Secrets, Volume 30: Desires Unleashed

Secrets, Volume 30: Desires Unleashed




Cox Club—Alice Gaines
At the urging of her best friend, Andi Crawford visits an exclusive club in order to find some sexual satisfaction after her divorce. The last person she expects to find at a place like Club Cox is her overbearing ex-husband, Blake. But, he's there and as tempting as ever. Can she maintain her independence, or will she surrender to the intense physical pleasure only he can give her?

To My Reader: The great thing about writing is the ability to portray the world the way it ought to exist. There really ought to be clubs where women can go to fulfill every sensual and sexual fantasy. I've created such a club in this story. Enjoy the fantasy!

Kat On a Hot Tin Roof—Maree Anderson
Workaholic architect, Jace Burton, inadvertently flashes Kat Meyer, who later turns up at a crucial meeting...and seduces him in the bathroom. She's one of the designers vying to impress him. And boy, is he impressed to discover her prowling his house—naked. Kat has no clue what's causing her nocturnal wanderings. And when Jace discovers she's the victim of a zodiac curse, will he fight to keep her, or run for the hills?

To My Reader: When my kids were small, their favorite story was Slinky Malinki, about a cat-burglar of the feline persuasion, and I once owned a cat that used to carry stuff around in his mouth. So I was just waiting for an excuse to incorporate a clever cat-burglar into one of my stories, and voilà! Kat On A Hot Tin Roof.
My heroine, Kat, blames the "gifts" left on her pillow each night on Cupcake, her pet cat. And when she wakes up naked, curled atop her bed, she believes she's been sleepwalking—bare-assed naked sleepwalking. What other explanation could there possibly be? Hmmm. That would be telling ;-)

Oh, the endless possibilities for fun and embarrassment, LOL. Poor Kat. With all the weirdness in her life right now, the last thing she needs is a sexy alpha male, who sends her dormant hormones into orbit. So of course, that's exactly who rocks into town and turns her life upside down. And when Jace gets up-close-and-personal with Kat, he discovers there's far more to this cat-burglar caper than meets the eye.
I hope you enjoy Jace and Kat's story!

Kellen's Conquest by Anne Kane
Orphaned as a child, Mia's most cherished dream is to settle down and have a family of her own. Kellen may be the sexiest man in the known worlds, but he's AlphElite and when they settle down, it's with one of their own kind. When someone sets him up to kill her, Kellen decides to kidnap her and keep her by his side until he's sure she's safe. They traverse the stars, stopping to fight off a sentient reptile and enlist the help of Kaelin's teammates to find out who wants her dead, and more importantly, why.

To My Reader: I love to fantasize about what the future might hold for mankind. One thing I'm sure about is that love will still make it all worthwhile. I hope you enjoy reading Kellen and Mia's story as much as I enjoyed telling it.

Scoundrel in a Kilt by Nicole North
Brodie, Chieftain of Clan MacCain, is a dark, sensual Scottish scoundrel who loves nothing more than being a selkie shape-shifter, even if he has been cursed by a witch of the dark arts. Stunning modern day supermodel Erin Schultz blazes into his 1621 world like a falling star. Though he's certain she will shatter life as he knows it by breaking his curse, he can't resist her tantalizing seduction.

To My Reader: Nothing's hotter than a Highland hunk in a kilt... except when he takes off that kilt. I hope you enjoy my wicked, dark shape-shifting selkie scoundrel, Brodie, as much as the time-traveling heroine, Erin, does. This is the third tale in my shape-shifter series. The first was Devil in a Kilt in Secrets Volume 27 Untamed Pleasures. The second was Beast in a Kilt in Secrets Volume 29 Indulge Your Fantasies. The selkie is an ancient Scottish legend and I loved putting my own sexy spin on it.

I dedicate this story to my wonderfully supportive husband. I love you! I also dedicate this story to my amazing critique group and friends, Rebel Romance Writers: Terry, Carol, Randy, Betty, Judy, Tammy and Pam. I also dedicate this story to another fantastic critique partner and friend, Vanessa. You've all been an incredible help to me. Thank you!

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781603100106
Publisher: Red Sage Publishing, Incorporated
Publication date: 07/31/2011
Series: Red Sage Secrets Series , #30

Read an Excerpt

Cox Club By Alice Gaines
Chapter 1—Partial

The cab stopped in the absolutely last place you'd expect to find an exclusive sex club. One lone light bulb barely made a dent in the drizzle, but you wouldn't want to see too much in this neighborhood, anyway.

Nothing but run-down warehouses, some with forklifts sitting outside. From the peeling paint on others, it appeared they hadn't held any merchandise for years.

The driver looked back over his seat. "You ladies sure you want to get out here?"

"Thank you, yes." Andi Crawford's friend, Carol, fumbled in her purse for a few seconds and then passed the man several twenties. "Keep the change."

He took them briefly and then grunted his approval. "You'll pardon my saying so, but this block don't look safe."

Andi sat in the darkest part of the cab, back between the seat and the rear window. The place wasn't safe. In fact, he had no idea how unsafe it was, but not for the reason he thought.

Carol opened the cab door, grabbed Andi's arm, and hauled them both onto the street. She continued holding onto Andi as she closed the door again and the cab drove away. Obviously, she thought Andi would bolt, and she could very well be right. But in this part of town, wearing three inch heels and a short skirt, Andi wasn't going anywhere without the cab.

Why had she let Carol talk her into this?

Oh hell, she knew damned well. She hadn't had an orgasm in six months—except for the ones that woke her up from a dream sometimes. Not since Blake, damn him, anyway.

Kat on a Hot Tin Roof by Maree Anderson
Chapter 1—Partial

Anyone spotting the cat crouched on the rooftop could be forgiven for thinking that it was a mini panther. It was sleek and muscular, and its short, jet-black coat had a glossy sheen that begged to be petted and stroked. But, one glance at its copper-penny colored eyes dispelled any notion that this was a domesticated creature who would tolerate such indignities. It was wild. It had a mind of its own. A distinctly un-catlike mind.

And an agenda.

The cat didn't understand why it had been drawn to this particular house. Only that instinct had prodded and poked it until it had succumbed to the primal pull of a force it couldn't deny. It leaped from the rooftop to a fence paling, streaked across the inch-wide strip of wood capping the fence, then launched itself from the fence and hit the ground running. It darted across the grass, its lithe form winding between bushes and landscape plantings, barely raising a disturbance at its passing. At the side door of the house it came to an abrupt halt and paused, sniffing the air. Then it pushed its head against the cat-flap and prowled through into the kitchen.

It wasn't looking for food. Just as well, because there was no cat-lover residing here. No pets at all, in fact. And certainly no food left out for bold strays to sample.

The cat gathered itself to leap. In one smooth movement, it bounded from the floor to the marble countertop. It paused there a moment, whiskers twitching, ears alert for unwelcome intruders before hopping into the sink and lapping at the tiny puddle of water.

Moonlight filtered through the open blinds, painting the pale walls with linear swathes of luminous silver. The glint from a moon-kissed trinket sitting on a saucer by the sink drew the cat's attention. It stepped neatly from the sink to the countertop and slinked over to investigate.

The cat sniffed the trinket, scenting human male—

Kellen's Conquest by Anne Kane
Chapter 1—Partial

Year: 2478

Place: Earth Colony 6, Urali System

Mia looked around and rolled her eyes. Kellen's office looked the same as it had six months ago—sterile. The man needed a decorator, or at least a can of paint. Beige did not count as a color.

She crossed to the computer console, gliding on the balls of her feet. Her childhood in the projects had taught her the art of moving stealthily. Now, with a practiced flick of her wrist, she unwrapped the little dragon charm from around her neck. This charm, which she had named Spike, interfaced her neural implants with external systems using its A.I. base program. Its eyes opened, and pale green sparks glittered within the jewel-like lenses.

The computer's access port gaped wide for easy access. Mia hesitated uneasily and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Frowning, she took a moment to check the shadows for potential problems.

This had been easy. Too easy. Kellen might be a lot of things, but he wasn't a fool. A sinking feeling landed in the pit of her stomach. She bit her lip and placed the little dragon on the computer interface board. Closing her eyes, she let her mind slip away and merge with the vast array of data banks.

Although she made her living as a data courier and thief, this wasn't theft. Not really. The file, the original idea, years of research and the design of the weapon all belonged to her. She'd just been too hasty when she departed, leaving the documentation and proof of her hard work behind.

Ah. There it is. Mia directed the download of the weapon specs through her implant to the little dragon, quickly running the data through a scanner to make sure the contents were intact. Perfect. She pulled her consciousness out of the computer.

"Not going to stay long enough to say hi?" The lazy drawl sent heat racing through her gut, even as she silently cursed the speaker. Kellen lounged inside the doorway, blocking the only way out. The smug look on his face confirmed what she already knew. He set me up. She'd waltzed into the lion's den like a naive idiot.

Damn! She should have known better.

Scoundrel in a Kilt by Nicole North
Chapter 1—Partial

Scotland, present day

"I'm in hell," Erin Shultz muttered between chattering teeth. Frozen hell!

"Concentrate, Erin!" Sam, the creative director of the photo shoot called, his voice carried away by the icy Highland wind whipping off the Atlantic and across the castle's roof.

Didn't he know it was damned hard to concentrate on edgy poses when one's nipples were in danger of freezing and falling off? The thin silk dress, studded with millions of sequins, didn't do a thing to deflect the wind.

"We're looking for ethereal but sexy," Kincaid, the fashion designer and client, reminded her. "Mythical but earthy. Pretend you're a mermaid."

A mermaid? On top of a castle? That made a lot of sense.

Determined to get a great photo even if it killed her, Erin focused on her stiff facial muscles. Move, damn you!

Three more blinding flashes.

"That's a wrap!" Sam waved.

Erin dashed inside the castle, grabbed her coat from the female assistant, and wrapped her shivering body within the heavy wool. "Thank you. I have to find some heat."

"Kincaid isn't impressed by your photos, Erin." Sam's voice echoed from behind her.

Her stomach dropped as she spun to face him. "He loved my look before. I thought those last few shots were great."

Sam's hard gray eyes and tight ponytail made his expression appear more severe than usual. "We're scheduling a re-shoot for tomorrow. Something isn't translating into the pictures this time. Are you distracted? What's going on?"

"Nothing. I'm fine." Why did he bother asking? He didn't care about her financial problems. "I'm simply not used to working in such extreme cold," Erin said. And the world was indeed a cold place.

Sam patted her back. "Do better tomorrow."

She nodded and watched him walk away. Her eyes burned and her throat ached. How could I screw up so badly?

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