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Jaid Black is the founder and driving force of Ellora's Cave Publishing, the award-winning online source for erotic literature. She is also the founder and publisher of Lady Jaided, a sexy new magazine for women. Her novella "Hunter's Right" appears in the collection Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down, and her novel Deep, Dark & Dangerous is forthcoming from Pocket Books in March 2006. Vistit her on the web at www.jaidblack.com.
Sherrilyn Kenyon is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of several series, including the Bureau of American Defense novels BAD Attitude, Phantom in the Night, Whispered Lies, and Silent Truth and the Belador series that includes Blood Trinity, Alterant, and The Curse. Since her first book debuted in 1993 while she was still in college, she has placed more than eighty novels on the New York Times list in all formats and genres, including manga and graphic novels, and has more than 70 million books in print worldwide. She lives with her family near Nashville, Tennessee. Visit her website at SherrilynKenyon.com.
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Playing Easy to Get
By Sherrilyn Kenyon
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If there was a Richter scale for erotic experiences, this one would shatter the record.
Robin Daniels moaned deep in her throat as her lover's hand slid slowly up the inside of her thigh in an electrifying caress that culminated with his long, lean fingers stroking her between her thighs where she was wet and hot, waiting for him. She'd been craving him for weeks now. This man with the perfect male body, killer smile and eyes so green they didn't seem to be real.
Perfect lips that quirked up with a wicked charm. Lips that did naughty things to her body. She couldn't wait to feel his cock deep and hard inside her. To hold him close while he thrust himself into her over and over until they were both sweaty and spent.
His touch set her on fire.
But if either one of them were ever caught during one of their secret meetings, their lives would be over.
Their love would be over.
So he came to her at night like some incubus who needed to feed from her body.
She could deny him nothing. Whatever he asked, she would gladly cede.
Opening her legs, Robin gave him full access to the part of her that craved him most. The part of her that was aching and wet, desperate for his touch.
It was an invitation he took boldly as he slidhis fingers even deeper inside her, seeking out her warmth and making her body burn with frenzied lust.
Robin hissed, arching her back. Her breasts tightened, straining against the cotton of her T-shirt.
"That's it," he said, his voice deep and husky. "Show me how much you want me."
"I want you, baby," she murmured, barely recognizing her own voice as she took his hard cock into her hand and toyed with the sensitive tip of it.
Oh yes, he felt good there. She let his wetness coat her fingers while she stroked him, exploring the hard, long length of him. She ran her hungry fingers over the thick, heavy vein, down lower until she could cup his sac in her palm.
He groaned at her gentle caress.
She captured his lips with hers, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth as she tasted him fully.
Before this night was over, she would make him hers for all eternity.
After tonight, Brendan would never want another woman.
She was going to ride him until he begged her for mercy....
"Allison. Cleanup, aisle five."
Allison George jerked her head up from her book as she heard her name called over the intercom. It wasn't until the manager had repeated his command that she left her dream world completely.
Damn. She was just getting to the really good part.
It never failed.
Sighing, she flipped to the front of the book and looked wistfully at the advertisement.
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Allison ran her hand over the words. Had she ever dreamed of getting away?
Was Brendan about to give Robin the best sex of her life?
Was he primo fabuloso?
Of course she dreamed of getting away. Every minute of every day. Unfortunately, that seemed about as likely as Brendan stepping out of his book and making her his fantasy lover.
Or of a house landing on top of her evil floor manager during a tornado and putting him out of her misery.
And speaking of the devil, he was headed straight for her. Allison hid her novel behind her back as her manager came down the book aisle with a stern grimace on his face. At fifty-two with salt and pepper hair, Dan might have been attractive at some point, but the constant disdainful sneer robbed him of any appeal.
"Allison, there's a toddler who threw up on aisle five. Move your butt. We can't leave it there for someone to step in." He barely looked her way as he went past her.
Oh yeah, her life was just one great big bowl full of cherries.
If she was really lucky, maybe on her way home some uninsured driver would plow into her beat-up Dodge Neon and total it while leaving her completely hale and whole enough to walk back to work tomorrow and mop up more vomit. She sighed in disgust.
Wondering if she had just in fact conjured up another visit from the Bad Luck Fairy, Allison tucked the romance novel into her smock pocket.
For weeks now she'd been carrying it around, rereading the entry form and debating on whether or not she should enter.
But why bother?
No one like her ever won anything anyway. It was always some rich doctor or lawyer. Someone other than her. Someone who didn't really need the money or the break.
Still that tiny voice in her head kept saying, "Yeah, but maybe this once..."
She hated that voice. It had gotten her into plenty of trouble in her life.
Grabbing a broom and the special dry solution she needed to clean up the mess, Allison went to the aisle and tried not to think about just how much she truly hated her job.
As she worked, a small smile hovered at her lips. Hey look, I'm already Cinderella. All they need to do is send me over to housewares with the fireplaces and have me clean those out and I'm in business.
She looked up and it took a full second for the voice to register. It was one she hadn't heard in way too long.
The two of them had been best friends in high school. And in the ten years since they had graduated, Margaret hadn't changed a bit.
"Maggie May!" she exclaimed, using her old nickname for her friend.
The broom forgotten, Allison hugged her tight, grateful to see a friendly face again. "Good Lord, how long has it been?"
"Six or seven years, at least."
Allison's eyes teared up as she stepped back. Maggie's elegant blond hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail. She wore a black pair of slacks and a chic, short-sleeved black sweater. But then Maggie had always looked like some fashion model walking away from a shoot. "You look fantastic!"
Maggie beamed, until she looked Allison up and down and then the smile faltered. Not in a condescending way, but in a way that said, "I'm sorry I got out and you got trapped in this godforsaken place."
Allison offered her a joking grin, even though a part of her was mortified at what she knew Maggie saw.
She stood in front of her elegant friend in her dark blue polyester smock, ill-fitting jeans and faded-out, oversized shirt. Worse, her own frizzy blond hair was in bad need of a trim and deep conditioning. Neither of which she could afford at the moment.
"I'm sorry about your mom," Margaret said quietly. "Had I known, I would have been here for the funeral."
Allison patted her arm as her throat tightened. She'd loved her mother more than anything. Ten years ago when she and Maggie had graduated high school, Maggie had gone to the University of Georgia, then moved off to New York after graduation to be an editor. Meanwhile, Allison had stayed home to help her mother, who was dying of cancer. For nine years her mother had fought hard and then last spring, she'd lost the war.
God, how she missed her. It was still a raw, aching pain inside her. Her mother had been everything to her.
"I know," she said, rubbing Maggie's arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't even think about sending word to you until after the funeral was over. I just wasn't in my right mind."
Maggie nodded in understanding. "You've been busy. My mom told me that you're engaged to Gary Mitchell. Congrats. I know how much you always loved him."
Allison drew a shaky breath as she thought about her rattlesnake ex. "Yeah," she said in an overly exaggerated tone. "Just l-o-v-e him to pieces."
"Uh-oh. That sounds ominous."
She sighed as she picked up the broom. "Well, I found the dog in bed a week ago with one of the strippers from the Night Owl."
Maggie's face showed the horror Allison had felt when she'd stumbled in late from work to find the two of them going at it in her bed. "No!"
"What did you do?"
"I grabbed my broom, swept both pieces of trash out of my house, then I went through and decided it was time to do a little fall cleaning. I gathered up everything of his I could find, threw it into a pile on my front lawn and then proceeded to have a weenie roast. I'm told you could see the flames for up to a mile away."
Maggie laughed. "What did Gary do?"
"He called the cops and I spent the night in jail. But it was so worth it. I just wish I'd been able to get my shotgun loaded before the police got there and had had a chance to fill his backside with buckshot...."
"Allison? Are you on break?"
Allison cringed at Dan's voice coming from behind her. She looked around to see his soured frown. "I'm just helping a customer, Dan. She wanted to know where the lightbulbs were."
He didn't buy it for a minute.
Allison led Maggie away from his hearing. "Sorry, Maggie, I can't really talk right now."
Nodding, Maggie let her gaze dip down to the pocket of Allison's smock where the top of her book was peeking out. She smiled. "Sugar and Spice by Rachel Fire. You like it?"
"I love it. It's a great book."
Maggie's smile widened. "I edited it."
"You did not!"
"Yes, I did. She's one of the authors I discovered last year." Maggie tilted her head and looked back down the aisle to where Dan was still watching them. "Look, I don't want to get you into trouble. What time do you get off work?"
"Okay, I'll be waiting out in the front lot with a pizza, a pack of Ho Hos and beer. Sound good?"
Allison laughed. When Maggie had been a college student, they would always celebrate her homecomings with pizza, Ho Hos and beer. A disgusting and yet somehow quite tasty salute.
"Sounds great. I'll see you in three hours."
Maggie stepped away from Allison, and headed straight toward the middle-aged floor manager who had been eyeballing them with tangible rancor.
"That's a great employee you have there," Maggie said to him. "She really knows the store."
He gave her a semi-hostile glare and walked off, leaving her with the childish desire to stick her tongue out at the soured beast.
But that would wait.
Pulling her phone out of her pocket, Maggie turned to see Allison straightening shelves.
She checked her wristwatch.
It was right at nine o'clock, and she knew exactly where her boss would be. Where he always was...sitting at his desk, working late into the night.
Z answered his cell phone on the third ring.
"Hey, Mr. Z, shouldn't you be at home?" It was an old joke between them. In truth, she was just as bad to work late as he was. But then she loved her job as an editor and as the head contest coordinator, and as a result, she had a hard time leaving her work behind at the end of the day.
"And why are you calling me at nine o'clock when you're supposed to be on vacation?" he asked in that deep sexy/provocative voice that always made her shiver.
But not nearly as much as the breathtaking man who held it. At six foot four, with a lean, rippling body that had been built for sweaty, exhausting sex, Wulfgar Zimmerman was one of the sexiest men who had ever been born.
"Oh because I've found us a live one," Maggie said. "Allison George. I went to high school with her and if she isn't a prime candidate for Hideaway Heroine, then I'm not a workaholic and you're not rich."
Z was silent.
Maggie imagined him sitting at his large mahogany desk, staring out onto his breathtaking view of the New York skyline with the light of his desk lamp cutting across the chiseled planes of his face.
Wulfgar Zimmerman, Z to his friends and family, was one of the richest men in the world.
He was also the loneliest.
Though to be honest, Maggie couldn't figure out why. There were plenty of women, herself included, who would practically sell their souls to call him their own. But Z wasn't interested. Ever since his wife had died three years ago, he'd withdrawn from the world.
She wondered if anyone would ever be able to reach him again.
"Island B is open," he said at last. "You set things up on your end and let me know what you need to do to put this plan into motion."
"You got it, boss."
"Try not to work too much while you're at home. Enjoy your family. There's nothing else like them in the world."
She smiled. Z was also the kindest man she'd ever known. No wonder everyone in the company was so loyal to him. He didn't believe in treating them like employees. He treated them like family.
He answered in kind, then hung up.
Maggie turned her phone off as she glanced back to where Allison was helping a customer.
Little did her friend know, her life was about to take an unexpected turn.
Nothing would ever be the same for Allison again.
copyright 2006 by Sherrilyn Kenyon
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