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Thin Ice

Thin Ice

by Brighton Walsh

An Xcite Books collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes including m/f, f/f and BDSM.

Thin Ice by Brighton Walsh

After having been a sports reporter for more than a decade, Alex has worked with nearly every cocky, drop-dead gorgeous athlete, and is immune to their advances. Or so she thought. When Gavin walks in for his interview and


An Xcite Books collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes including m/f, f/f and BDSM.

Thin Ice by Brighton Walsh

After having been a sports reporter for more than a decade, Alex has worked with nearly every cocky, drop-dead gorgeous athlete, and is immune to their advances. Or so she thought. When Gavin walks in for his interview and quickly sweeps her off her feet, she’s taken off guard, caught up in his charm and his charisma. But even after a night of undeniable passion, Alex is left with a sinking feeling in her gut and a guilty conscience. Can she come to grips with mixing business and pleasure before Gavin’s out of her life for good?

Stand 69 by Elizabeth Coldwell

Working a stand at the book trade fair is hard work, particularly when you’re wearing uncomfortable shoes. At least the hot guy on Stand 69 is brightening Kate’s day, and when he offers to show her his expertise at foot massage, business rapidly gives way to pure erotic pleasure …

Client Visit by Lynn Lake

Most of the partners at the prestigious legal firm Karen worked at didn’t even know the names of their articling students, so working so closely with Brenda, a senior partner in the firm, was an honour. And when Brenda commented on how pretty Karen was, working with the beautiful, mature woman became both an honour and an absolute pleasure.

Picture of Lily by Zombie Ferguson

Stacy was warned about the picture on her boss’s desk. She gasped when she finally saw it. Not many people have photos of their spouses in the throes of an orgasm, let alone framed, sitting on their desk. Who was this Lily? Stacy would soon find out...

The Closet by Maria Lloyd

Lucy Penmon may just clinch the deal of her career as an interior designer if she lands this prestigious commission – the total refurbishment of Mr Walker’s country house. A creative free spirit, she is surprised at the attraction she feels for Mr Walker, a highly successful lawyer who is used to power and quickly takes charge. Her curiosity about her prospective boss, his home and a certain locked closet may cost her dearly, however – or reveal 

These stories have also been published in Corporate Affairs

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It was like a mating dance, Alex thought as she sat in the hotel lounge, observing the people around her interacting with one another. Some of them were awkward and unsure, some were confident and cocky. Truth be told, she didn’t know which she preferred. Confident was sexy, but arrogant was not, and in her experience, one usually came with the other.

She glanced at her watch, noting that it was 15 minutes past the time the interview was supposed to start. Though she sort of expected Gavin Williams to be late. After his team won the Eastern Conference semi-finals, she knew she wasn’t the only reporter who wanted face time with him. Especially after he managed to score a goal in the last 10 seconds of the game. No doubt he’d been mauled upon leaving the locker room.

After answering a few emails on her phone, she turned her attention back to the entrance of the hotel lounge, noticing Gavin coming in through the door. Having never met him in person, she didn’t realise how commanding his presence was. But oh, it was. He was massive; had to be close to six and a half feet tall, his broad shoulders blocking most of the doorway. His dark blond hair was on the wrong side of his next haircut, curling slightly around his ears and at the nape of his neck.

Though she couldn’t tell in the dim lighting of the hotel lounge, she knew from pictures that his eyes were a deep, soulful brown, and that his almost straight nose was marred with a bump from several breaks. Even though she’d seen dozens of press pictures of him, she was finding that looking at them and staring at the face of the flesh-and-blood man were two altogether different things.

She’d interviewed her fair share of athletes in the years she’d been a sports reporter, and she could honestly say that while many of them were highly attractive, she’d never been attracted to any of them. She’d made a concerted effort to keep Reporter Alex and Alex the Woman from intersecting.

Until now.

She didn’t know if it was that particular man, or that particular night, or if it was just the fact it had been an embarrassing amount of time since she’d last gotten laid that had her all aflutter over him, but she was. Her cheeks were flushed, straight down her neck and to the swells of her breasts. She knew without looking that her nipples were poking against the woven cotton of her button-down shirt.

Standing, she smoothed her pencil skirt and attempted to replace her ready-to-be-fucked face with her business armour. She was a professional, and would remain one while she conducted her interview, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t appreciate a man as fine as he was.

And possibly entertain fantasies of said man while he was sitting across from her.

She headed his way and watched as he scanned the crowded lounge, his eyes passing over her without a second glance. She knew that it wasn’t a slight at her attractiveness as a woman; merely that she was a woman. Most athletes were expecting someone else entirely when their agents told them they were meeting Alex Hayes. Having been in this field for almost a decade, she was used to that.

Once she reached him, she extended her hand. ‘Gavin Williams?’

He glanced down at her, dropping his gaze to her four-inch heels, then making a leisurely path over her curves before catching her eye, one of his eyebrows raised.


‘I’m Alex Hayes.’

Gavin’s surprise showed plainly across his face. Though he tried to be discreet about it, there was no hiding the fact that his gaze dropped once more, quickly taking in her quite obvious feminine attributes. A small smile lifted the corner of his mouth. ‘Sorry, of course.’ He extended his hand, gently squeezing hers inside his much larger one. ‘You, ah, weren’t what I was expecting.’

She smiled. ‘Yeah, I get that a lot.’ With a tilt of her head, she gestured to where she’d been seated. ‘I have a table already.’

‘Sure, after you.’

He followed her toward the back corner, and though it could have been wishful thinking on her part, she swore she felt his gaze burning into her back. She didn’t intend to – and mentally kicked herself after doing so – but she still put a little extra sway in her hips as she led him to the secluded corner booth.

Once they made it to the table, she slid in to her side easily, watching in amusement as he folded his too-large frame into the booth made for someone much smaller.

‘Have you been waiting long, Alex?’ His voice was quiet, low, and seeped into her bones like honey.

She cleared her throat, trying to table the undeniable attraction she felt for him. ‘Just a few minutes.’

‘Sorry I’m late. It’s always a bitch getting out after a game, let alone after the semi-finals.’

‘It’s no problem. I figured as much.’ She leant forward, and grinned. ‘Reporters can be such vultures.’

He laughed, full and rich, as the hint of a dimple peeked out from his left cheek. That was something she’d never seen in any photo shoot he’d done. Though she couldn’t remember him offering anything other than an icy stare in the pictures she’d seen. In every single article she’d read about him, he came off as tough as nails, not personable, and strictly about the game. Because of that, she’d been dreading the interview.

And while she could admit he was intimidating, she also knew that smile spoke of mischief and fun. With Gavin’s easy, relaxed nature, his genuine laugh, and the playful glint in his eyes – not to mention the fact that she wanted to climb over the table and mount him like a race horse – she knew she was going to enjoy the next 30 minutes with him.

‘Can I get you a drink?’ she asked, pulling her notes from her bag.

‘Isn’t that my line?’

A slow smile spread across her lips. If he wanted to flirt, she could give it back to him. Leaning forward, she rested her forearms on the table. ‘Normally, I’d say yes, but this is business not pleasure.’

He shook his head and leant toward her, mimicking her position. ‘That’s a shame, Alex.’

The way her name rolled off his lips was a seduction all in itself.

‘That it is.’ 

Meet the Author

Elizabeth Coldwell joined Xcite Books in 2011. Formerly the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine and co-founder of the Guild of Erotic Writers, she has been writing erotic fiction for over twenty years and her work has been widely published in the UK and US. She enjoys writing across the spectrum of erotica genres, from m/m space opera to girl/girl messy fun, vanilla to BDSM, paranormal to contemporary.

Lynn Lake’s fantasies could fill a book – and have (or, at least, parts of many, many books). Her imagination substitutes for a somewhat dreary existence in the middle of nowhere home to a particularly harsh climate. She’s a frustrated crime writer (few markets) and an unfulfilled SF author (no science background). Her erotic experiences, frankly, look better on paper, where she need not discriminate based on couplings, positionings, flogging devices, and/or binding materials. Rich, thick, wet ink spilling out of the golden nib of a finely-crafted fountain pen onto bright, white, textured paper is a form of ecstasy to her, free of STD’s.

She has a cat and an insatiable craving to express herself. 

Inspiration comes from everywhere, everything, and everybody she meets or sees or visualizes, but mostly from her mind (very often early in the morning when she first wakes up). She doesn’t wait for the wet muse to tingle her in the appropriate places, however; oftentimes she just sits and stares at a blank piece of paper (Hilroy, lined, in a wire-bound notebook) until an idea strikes her and she pen-strokes it, first into a brief outline, and then into a full story (which usually goes through a, minimum, three-draft process). She’s fairly well-read and quite good at mimicking other styles, which helps in the whole process, as does her natural shyness.

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