Secrets, Volume 6: The Best in Women's Erotic Romance

Secrets, Volume 6: The Best in Women's Erotic Romance


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ISBN-13: 9780964894266
Publisher: Red Sage Publishing, Incorporated
Publication date: 12/28/2000
Series: Red Sage Secrets Series , #6
Pages: 316
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.80(d)

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Engrossed as she was in Glamour's Do's and Don'ts, Jeannie Lawrence scarcely noticed when the elevator jolted to an abrupt halt. She did notice when the lights went out.

"Oh, come on!" she cried, slapping her magazine shut. Getting stuck in an elevator during a power outage was nowhere on her to-do list. Today, anyway.

"Not now," a voice muttered, and she nearly shrieked. She hadn't known anyone else was in the elevator with her. When she had her nose in a book or magazine, she wouldn't have noticed if Barney the Dinosaur was in the elevator with her.

"Well, this is a fine fix, huh?" she asked the voice. "Of all the days to drop my ad copy off early! I guess it's true — no good deed goes unpunished. What are you going to be late for? Me, I'm trying to beat the rush hour traffic to the bridge. I can't stand it when—"


The voice was a pleasant baritone, one she liked despite its abruptness. She hushed, not offended. Some people didn't like talking to strangers. Or maybe this guy was claustrophobic. Or—what was fear of the dark? Darkophobic? Whatever it was, he was clearly unhappy to be trapped in an elevator for who knew how long. Poor guy. She hoped he didn't get the screaming meemies. There was nothing worse than a grown man having hysterics.

"Sorry," she said, then added, "I'm sure we won't be here long."

She heard a sound and recognized it immediately: the man trapped with her had taken a couple steps back. Almost as if he was trying to put as much space between them as he could.

Exasperated, she said, "For crying out loud! I don't have cooties. Anymore," she added, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Be quiet.And step into the far corner. Now."

"The hell I will!" She turned toward the voice. "Look, just because you're feeling antisocial doesn't mean I—"

"Don't." No pleasant baritone that time. That one sounded like a growl, like he'd forced the word out through gritted teeth. "Don't come near me. Keep away. When you move, you stir around the air currents and I get more of your scent."

"And that's bad, right?" Great, she thought with grim humor. Trapped with someone who skipped his medication this morning. Why didn't I take the stairs?

"No. It's not bad." His voice, low in the dark, was a throbbing baritone she could feel along her spine. "It's... extraordinary."

"Gosh, thanks." Uh-huh. Clearly a nutcake, sexy voice or no. She hadn't had time to put perfume on after her shower. He couldn't smell a damn thing, except maybe a lingering whiff of Dial soap. "Do you have a special doctor you tell these things to? Someone you should call when we get out of here?" He barked laughter. "I'm not insane. I'm not surprised that's the conclusion you've drawn, though. What is your name?"

"Jane Doe."

He chuckled softly. "What harm could it do to tell me your real name?"


"Just how many vampires does the FBI have on the payroll?" Dana asked, sounding as cool as Sam Donaldson grilling the President. A real feat considering the rapid heartbeat he could hear slamming out her terror. The question startled an admiring laugh out of him.

"Damn, you've got guts. No brains to speak of, but guts to spare."

"Just doing my job, Agent. And you didn't answer the question."

"I'm not with the FBI. It's another federal agency all together."


"I could tell you." Archer smiled slowly as he put his own spin on the old spook joke. "But then I'd have to bite you."

"I could guess, and you could nod," Dana suggested boldly. "The Bureau of Vampire Intelligence? The Central Vampire Agency?" Her full mouth twitched in an impish smile. "Fangs 'R' Us?"

"The Federal Office of Inquiry and Analysis." She wouldn't remember it in ten minutes anyway.

"Never heard of it."

"I'd be worried if you had."

"Sounds more like accountants than vampires."

"That's the idea."

"How long have you been a vampire, anyway?"

Archer shook his head. "I can't believe you're trying to interview me. Not thirty minutes ago, you watched me come close to tearing out a man's throat. Most people would be babbling right about now."

"I'm babbling on the inside. How long have you been a vampire?"

"Two hundred and twenty-six years." He just wanted to see her reaction. She didn't give him one.

"How long have you been working for the government?"

"Two hundred and twenty-three."


"Thank you," Dr. Slade said. He set his pen aside and reached toward Felicity. His fingers touched the top button of the shirt she wore, and she jumped nearly out of her skin. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly. "I only want to look at your throat."

She took a steadying breath and tried to relax as he unfastened the button and moved the fabric aside. He peered intently at her skin, at the violent flush that covered her neck and shoulders. Then he moved his hands to where the pulse beat at the base of her throat. He must have liked what he discovered there, because a tiny smile crossed his lips. He closed the shirt and studied her. "You're embarrassed."


"Is it only that? Or is there more reason for you to color like this?"

She could lie. Anyone would be embarrassed to tell a story like that. He'd believe her if she lied. "There's more," she answered. "Much more."

He made no comment but merely rose from his chair and walked to a book shelf, leaving her to sit where she was. Miserable and ashamed and excited beyond any reason. She hugged the shirt around her naked body and moved once again, trying to find some release. But everything she did made matters worse.

After a moment, he returned with a large volume bound in leather. "I want you to look at some pictures and tell me how they make you feel."

He resumed his seat and set the book in front of her. "What do you know about the male anatomy?"

If it was possible for her skin to grow even hotter, it did. She could feel the blush to the roots of her hair. "I've seen my cat groom himself. I know there's something that grows stiff on a man the same way it does on my cat."

"But you've never seen a man in that state."

"No. Cousin Henry did push his hips against me that time, and I felt a hardness there. I assume that's what that was."

"Charming fellow, your cousin Henry," he said. "You're not marrying him, I hope."

"Certainly not. No one in my family can abide him."

"Good." He opened the book, looking at the pages upside-down. "Look at this picture and tell me what you see."

She glanced down and found a picture of a naked man and woman sitting on a blanket in a sunlit grove. A very distinct protuberance stuck straight out from the man's body. "It looks like a shaft, I imagine," she said. "And there's a rather large, reddened tip on the end."

"Does it frighten you?" he said.

"No," she answered. "That is, yes, a little. But it's not unattractive, either. It's compelling in an odd way."

"Look at some more pictures," he said.

She turned a page and found a brown-skinned couple, both partially clad. The man was fondling the woman's breast while she stroked his shaft. Both appeared to be enjoying themselves immensely. She turned another page, and a little cry of alarm escaped her lips before she could stop it.

"What's wrong?" he said.

"This man," she managed to gasp, looking down at the picture. It showed a man and woman in Asian dress. Preparing to couple, no doubt. But oh dear heaven, no one could be proportioned like this man. His thing was as thick as a woman's forearm and almost as long. "It isn't possible. No man could be built like this."

Dr. Slade looked at the page and laughed. "That's shenga," he said. "A Japanese form where the size of the man's cock is exaggerated for stylistic purposes."

"So, it isn't real?"

"No." He turned the page and glanced at another picture. "This is more realistic for the average man."

She studied another depiction of a male nude, his thick cock standing proudly erect. The proportions of this man seemed much more possible, but he was still very imposing, indeed. A woman was supposed to take something this large inside her body?

"May I ask you a question?" she said, looking up and meeting Dr. Slade's gaze straight on. "You're made the same as these men, aren't you?"


"Are you as big as this man?"

He looked again at the picture briefly. "Rather larger, actually."

Oh dear heaven.

"You'll see for yourself soon," he added. "All I'd need to do is stand before you now, and you'd get a very good idea of the size of my rod from the bulge in the front of my pants."

She raised her hands to her lips. "You're in that, um, state now? Even as we sit here?"

"I've been fully erect since you told me about your dream." He smiled at her, more than a hint of challenge in his eyes. "Would you like to see for yourself?"

"Oh, dear," she gasped, too terrified and too fascinated to say yes or no.

He rose and walked around the desk until he stood right in front of her. He parted the sides of his jacket, and true to his word, an enormous bulge distended his trousers. She stared at it and swallowed hard. Heaven help her, her fingers ached to touch the thing. To stroke him and see what he'd do. But she didn't. She just sat and gaped at him.

After what seemed like several minutes, he reached out a hand toward her. "Come."


In the dark of the moon, a phantom shadow masked and dressed in black stalked his target. With cat-like silence he slipped down the hall to her bedroom in the rear wing of the gigantic house.

The timing and execution had been perfect. The moonless night, the disabled security system, and access to Madison's estate. He paused, listening to his breathing, preparing to make his move.

Grimly, Flint smiled. Madison had brought him off a big assignment in Australia, given him a detailed floor plan and a picture of his pretty daughter.

"A bitch on wheels," Madison had sighed. "There's not a man alive who can check her. She's a five-star general in the battle of the sexes. The good guys lose. Look, Flint, if I asked her nicely to take a vacation, she'd pry, ask too many questions. But my sources tell me International Investments is not unwilling to threaten family members to up the leverage during a merger." He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands. "Take her to a place I don't know. I'll spread the word she's on safari. Call my lawyer in Lisbon once a week. I'll leave word so you'll know when it's over."

"She'll be scared. How much do I tell her?" Flint thumbed the picture of the leggy blond.

"Anything, but for God's sake, don't tell her I'm involved."

The glacial captain of industry had a note of panic in his voice.

"Some simple kidnapping story should suffice. I'll pay the non-existent ransom, and you'll bring her home."

Flint rose, and Madison got to his feet.

"You've fought your way out of jungles, killed men with your bare hands, taken bullets meant for somebody else. You're not the kind of man who relies on luck." Madison shook his hand.

"But you'll need all the luck you can get now, you poor bastard."

Flint wrote off the warning as a dose of the tycoon's notorious gallows' humor. Apparently Madison thought snatching a woman was a big deal. Real operatives knew it was chump change compared to the tough jobs.

He turned the knob and eased the door open. Dana Madison was a motionless slender form under silk sheets in a room scented like Paradise. Walk in the park, he told himself.

But the instant he touched the bed, Dana sprang up and delivered a side snap-kick to his jaw. Good placement, he judged, but ineffective because the mattress gave her no base for balance, and he was too fast. Flint grabbed her ankle, toppled her, and covered her, feeling her lush breasts mash into his chest.

He gripped her thighs with his knees, and to shut off her cry slapped duct tape over her mouth, bound her flailing wrists and ankles. "Hush," he whispered. "Be still. I won't hurt you."

She growled behind the tape and tried to wrench out of his grasp. Easily he lifted her, carried her down the hall, and had to still her thrashings with a nerve block. He had an image of caressing her, burying his face in her throat.

Table of Contents

Flunti's Fuse1
Love's Prisoner79
The Education of Miss Felicity Wells163
A Cadidate for the Kiss231

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Secrets, Volume 6: The Best in Women's Erotic Romance 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
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Awesome story...some forced sex situation but nothing I would call a true rape although I guess it depends on the reader. It was obvious the hero, Michael loved the heroine but he was very frustrated with the her. Worth buying the book.
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Take a walk on the wild side of extreme sensuality with the latest edition of Secrets, romantic erotica at its best published by Red Sage Publishing, Inc. Secrets, Volume 6, is a collection of four erotic and deeply sensual novellas, written for women by women without the brashness typical to the genre. Keeping in mind that these stories are purposely written with a hero that is domineering, dominating, and delectable, they are reminiscent of the 'bodice rippers' written 35 years ago but with the added heat of intense sexual description. Add to the mix a strong heroine that will not be pushed around unless she wants to and you have a sensual adventure just waiting to happen. While every story is not every woman's fantasy, they are all tastefully written, entertaining and often quite witty. This collection includes the following fabulous stories by these talented author's: 'Flint's Fuse' by Sandra Fraser, 'Love's Prisoner' by MaryJanice Davidson, 'The Education of Miss Felicity Wells' by Alice Gains, and 'A Candidate for a Kiss' by Angela Knight. The 'Secrets' Collections have earned a reputation for recruiting writers who produce high quality romance with attention to detail. True to form, this most recent volume offers startling scenarios and wild passion mixed with heartwarming romance. If you're daring enough, take some time to enjoy these erotic romantic adventures when you're in the mood for something more. Secrets, Volume 6, will most definitely take your breath away!
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Red Sage stories are about when men were men and women were captured, conquered, and captivated... and loved it. And I love it. If instead you like anemic, politically correct feminist-inspired 'relationships', you'll hate these stories... unless you find yourself surrendering to them. ________________ ________________ Flint¿s Fuse by Sandy Fraser ¿ This is spicey like raw habeñero is spicey! Man captures girl (with her father's blessing, no less) and manages to subjugate the little witch. Wonderful. ________________ ________________ Love¿s Prisoner by MaryJanice Davidson ¿ I seldom find werewolves endearing, but this story is about as clever as it gets, and chills and excitement have little to do with fright. I might ever start to like fur. Frankly, I would rate it as the ONLY werewolf story worth reading. ________________ ________________ The Education of Miss Felicity Wells by Alice Gaines ¿ This Victoriana story could have- should have- been my very favorite, except for one flaw, not unlike a lover pulling away too soon. The story is darn close to original Victorian erotica, except they would not have had the flaw... Okay, my one and only problem (if I can word this carefully) is that when Miss Felicity finally 'does' Marcus Slade, I began drooling. And then... and then before she (and I) finally get our first taste of him, they pull apart, coitus interruptus! That was overly delicate even for Victorian sensibilities and what kind of education is that! Red Sage promises explicit, so give us explicit! ________________ ________________ A Candidate for the Kiss by Angela Knight ¿ I like Vampires even less than I do werewolves, and to get this one, you have to accept that vampires work for the FBI. That's silly, we know they would be much better in the IRS. The story I would give only 2 stars but the sex gets 7, so it balances out.