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RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. :: * * * PAPERBACK :: SECRETS VOLUME #1 Jeanie LeGendre, Alice Gaines, Bonnie Hamre, Ivy Landon (Paperback)
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SECRETS VOLUME 1 Trade PaperbackCopyright © BONNIE HAMRE, ALICE GAINES, JEANIE LEGENDRE, IVY LANDON 1995 All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. “Secrets is a collection of novellas for the daring, adventurous woman who’s not afraid to give her fantasies free reign.” —Kathe Robin, Romantic Times Magazine “…In fact, the men featured in all the stories are terrific, they all want to please and pleasure their women. If you like erotic romance you will love Secrets.” —Romantic Readers Review “These stories take you beyond romance into the realm of erotica. I found Secrets absolutely delicious.” —Virginia Henley, New York Times Best Selling Author A LADY'S QUEST BY BONNIE HAMRE TO MY READER Have you ever wondered what it would be like to experience exquisite lovemaking with the perfect lover? Antonia Blair-Sutworth did and look what happened! REVIEWS Bonnie Hamre’s first tale for Red Sage Publishing is a wonderful historical: "Bonnie Hamre is every bit as good as Amanda Quick and certainly a hell of a lot sexier.” —Bertice Small, Best Selling Author “Cleverly constructed, well-written, polished, sexy and wonderfully moving romantically. LOVED…the hero.” —Lynna Banning, author of Western Rose, Wildwood “What can I say but WOW!” —Diana Herald, The Old Book Barn reviewers EXCERPT FROM A LADY'S QUEST “Lady Blair-Sutworth.” Antonia glanced up and stiffened. “Your grace.” She made him the smallest curtsy imaginable. He hid a smile. “Have I offended you in some way?” Casting her emerald gaze somewhere beyond his shoulder, she murmured. “I cannot imagine why you should think so.” “Almost the cut direct should do it, wouldn’t you agree?” She slanted her head in inquiry. “A few moments ago, while you were dancing.” She paused, as if in reflection. “I don’t believe I noticed you.” “I am wounded.” Her gaze flicked up and away. “Is there not a sufficient number of women here to fawn over you? Perhaps our hosts would be good enough to import some additional female guests.” He allowed himself a small smile. “That will not be necessary. The woman I seek is already here. Shall I tell you her name?” “It is of no import. If you will excuse me?” “Not yet.” Her mouth tightened. Sutherland studied the set look to her face. Why was she so eager to rid herself of his presence? Though he found it more irritating than complimentary, he couldn’t pretend ke knew nothing about the usual reaction of women to his attention. He didn’t flatter himself that it was for himself alone, for Dougal MacDonald, that some women flirted and chatted gaily to attract his attention to their charms. It was common knowledge that he would have to marry soon to protect the title and fill his nurseries. More than one woman hoped to become his wealthy Duchess. But not yet. Marriage and children would have to wait. First, he would lay claim to Lady Antonia Blair-Sutworth. Anticipating the outcome of his intentions, he studied the tender flare of her lips and wondered how they would feel under his. His loins tightened at the thought. The music began again. A waltz. Perfect. He turned to her, but she took a step back. “I’ve promised this dance to Talbot.” She looked past his shoulder. “Here he is, now.” Sutherland turned his head and waited until the other man, a young fop by the looks of his intricately tied neckcloth, approached. Calmly, he said, “Lady Blair-Sutworth has pledged me this dance.” She caught her breath. “Oh, but I didn’t…” The young man cast her a startled glance and bowed. “My error, your grace.” “Wise of him,” Sutherland commented as the younger man retreated. He turned to lead Antonia to the floor. “Do you always get what you want?” “Always. Make a note of that, my lady.” THE SPINNER'S DREAM BY ALICE GAINES TO MY READER The most romantic worlds are the ones that live in your imagination. I’ve created one here, and now I can share it with you. REVIEWS "…a delicious and very sensual fantasy” —Bertrice Small, Best Selling Author “Alice Gaines provices her readers with an ardent romance.” —Affaire de Coeur review “The fantasy world setting…makes the reader want more. I’d love to see a novel set in this world where a male sex slave has escaped and been hidden by a priestess on a remote hut.” —Romantic Readers review EXCERPT FROM THE SPINNER'S DREAM “That was what he was, after all — a man cultivated for beauty, kept for a woman’s pleasure. She ought not to expect the scars of hard work on the chest of a man who crept in and out of his lady’s bedroom window. She ought to expect exactly what lay before her, a man so flawless her breath froze in her chest at the sight of him. A man whose perfection caught the fire’s light and held it in shining glory. “She let her fingers trail over the length of his throat to his shoulders and then along his collar bone. The man was a test — one that would be all too easy to fail. No intellectual challenge this, no bookish debate of good versus evil, but far more dangerous than that. The goddess knew her, had searched out the weakest part of her soul and had sent this man to undo all her cool contemplation. And if she let down her guard for an instant, she’d be lost.” THE GIFT BY JEANIE LEGENDRE TO MY READER The tale of a woman who dared everything to find love and a man who challenged the boundaries of culture to cherish her. While the characters and their romance are very much fictional, their world is drawn from historical fact. With that in mind… Alessandra and Solimon’s love story really might have happened. REVIEWS Jeanie LeGendre’s first tale for Red Sage Publishing pleasantly wicked: “Jeanie LeGendre gifts her audience with a fun to read erotic fairy tale.” —Affaire de Coeur review “The Sultan is the kind of man anyone would want to take home.” —Romantic Readers review EXCERPT FROM THE GIFT “Behave, my lady,” the Kislar Agha ordered, “or the Sultan will be greatly insulted. Calm yourself.” Alessandra de Got tugged the edges of the guimlik over her bare breasts, aghast at the command. Calm herself? When the very idea of bondage as the Sultan’s concubine nearly made her faint! The chief eunuch glared at her, black eyes peering from his face. “You are the Gift, and the Sultan has called you to him this eve. He wants to see how Ibrahim Pasha honors him. This is a chance to distinguish yourself, to earn a place as his favorite.” His thick-set fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face upward, preventing escape. “The Sultan is young. His energies have been devoted to fighting and strengthening the boundaries of our beloved land. His haremlik is virtually empty. He has taken no wife. Do you understand what this means?” Alessandra didn’t care. But the words stuck in the back of her throat, and no sound passed her lips. His mouth thinned into a tight smile. “His mother, the Sultan Valide, is dead. The women are his father’s slaves with no one to rule them. The Sultan has called you to him this eve, my lady, and you alone have a chance to catch his eye.” “I am no concubine. I am a French woman—” “You are the Gift!" He released her chin abruptly. “Your fate lies within the haremlik of the Sultan’s Palace. You can live life as a lowly slave, or you can attract the Sultan and claim a position of honor in his household.” Alessandra’s mind raced. A lifetime as a concubine! Sheer panic swept through her. She could not live her life imprisoned within the walls of the haremlik, her every action dictated by the lustful whim of a man. Slaves had no freedom. Every tale she had ever heard of the haremlik—and she had heard many—described a place rife with debauchery, mystery, and intrigue. She must persuade the Sultan to free her. Once he discovered she was the French Ambassador’s niece, surely he would return her. He wouldn’t risk diplomatic problems with France, would he? Taking a deep, steadying breath, Alessandra straightened her shoulders, preparing herself for what was to come. She glanced up at the Kislar Agha and nodded. He sighed in obvious relief. “All will be well. Just smile and remember what I’ve taught you.” The sleeve of his emerald satin robe swept against her neck, and she trembled as he brushed strands of hair from her face. “There, there, you are exquisite. Your silver-gilt hair is as fine as spun silk, and your skin glows like a pearl. The Sultan will be enchanted.” He reached for the corded bell pull. Instantly, the doors to the chamber opened, and she followed him past the gilded columns of the entrance into the Royal Salon. Braziers glowed from all corners, and the melodious strains of the lyre filled the air. The Kislar Agha led her past silent rows of black eunuchs prostrated along the path to the throne. His words echoed in her memory instructing, “Never utter a sound and always keep your eyes lowered.” THE PROPOSAL BY IVY LANDON TO MY READER Sex of an unconventional kind for those who seek the hard to find. REVIEWS The reviewers were quite taken by this ultra-spicy tale: "…an absolutely delightful and yummy erotic tale!” —Bertrice Small, Best Selling Author “…secret fantasies with a bit of naughty sexuality for the truly reader.” —Romantic Times Magazine review “…some very interesting twists and turns as a frigid executive discovers that sensuality can enhance true love.” —Romantic Readers review EXCERPT FROM THE PROPOSAL “I have an important proposal I need to run by you tonight.” Craig’s husky voice came through Tracey Vennet’s speaker phone, and the anticipation of seeing him sent a thrill down her spine. Tracey made a note to have her secretary cancel her dinner engagement with the Japanese trade group and reschedule for next week. It was uncharacteristic of Craig not to give her more warning of his sudden arrival in town. Usually their meetings were set weeks in advance. She kept her tone smooth and business like. “Is anything wrong?” As president of Acton Industries, she was responsible to Craig Logan, CEO and owner of Acton, and his demands on her time took top priority. She tapped her pencil on her desk. In her mind, Craig Logan would always be first. She’d fallen in love with him the first time they’d met during the Tinker Truck advertising campaign. While the other executives sat around the enormous conference table, Craig had taken off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and kneeled on the floor. With childish pleasure and intuitive genius, he’d pushed the Tinker Trucks across the carpet, scooping up imaginary piles of sand. Afterward, he’d quickly sketched his suggested design changes and diverted the necessary funding to the appropriate department. His maverick design and her hard work on the ad campaign led to the most successful new toy on the market. When she convinced a major film company to use Tinker Trucks in their movie, sales skyrocketed, and Craig promoted Tracey to the presidency. Oddly, he left her alone to run Acton as she wished, only rarely flying in to check on his company. Tracey looked forward to the intimate dinners in the private company dining room where she had Craig to herself. On several occasions he’d taken her to his penthouse apartment, and they’d made love on his bed overlooking the city’s skyline. Their sex life might not set her ablaze with passion, but she’d always believed torrid lust a romance writer’s invention. For months now, she’d hoped for a proposal that would make their arrangement more permanent. “Nothing’s wrong,” Craig’s voice reassured her. She could almost see the corners of his lips twitching into a teasing smile. “At least nothing we can’t fix over the weekend. Are you free?” For him, she would always be free. “I’ll give my theater tickets to my mom. Unless you’d like to go?” “Let’s keep this weekend private. I don’t want to see anyone but you.” At his sensual tone, her heart beat accelerated a notch. She imagined him looking lazily across his desk though half-closed lids that disguised the most brilliant intellect she’d ever matched wits with. Many a businessman had been taken in by his enigmatic expression, unsuspecting of a mind that was equally comfortable reading Homer’s Iliad in Greek, sketching pigeons in Central Park, or calculating the mathematical equations for high-tech computer chips. ___________________________________________________________ RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. © 1995 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 
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