Read Lights Out in The Expanding Universe #SpaceOpera #NewRelease by @KayelleAllen

What if today was “lights out?”

Read Lights Out in The Expanding Universe #SpaceOpera #NewRelease by @KayelleAllenIf you knew this was your last day to live, what would you do? Would you face the end with a clear conscience? Would you fight for one more day?
Look for that person you wronged and make it right? Run away? Turn and fight? What would you do?

In Lights Out by Kayelle Allen, the hero knows his end is near. Instead of running, Tornahdo makes a choice. He will face death with a clear conscience and the knowledge that his death will serve mankind. He will join…
GHOST CORPS


He can save mankind. After he does one important thing. Die.

Join the Ghost Corps, they said. You’ll live forever, they said. You’ll save mankind, they said. They didn’t say that to do it, first he had to die.

When Tornahdo signs on the dotted line, he puts his life into the steady hands of the mighty Ghost Corps. Three grisly deaths and three agonizing resurrections later, he’s assigned duty on Enderium Six.

He’s facing his most dangerous mission yet, the very reason the corps exists.

Do they expect him to win? Fat chance. Tornahdo and his team are already dead and this mission is codenamed “Lights Out.” No, there’s more to this than he can see.

To discover the truth, he must face an unbeatable, unkillable enemy, and this time–somehow–find a way to keep himself alive…

Excerpt, Lights Out by Kayelle Allen

The air reeked of antiseptic and starch stiffened the pillowcase. If only the mind-numbing jabbering would stop.

Tornahdo pried open his eyes. The flattened blood bag above him, stenciled equipment and gray walls screamed military hospital.

He’d died. Again.

Spanish curses slipped out. His abuela would’ve taken a switch to him. He made the sign of the cross and kissed his fingertips.

After yanking the tube out of his arm, he pressed a thumb over the entry point. Thankfully, this time, he wasn’t writhing on the floor in agony. Well, not yet.

A faceless android in a Ghost Corps uniform loomed over a bank of equipment displaying Tornahdo’s name and vitals. First impression was right. Military hospital.

The weapons-grade yapping continued.

“Did you hear?” a youthful voice bragged. “He killed six of ’em last night.”

“Yeah, but they don’t stay dead. They never do.”

“If Ultras didn’t come back to life, their plasma wouldn’t bring our own people back.”

The transfusion of enemy blood healed the hole in Tornahdo’s arm in seconds. He thumbed off the red smear and rolled over on the gurney.

An open door led to a sink and toilet built to let gravity do its work. Which meant this was a planet. You hadn’t lived until you were in space, floating in zero gravity while your body’s final twitches sent your corpse spinning.

Notices on the wall confirmed this was San Xavier in the Colonies of Man. Same place he’d bought it the first time.

This was getting old.


Lights Out
part of the Science Fiction/Space Opera anthology
The Expanding Universe Vol 4

edited by Craig Martelle
Available Sept 17, 2018
Exclusively on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited
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About Kayelle Allen

Kayelle Allen writes Sci Fi and Space Opera with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She’s a US Navy veteran who’s been married so long she’s tenured. She is the author of seven books, three novellas, and multiple short stories.

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Throwback Thursday!

Coyote Games

Series: S.O.S. (Special Outreach Services)

 Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Action-Adventure, Suspense, Romance

Shapeshifters, Men and Women in Uniforms

Author: Anne Kane

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There’s coyote trouble in the canyon. One coyote, to be specific. A male. He’s been creating havoc in the small rural community of Pine Valley — enough havoc it’s time to call in the Feds.

The S.O.S, U.S. Dept. of Fish and Wildlife, Special Outreach Services Division, investigates crimes involving shifters. Special Agent Kinsey is the absolute expert on coyote shifters. Because she is one. And Greg expects nothing less than the very best.

Life is about to get interesting in Pine Valley…

 

EXCERPT:

 She tried to resist. Really. She did. But then he lowered his head to envelop her mouth with his lips, and she was lost. He tasted like sin and sex and a wild romp in the woods on a moonlight night. She could feel the blood pounding in her veins, her inner coyote stirring as it recognized its mate. Oh yeah. She wanted him, wanted him now and forever in that sappy stupid way you read about in women’s magazine quizzes.

She quit fighting his hold on her, and opened her mouth, inviting him to ravish her. He took instant advantage, devouring her lips with a fierce intensity that left her knees weak.

He’d always been able to do that, to walk into her personal space and make her melt. Well, this time it was going to be different. Sure, she wanted him, but that didn’t mean she had to give her very self up to him. It just meant she wanted to screw him, use him to satisfy her baser animal urges.

A tiny part of her mind objected, tried to tell her this was a bad idea, that she’d regret it, but she closed that voice firmly away in a compartment where she could ignore it. She was going to use Greg to satisfy her own carnal desires, and haul him back to D.C. to face Frederick’s wrath. Ex-operatives were not supposed to go out and cause problems in the human world.

This time she’d be the one to claim she was only doing her job, nothing personal. His hand brushed the sensitive skin just above the first button on her uniform, and she stopped thinking altogether.

 

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Revisit the Dragon Shifters!

 

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Dragon Kin:  Captive Heart    2nd Edition

ISBN : 978-1-60521-370-5

Genres:  Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

Themes: Elves, Dragons and Ma

gical Creatures

Author: Anne Kane

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Publisher URL  Changeling Press – Erotic Fiction

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After years of playing the field, Haydn has finally found his soul mate. Problem is, the well-endowed Cassie thinks all dragons are trouble and she has no intention of letting Hayden anywhere near her. He’s going to have to do some fast talking to convince her he’s the dragon of her dreams.

EXCERPT:

Cassie watched the magic swirl around the hulking figure of the dragon. The ride had been wonderful, opening her eyes to the myriad of differences between the dragon who’d bound her and the mouthwatering male who’d whisked her to this mountain retreat. She could feel the heat rush to her cheeks as she imagined what she wanted him to do to her. No, not to her. With her. She sensed that he’d truly meant what he said. He’d let her take the lead, wouldn’t push her to do anything unless she were a willing participant.

Would she be brave enough to give him the chance? She lifted her chin, watching Haydn emerge from the sparkling cloud. A thin sheen of sweat covered his naked body, and her attention wandered to the hard shaft angling upward from his groin.

Not giving her a chance to think, he tossed his clothing aside and strode toward her. Curling his finger around her wrist, he drew her toward him.

Cassie watched his sinfully sexy lips descend, mesmerized. She shouldn’t want this so bad, want him so badly. He was a dragon. She should run while she had the chance. But she didn’t. She let her eyelids flutter down, closing at the first touch of his warm lips. She melted against him, there was no other way to describe it. She fit herself against him, craving the feel of his hard body burning through the thin protection of her clothing.

It might be madness, but she no longer cared. She’d never felt so needy, lust wiping out every self-protective instinct she had. His body crowded her, his cock hard against the soft flesh of her belly.

He nibbled on her lower lip, his teeth tracing a scorching path across it before he plunged his tongue deep to take complete control. Cassie whimpered at the merciless invasion, lust sweeping through her at his every touch. She ran her tongue alongside his, challenging him to make her his.

His arms came around her like bands of steel, holding her steady when her knees threatened to buckle. “You’re overdressed for what I have in mind.” He murmured the words against her lips while he swept her up in his arms and strode across the clearing.

“Are you always this forceful?” She let him lay her down in a patch of soft clover, the smell of crushed greenery rising to tease her senses.

“No. You are special. My fire companion. My souler.” He unbuttoned the front of her shirt and spread the material to expose her breasts, barely restrained by the lacy bra she’d donned for her shift that evening. His eyes darkened as he gazed down at her. “You are exquisite.”

Cassie snorted. “I’m plump, to put it mildly.” But secretly she was pleased when he shook his head, his hot gaze devouring the exposed skin.

“You are perfect, a fitting fire companion for one such as me.” He reached down to release her breasts from their prison of lace. His nostrils flared, and she had the crazy impression that he was inhaling her scent. He tugged impatiently at the sleeves of her shirt, and Cassie raised herself up on one elbow to pull it off. “This too.” He tugged at the waistband of her skirt. “If I have to wait much longer I’ll be tearing it off you, and then you’ll have nothing to wear on the flight back.”

Cassie giggled, picturing herself perched naked on the back of the dragon as it flew through the morning sky. Lust still clawed at her center, and she didn’t feel any of the fear she associated with the proximity of dragons. She got to her feet and hooked her thumbs in the waist of the denim skirt. Capturing his gaze, she gave a slow sensuous wriggle of her ample hips as she worked the material down over them, every move a teasing invitation.

Haydn drew in a ragged breath, his attention fixed on the flesh revealed as she let the skirt drop to the ground and stepped out of it. The tiny lace thong quickly followed. “I have no idea what I did to deserve you, but I’m not going to let you go. You’re so beautiful.”

He held out his hand, and Cassie hesitated for a second before slipping her fingers into his. “You promised not to bind me.”

He nodded. “And I will keep that promise. I would never hold you against your will. I intend to make you so happy you’ll never want to leave me.”

Cassie relaxed, dropping to her knees. “Ah well, that’s different. Give it your best shot.”

With a sexy grin on his lips, he grasped her hips and drew her down on top of him. She could feel the hard length of his shaft against her thigh, and she wriggled her hips, loving the way his cock jerked in response.

“Two can play at that game.” Haydn shifted, positioning his leg between her thighs. His grin widened at the little gasp that escaped her lips, and he slid his leg from side to side.

Heat flared through her, dark and edgy. She’d never felt like this before — this burning lust, this aching desire. His thigh brushed against the hard nub of her clit, and she arched her back, grinding her sex against him. “I need…”

“You need what? Tell me.” The urgency in his voice sent her lust spiraling higher.

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Tex – Dixie Reapers MC # 6

Tex — I made a mistake fifteen years ago, one that could have landed my ass in jail. Instead, ITex Cover Small made a deal. I signed away the rights to a child I’d never see, and then I joined the Army, putting the Dixie Reapers and my life in Alabama firmly in my rearview. But now I’m back, and I can’t help but wonder what happened to my son or daughter. What I discover makes my blood run cold, and I vow to do anything in my power to save the daughter I’ve never met. I just didn’t count on rescuing two damsels, or that the second one would look at me with haunted eyes that would make me do something stupid. I’d vowed to never let another woman f**k me over. I just hope I don’t regret letting Kalani into my home and into my life. She has trouble written all over her.
Kalani — I’ve been locked away my entire life. Hillview Asylum looks presentable enough on the outside, but I know firsthand about the horrors inside those walls. I’d always expected I’d die there, until he came. Not that he was coming for me. I’ve sheltered his daughter, Janessa, as much as possible, and in return I gained her trust and loyalty. I’d have never guessed those two things would save me. Or maybe they didn’t, because now I’m faced with a man who makes me want things I shouldn’t. His club suggested a marriage of convenience, to keep me out of Hillview, but I want more than just his name. I have no doubt this is going to end with my heart shattered at my feet, but he keeps the nightmares away. For the first time in my entire life, I feel safe. Protected. But now I want more… I want to be loved.

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WARNING: Contains strong language, abuse, and other dark elements, as well as explicit sexual content. There is no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed HEA.

A Sneak Peek:

The truck came to a stop just outside a metal gate. It slid open, and the truck pulled through. I didn’t know where we were, and I didn’t care, as long as it wasn’t the asylum. Anything was better than being there. They drove down a winding road and stopped in front of a greenhouse. Flicker got out and opened the back door. Tex held me tight as he stepped out of the truck and began carrying me toward the house. Janessa walked at his side.

“Call the doc,” Tex said. “I think they both need to be checked out.”

My body tensed, and I struggled against him. No, no more doctors. Doctors caused pain. I could feel the panic rising inside me, my heart racing and my lungs feeling like they’d seize at any moment.

“Hey, easy,” Tex crooned at me. “No one’s going to hurt you.”

“Doctors do bad things,” Janessa said softly. “Especially to Kalani.”

Tex looked down at me and gave a slight nod. “All right. No doctors. Not for tonight anyway.”

“Where are you going to put them?” Flicker asked. “Only two of the bedrooms are furnished.”

“Kalani and I can share,” Janessa said.

Tex carried me down a short hall and stepped into a blue bedroom. He eased me down onto the bed, and I winced as pain shot through me again. Janessa moved around to the other side of the bed and crawled in next to me. She stayed close, but not near enough that she’d hurt me.

“You’re safe here,” Tex said. “No one can get into the compound without our permission.”

“Who are you?” I asked.

He smiled a little. “We’re Dixie Reapers, and we take care of our own.”

“But I’m not one of you. I don’t belong to anyone.”

He glanced at his daughter. “She thinks you belong to her, and since she’s mine, I guess that makes you mine too.”

A strange warmth worked its way through me at his words. I’d never been anyone’s before, but as his gaze settled on me again, I decided I didn’t mind being called his. With the bedroom lights on, I could see more details of the men who had rescued us. They were each handsome in their own way, but Tex took my breath away. I’d never considered a man attractive before, not when I knew what they were capable of, but these men had risked their lives to save us. And that made them different.

 

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Short. Erotic. Sweet. Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.

Party Animal – Another Roosters Story

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Casey Cox is a porn star legend. Life is a never-ending party and there’s always a hot guy or two willing to play. Then Casey meets the one man who isn’t interested and suddenly it’s a challenge he can’t resist.

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I stared at my reflection in the mirror and gave myself an eight out of ten. All those late nights were finally taking a toll. Would I give them up? Hell no! Life was a never-ending party, and the guest list changed every day. I liked it that way. Variety is the spice of life after all.

But right now, I needed to do damage control. I read somewhere that the eyes are the mirror of the soul. If that was true then my soul must be puffy, wrinkled, and bloodshot. It wasn’t a good look. Thank God for eye drops. A few in each eye made my whites pop. I practiced my sultry green stare in the mirror. Not bad, but the bags had to go. I reached for the Preparation H and applied it liberally. My sister swears by the stuff.

I’d showered and shaved at home, but my hair needed a redo. My trademark look is a messy bedhead, black locks flying every which way. I don’t like to disappoint the fans and it’s easy enough to get the look. It’s all about a good haircut and a few styling tricks, like gel.

I stepped back from the mirror to check out my body. No problems there. Six feet, two inches of lean muscle thanks to an exercise routine that keeps me camera ready. No matter how late I go to bed, I wake up early and use the small gym in my apartment building. A good workout always makes me feel better. Today, we’re shooting early, so I did a short routine, just long enough to break a sweat and get my blood pumping. Then it was SSME, and I’m not talking kinky sex. Shower, shave, moisturize, enema. I like to be clean for the close-up shots.

Yeah, I bare it all, but it’s all for the sake of art. I’m not kidding. One of my first jobs when I came to LA was as an artist’s model. At first, because of my strict upbringing, I was uncomfortable posing nude, but eventually I realized that the human body is a beautiful thing. It was a liberating experience.

Today, I’ve convinced myself that filming is an art form. There are thousands, maybe millions of guys out there staring at my naked body. What I do prompts an emotional response and gives them pleasure, just like other art forms. Art is in the eye of the beholder, after all. It’s one hell of an ego trip.

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Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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Under a Mulberry Moon – A Western Romance Anthology

 

UNDER A MULBERRY MOON anthology offers Adventure! Mystery! Romance! Nine award-winning and bestselling authors present sweet

51U0zZKHH8Lwestern historical stories to ignite your imagination and feed your passion for reading. Let us sweep you away from your daily cares and entertain you with our sigh-worthy novellas set between 1865 and 1900. What a line-up we have for you!

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Titles of individual sweet western historical romances are:

A Family For Merry – Caroline Clemmons

A Family For Polly – Jacquie Rogers

Ada and the Texas Cavalryman – Carra Copelin

Comes A Specter – Keta Diablo

Matthew’s Freedom – Cissie Patterson

Millwright’s Daughter – Zina Abbott

The Lady Lassoes An Outlaw – Charlene Raddon

The Widow Buys A Groom – P.A. Estelle

Worth the Wait – Patricia PacJac Carroll

 

A FAMILY FOR POLLY by Jacquie Rogers

Children’s Aid Society authorities don’t exactly know Polly Friday Bird and Merry Murphy Bird are single and neither woman is going to volunteer the information. Polly hated the life she and her sister led after they were adopted by a surly Nebraska farm couple who really wanted free drudges. She would never treat the two children she’s adopted so harshly. In fact, she believes the large boarding house she and Merry purchased is an ideal place to raise children, with a large yard, numerous rooms, and a good school nearby. Still, Polly needs a husband so she convinces Ford (Manford) Daily to marry her and be on his way. The problem is, he won’t go.

Excerpt

“I sent Steve and Ford to the florist shop,” Bea said as they walked down the path that led to the street.  “There won’t be much of a selection but at least you’ll have a bridal bouquet.”

“Thanks, flowers are nice—but not really necessary.  We’ll be saying our vows in private, signing the papers, and that’s that.  No one will know other than Mr. Ecclestone and Ford’s grandfather.  Once my children are truly mine, and Ford’s grandfather signs the deed over, then we’ll get an annulment and we’ll both be free to marry whomever we please.”

They turned onto Main Street.  As they walked in front of the mercantile, Jane Dorchester greeted them.

“Shopping today?” she asked.

“No,” Bea said.  “Polly’s getting married.”

Polly could’ve stuffed her reticule in Bea’s mouth.

Jane put down the tools she’d been arranging and smiled.  “Married?  Oh my, this is quite sudden.”  She gazed at Polly’s midriff.

Lavinia Zimmerman, wife of the bank teller, and her son came out of the mercantile, each holding a parcel.  “Polly, did I hear right?  You’re getting married?”

“Yes, but…”

“How wonderful—congratulations!”  Lavinia grabbed her newly adopted son’s hand.  “I can hardly wait to tell Dennis.  We’ll see you at the church.”

“But…”  There was no use for Polly to say anything else because Lavinia had already headed down the street toward the bank.

“Looks like you’ll be having a few guests,” Bea said.

Polly groaned and picked up the pace.  “We have to get to the church before they do.  I don’t want Ford thinking I invited half the town to a wedding that unites us in name only.”

“Four people isn’t half the town.  But then you know how it is in Mockingbird Flats—any excuse for a party.”

“We’re not having a party.”  The last thing Polly wanted was for anyone to make a commotion about this wedding, especially when the marriage would be over in a few short weeks if all went well.  In fact, she was hoping to keep the whole arrangement quiet, for a big wedding to-do would make explaining why she wasn’t married after a short while all that much harder.  “The whole ceremony will be over in fifteen minutes and after that I have work to do—I haven’t even done my morning chores yet.”

“Fifteen minutes?  I bet it’ll take you fifteen minutes to get through the front door.  And another hour after for visiting if you’re lucky,” Bea said, huffing to keep up with Polly’s brisk pace.  “You know very well that the ladies will be excited to have something new to talk about, and every single one of them will want to meet Ford.”

Bea was right, but Polly still had hopes of keeping the wedding as quiet as possible.  “I don’t want any of them to meet Ford.”

As they passed by the fire station, Fiona Bushnell, the fire chief’s wife, followed behind them saying, “I was in the florist shop a while ago and heard that you’re getting married so I was on my way to the church.  With such short notice, I didn’t have a chance to make you a nice gift, but I ordered some apple turnovers from the bakery to be delivered.”

Polly stopped and Bea had to take a few steps back to stay with her.  Her throat tightened but she managed to say, “Thank you, Fiona.  That was a lovely thing to do.”

“Oh, and I invited Jessica.  I hope you don’t mind.”

Polly certainly did mind but since Polly hadn’t invited Fiona either, she could hardly say that she objected to Fiona inviting her sister-in-law, the town doctor’s wife.  “Of course not.  That was very neighborly of you.”  She nearly choked on her words.

Jessica Bushnell hailed them with a wave.  “I’m so happy for you, Polly!”  She held up a basket.  “Baby things.  I’ve been saving them for our town’s next wedding.  First baby can come anytime—the other ones take nine months.”  She giggled.  “We won’t mention how many first babies in this town were premature.”

“Thank you, but I’m not in a family way.”

The matronly lady winked.  “You will be shortly, then.”

Polly tugged on Bea’s arm.  “We best be on our way.”  She set off for the church once again, this time with several ladies and a few gentlemen following.  So much for her secret marriage.

 

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Jacquie Rogers is a former software designer, campaign manager, photographer, deli clerk, and cow milker. She was a Golden Heart Finalist. Her 2007 release, FAERY SPECIAL ROMANCES, won the Fall NOR Award for Best Print Sci-fi/Fantasy Romance. She has donated all royalties from this collection to the Children’s Tumor Foundation, helping to end neurofibromatosis through research.

She has contributed to several anthologies and series.  In addition to numerous other awards, her Hearts of Owyhee Series has won acclaim as well as a Laramie Award Grand Prize. Her first two Honey Beaulieu novels, HOT WORK IN FRY PAN GULCH and SIDETRACKED IN SILVER CITY, won four Will Rogers Gold Medallion Awards in 2017.  Jacquie teaches several workshops both online and in person.

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Roosters Romance! Your favorite bad boys are here…

SWEET

Innocent and Sweet by Megan Slayer

Roosters, Book 1

Changeling Press

Short Story

M/F, New Adult

 

Anissa Dunn wants one man — Kameron. He’s got looks, brains and a boatload of attitude… and all that muscle. A girl can only take so much, and he’s her heart’s desire. She’s not afraid to give as good as she gets and she wants him to be her teacher in all things carnal.

There’s only one catch — he’s her bodyguard and the rules state she can’t date the staff.

But rules are meant to be broken…

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EXCERPT:

Copyright ©2018 Megan Slayer

I will make him notice me. Anissa adjusted her dress. The cherry-red halter frock hung on her thin frame. So much for the correct fit. She sighed. No matter what she did, she couldn’t put on weight. She debated what to add to improve her figure. If she wore the leather jacket, she’d appear edgy. The clunky boots helped increase her height, so she was fine there. But her bust… drat. She peered down at her chest. A wave of nausea hit her as she thought about her dating past. Guys didn’t want to date a woman with a flat chest — or so they’d told her.

She spied the gel bra cups she’d bought during her last trip to the fabric store. If she had boobs, maybe the guy of her dreams would finally notice her. He had to.

Anissa stuffed the chilly padding beneath the cups of her dress. Her boobs looked huge. Instead of the burst of confidence she’d expected, she hated her reflection in the mirror. The additions didn’t fit her frame. But she had a date and no choice but to do her best to entice him. If fake boobs worked, then fine. She’d take her chances.

She donned the jacket, then grabbed her purse and hurried downstairs.

Kam stood in the foyer. He wore the same battered leather jacket, faded jeans and dark sunglasses as he always did. He touched his earpiece. “In position.”

Her heart fluttered. Kameron Stone personified sex in human form. Her nipples ached, and she pressed her knees together. She’d never been with a man and wanted Kam to be her first. If she had her way, he’d be her only.

Would he fuck her?

Better yet, would he love her the way she loved him?

“I have the package,” Kam said. “Preparing to leave.”

She frowned. The package. She didn’t have the honor of being referred to by her name. Gaining his attention wasn’t going to be easy. “I’m ready.”

Kam nodded. “This way, Ms. Dunn.”

“Anissa.” He’d used her last name. Dang it. She’d pleaded with him so many times to call her by her first name. Ms. Dunn was her mother. She was just Anissa.

“Ms. Dunn.” Kam escorted her to the front porch, then down the steps. He opened the passenger door of the limo. “After you.”

“Thanks.” She couldn’t leave the house without her trusty bodyguard, Kam. She settled on the seat and folded her hands on her lap. Kam would do anything to protect her, and she trusted him, but she was twenty-one and her father needed to put some faith in her. He’d sheltered her from everything. She didn’t resent him for trying — when she turned twenty-five, she’d come into a hefty sum of cash via the trust her mother had left her, but still. She’d gone to an all-girls college, a private all-girls high school and never spent more than a few hours on her own. She crossed her legs, and her skirt rode high on her leg. Did Kam notice? Did he care?

She swept her gaze over him as he sat beside her. Strong and silent. He wore his clothes like a second skin, could eviscerate anyone who tried to get too close, but Kam said so little. Half the time she had no idea if he listened to her. Knowing him, he tuned her out.

“Kam?” She shifted in her seat to face him. Her skirt rode higher. He didn’t pay her any attention, which rankled her. “Kameron.”

“Ms. Dunn.” He seemed to stare straight ahead.

She whipped out her phone. She couldn’t go through with the date. Not now. She sent a text to the driver, requesting he stay in the driveway. She’d sent the itinerary to the security team but saw no point in leaving the house. Kam wasn’t paying attention to her — not in the way she wanted. He didn’t seem to care.

She sighed. According to the magazines she’d bought, her college roommate and the dirty movies she’d watched in the middle of the night, she had to be aggressive and demand what she wanted. Sure… she could be aggressive. She could demand his attention. But she wasn’t sure how.

Anissa switched seats to face Kam. The car rolled to a stop, most likely in front of the house. She parted her legs and leaned back. “Kam.”

If he looked at her, she couldn’t tell.

“Ms. Dunn?” Kam tensed, and the muscle in his jaw twitched. “Are you okay?”

Nope. He hadn’t noticed her lousy attempts to entice him.

“I’m fine,” she mumbled. What a liar…”I’d like to talk to you.”

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About the Author:

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm

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