Direct Deposit' by Summer Devon Five years ago she and her husband had used him in a strange threesome that turned out to be less about passion than about an infertile couple's desperation. Now Zack Reese spotted Colleen Madison's name on a list of fertility centre clients he's supposed to interview for a story about some sperm donor. His curiosity, and his haunting memory of her glorious naked body, overcomes his reluctance to contact her. Divorced and infertile - yet finally content with her life - Colleen is ...
Direct Deposit' by Summer Devon Five years ago she and her husband had used him in a strange threesome that turned out to be less about passion than about an infertile couple's desperation. Now Zack Reese spotted Colleen Madison's name on a list of fertility centre clients he's supposed to interview for a story about some sperm donor. His curiosity, and his haunting memory of her glorious naked body, overcomes his reluctance to contact her. Divorced and infertile - yet finally content with her life - Colleen is shaken when the man she'd unwittingly deceived re-enters her life. She can't forget that their one encounter left her wanting more. His re-entry into her life reawakens a passion she thought she'd lost years earlier. 'Strategic Withdrawal' by Alexis Fleming WANTED: Sperm Donor #69. Tired of using a test tube? Sick of the sterility of the lab? If so, come join me for two weeks of red-hot lovin.' Satisfaction guaranteed! Mandy Dodds wants a baby before her biological clock implodes. A withdrawal from a donor bank smacks too much of buying a baby for Mandy's sensibilities so she comes up with a plan. Track down Sperm Donor #69, the father of three clients' babies, and do things the old-fashioned way. Travis McCloud seems to be that man. But there's just something about him that doesn't add up. What will Mandy's reaction be when she finds out Travis McCloud has been using her for his own agenda? 'Playing the Ace' by Lyn Cash Look at photos of a gorgeous female form with his left hand, become intimate with his Johnson with his right, give the nice nurse his resulting specimen, and walk back to his dorm with a pocketful of cash. Who knew that a few random deposits during his college years would yield such a grand lifetime investment by the time he was in his thirties? Ace discovers how wealthy he is when he meets the blonde bombshell attorney representing two of the children he spawned back when he was known as Sperm Donor #69.
Bobbie Cole is the multi-published author of over fifty short stories and confessions, a couple of non-fiction books, and over a dozen novellas and novels. Her mainstream fiction is written under Bobbie Cole, her erotic fiction under the pen names of Lyn Cash and Cash Cole.
Summer Devon is the alter ego Kate Rothwell who invented Summer's name in the middle of a nasty blizzard whilst talking to her sister who longed to visit some friends in Devon, England, so the name Summer Devon is all about desire. Kate/Summer lives in Connecticut, USA and also writes gaslight historicals under her own name. Summer has a blog and a MySpace page, so be sure to catch up with her at: Summer's Blog and at her myspace page: Summer's MySpace. Summer is also involved with a couple of groups but the one she's been a part of the longest is Romance Unleashed. So, be sure to catch up with me at any of these places.
Alexis Fleming is one of those strange people who live inside their mind. No, she doesn’t hear little voices... Well, she does, just not the type you're thinking of. Alexis’ world is peopled with interesting characters and exciting possibilities that come to life in each and every book she writes. Her first love has always been romance, whether on this world or the next. Hot, sizzling relationships with a dash of comedy and a few trials and tribulations thrown in to test her characters.When she’s not tied to her computer creating sizzling stories to tempt her readers, she helps run a busy motel set on the edge of a National Marine Park in Australia. What better place to get inspiration for the tales she turns out? A glorious sunset over the ocean, dolphins playing almost in her front yard, suntanned bodies lazing on the sand... How could she not get caught up in the eroticism of that?
Direct Deposit by Summer Devon “Fuck.” That was the right word. “Fuck this.” Zack relished the way the words filled his empty apartment. He stared at his laptop’s screen and marvelled at how the simple arrangement of letters could create the sensation of a kick in the gut. He shouldn’t have been surprised to find Colleen Madison’s name on the list of the fertility clinic’s clients who were willing to be contacted for an interview. Well, well, so the Madisons had eventually gone to professional donors. Good to see outside confirmation that his own donation to Colleen and Tyler’s breeding efforts hadn’t taken. Thank God for little blessings—or lack of them. Zack clicked from the page to a blank screen. He’d email a pitch to everyone on the list except the Madisons, and he began typing a bland note requesting an interview. The feature assignment struck him as pure fluff, not his favourite sort of story, but he needed the money and this magazine paid well. Dear Parent, he began, then sat back in his chair and stared at nothing—and saw the gorgeous Colleen. When he’d met her, all three of them had been in college and she’d been Tyler’s girlfriend. Zack had been taking British Literature that semester and had decided her quiet beauty belonged in another century. She wasn’t like other women. Even the way she’d pulled up her brown hair and attached it to the back of her head with a complex arrangement of pins was different, old fashioned. The pile of hair looked right with her pale skin, small rosebud mouth, and delicate features. Apparently he had some desire to bang a Victorian because back then he’d get hard just thinking about her graceful throat. Ha. Maybe if he hadn’t lusted after her for years the whole stupid incident wouldn’t still bug him. He hit backspace and tried again. Hello, My name is Zack Reese and I am writing a piece about the offspring of sperm donor number sixty-nine. I hope I can talk to you about your child. “Lame.” Backspace, delete. He returned to the email with the list of names. Her phone number was local. Funny, he’d thought they’d moved. Maybe he should just see what they’d say…No, he was not interested in calling. He pushed back the chair and went into the kitchen. Rummaging around the fridge, he found a bottle of seltzer. He flipped the cap into the trash and gulped down half the bottle thinking about his one foray into a marriage bed. The best that could be said of the bizarre adventure was that it wasn’t his marriage or his bed. It had started without a hint of weirdness. Lonely in the new town, he’d run into Tyler at the gym. Tyler had never been Zack’s favourite human—they had been on the college hockey team together—but he’d been glad to see a familiar face and they’d talked as they’d worked out. After that, the three of them had gone out for dinner occasionally. Wolfing down pizza, Zack and Tyler had talked a lot about nothing in particular, sports, cars, sports cars, the usual entertaining but insignificant shit. Colleen had contributed the occasional quiet, dead-on remark. At the gym, Tyler had soon become chummier. He’d creeped Zack out with all the questions about his sex life and health—until Zack had demanded to know why the hell Tyler wanted to know about his last AIDS test. That’s when the man had let it spill.