, unencumbered state.”     Her nipples hardened, her face flushed and a surge of desire sizzled through her. She wet her lips. “Believe me, I will introduce you.”     “When?”     She shrugged. “Soon.”     “There’s no time like the present.”     She forced herself to shake her head. “The living room is to your right, the balcony just beyond that. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll be back in about twenty minutes.” She turned away.     “Wait a minute.”     She moistened her lips before she turned to face him. “Yes?”     He sighed. “I apologize if I’ve embarrassed you or stepped out of line.”     “Well—”     “I don’t want you to think this all just about sex.”     That’s exactly what is was all about, but she wouldn’t object if he wanted to shroud their mutual sexual attraction in more socially acceptable terms. “It’s all right. I’ll let you know if you step out of line.”     He grinned. “So? Can I say a quick hello to the lovelies before you put them away?”     Her stomach muscles tightened. A flood of desire filled her pussy.     ****     Now available from Ellora's Cave     Return to Top o Page   Nights of Desire © 2007 by Marilyn Lee All rights reserved. Tempest finished her drink and set her glass down on the large coffee table in front of the sofa where she sat with her best friend, Benai. She glanced around the huge dimly lit room until she spotted the tall, handsome figure of her boss. Dressed in a dark, tailor-made suit that emphasized the breadth of his wide shoulders, his narrow hips and long legs, Layton was more breathtaking than usual. His thick, dark hair, worn short in the front and on the sides and just below collar length in the back, provided the perfect frame for his tanned face with its high cheekbones. Although he was hosting the annual company party, he stood alone, slowly surveying the people gathered in his living room. This year’s theme, chosen by Tempest was Count Down to Valentine’s Day. He turned his head suddenly. As he locked his dark brown gaze on her, his firm, sensuous lips curved in a slow, intimate smile. Tempest’s heartbeat increased. She tore her gaze from his and noted the sprig of mistletoe dangling above the large double doors to his right. As if in concert with the small, inner voice that whispered it was now or never, Benai leaned close. “The rumor about him keeping the kiss-me-now-twig hanging around all year is true.” “I guess so.” “But where’s all those handsome brothers of his?” The Grayhawks were a close-knit family. Over the years they’d worked together, Tempest had met each of his many siblings several times. Usually one or more of them made at least a token appearance at all of his parties. “I don’t know but I’m surprised you’ve never met any of his brothers.” “There’s never really been an occasion for me to meet any of them.” Benai gave an exaggerated sigh. “It’s just my luck that the only hunk here tonight is yours.” Tempest shook her head. “He’s not mine.” Benai shrugged. “Maybe not yet but I have a feeling he could be yours…if you take full advantage of your opportunities and the fact that it will soon be Valentine’s Day.” “So?” “So it’s nearly Valentine’s Day and he’s practically standing under mistletoe. “You and I are about the only women here who haven’t kissed him. Am I going to make a move on him or are you?” “Stay away from him, girl.” “Then get your butt in gear and go engage him in a lip lock he’ll still be thinking about this time next year.” Tempest cast a quick glance at the clock on the mantel. Eleven thirty-five pm. In just twenty-five minutes until it would be Valentine’s Day. Her usual inhibitions lowered by two highballs, she nodded. “Wish me luck.” She stood up. Maneuvering around dancing couples, she crossed the room. She watched Layton watching her approach. His dark gaze never wavered from hers. She stopped in front of him. “Layton…” Her voice sounded breathless. She paused and moistened her lips. He smiled again, revealing even, white teeth. “Finally.” She blinked up at him. “Finally?” “I was beginning to think you were deliberately avoiding me. I haven’t seen you since you arrived two hours ago.” “I was just mingling.” “Ah.” Uncertain how respond to that, she decided to pursue a safe topic—at least for the moment. She cast a quick look around the room. “I’m surprised not to see any of your siblings.” “So am I.” He grinned. “It must be my lucky night.” “Where’s everyone?” “Let’s see. Randall’s out of the country. Declan’s at an out of state training conference. Lelia is asserting her independence and avoiding us all. Peyton, Dalton and Jordan are in various places. That leaves Brandon and Bancroft. I’m not sure where they are.” “Oh.” He surveyed her, his eyes lingering on the bodice of the mahogany silk dress she’d bought for the occasion. “You look…” The dress had cost far more money than she usually spent on a single clothing item but both she and Benai had agreed it complimented both her dark skin tone and her figure. Did Layton agree? “Yes?” He looked in her eyes. “Lovely.” She smiled. The dress had been worth every penny after all. “So you like my dress? It’s new.” “Your dress? It’s new?” “Yes. I’m glad you think it’s lovely.” “I wasn’t talking about the dress.” “But you said it looked lovely.” “No. I said you look lovely.” He surveyed the dress again, this time allowing his gaze to linger in her hip area before looking into her eyes. “The dress is nice but you look stunning—as usual.” She caught her breath, feeling her cheeks grow warm. No man other than Brian had ever called her lovely so she suspected Layton was being kind or maybe he’d had one too many. Either way, she intended to take advantage of what might be her last opportunity for a brief fling with him. She dragged her tongue along the curve of her lips. “So do you.” He arched a brow. “You think I look lovely? Try again.” She laughed and shook her head. “Okay. You look…handsome.” “That’s better. Now, tell me, Tempest, do I look handsome enough to kiss under the mistletoe?” The muscles in her stomach churned and her heartbeat raced. “Yes,” she whispered. “So? Are you going to keep me waiting all night?” “You want me to kiss you?” “I’m not hanging around this damned mistletoe because I have nothing better to do.” She studied his mouth. He had a firm, sensual bottom lip and a short upper lip. “Are you going to kiss me or just stare at my lips all night?”   **** Now available from Ellora's Cave Return to Top o Page   01/24/10 © Marilyn Lee 2006-2010