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SECRETS VOLUME 7
Trade Paperback
Copyright © ANGELA KNIGHT,JULIA WELLS, KATHRYN ANN DUBOIS, JADE LAWLESS, 2001
All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
REVIEWS
Listen to what reviewers have to say:
“Secrets,
Volume 7 is going to put you in sexual meltdown. The authors have
pulled out all the stops to bring you non-stop steamy excitement with
glorious characters in extraordinary circumstances. They entice you,
they smother you with sensuality, and they bring you the best in knock
out romance that stretches your imagination and your libido to the limits.
Oh my god, I loved it!”
—Suzanne
Coleburn, The Belles and Beaux of Romance
“Secrets
7 is sensual, sexy, steamy fun. A perfect read!”
—Virginia
Henley, New York Times Best Selling Author
“Intensely
provocative and disarmingly romantic, Secrets, Volume 7 is a
romance reader’s paradise that will take you beyond your wildest
dreams!”
—Ballston
Book House Review
KISSING THE HUNTER BY ANGELA KNIGHT
Navy
Seal Logan McLean hunts the vampires who murdered his wife. Virginia Hart
is a sexy vampire searching for her lost soul-mate only to find him in
a man determined to kill her. In Kissing the Hunter, she must convince
him all vampires aren’t created equally — hunting her won’t save his soul,
only loving her will.
REVIEWS
“Angela
Knight turns the tables in her vampire chiller Kissing the Hunter.
The hunted captures the hunter in heart, body and soul and traps her
prey in a sensual bond so secure that escape is not possible. Although
Logan fights with his traitorous body, it will betray him as gut-wrenching
desire leads to explosive sex and ultimately a love that has stood the
test of time.”
—Ballston
Book House
“Angela Knight
with set you into a tailspin with this lusty tale of vampires and warriors
to-die-for!”
—Suzanne
Coleburn, The Belles and Beaux of Romance
Angela Knight is
one of our most popular authors and her latest tale doesn’t let down
her fans — or the reviewers! This story was been nominated for the 2002
P.E.A.R.L. award for Best Novella or Short Story.
TO MY READER
There’s
something about a handsome, deadly warrior determined to do his duty no
matter what. The idea of being in the sights of a man like that is
almost as intriguing as it is terrifying. Most of us know we’d never be
able to handle it — but what if we could? Wouldn’t it be fun to try?
This
story is dedicated to my fellow “S.P.s” at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/angelaknight, who’ve been waiting for it
with great impatience for the past year. I teased them unmercifully
with excerpts and basked in their enthusiasm. Now they finally get to
read the whole thing. I just hope it lives up to their expectations —
and yours.
EXCERPT FROM KISSING THE HUNTER
His mouth was driving her crazy.
It
was the contrast that did it, Virginia decided. His blue eyes were hard
and narrow, deep-set under his thick dark brows, but his mouth looked
soft and seductive, as though it knew all kinds of wicked things to do
if only he’d let it. He had a killer’s eyes and a lover's mouth, and
she wanted to kiss him more than she’d ever wanted to kiss anybody in
her life.
She should have left the mask on.
And
the rest of his clothes, too. Virginia had pulled off the bulky Kevlar
body armor, the long-sleeve shirt he’d worn under it, and his combat
boots, leaving him in his black undershirt and fatigue pants. She’d
left the black gloves on as well, to protect his wrists when she bound
him.
She’d
told herself she was undressing him only because she wanted to search
his clothing for weapons. She’d known better. True, he had a small
armory tucked away in all those pockets — Virginia didn't even want to
know what he’d planned to do with the set of manacles she’d found. They
looked thick and strong enough to restrain even someone with a
vampire’s strength.
But the fact was, she’d pulled off all his gear so she could discover whether that big body matched that gorgeous face.
And God help her, it did.
He
had the build of an Olympic gymnast — broad shoulders, powerful arms,
and a deep, strong chest. When she’d searched his pants, she’d felt
long, heavy muscles in his legs. It had been all she could do not to
unzip him and find out if other parts of his body matched those legs.
Her
mother would be so ashamed of her. Here she had the poor man tied to
the bed, and now she was ogling him. The ton would have been
scandalized that Virginia Grayson had sunk to such depths.
Then again, every last soul who’d been at her 1829 come-out was dust in his or her grave. Including her mother.
Including
John Alexander Hart, rakehell, vampire, and the love of her life.
Thinking of John, Virginia twisted her hands together in guilt. It was
one thing to make love to men because she had to in order to survive.
It was quite another to feel this vivid desire.
It
didn’t help that Logan had stopped her before she’d drunk from Gary.
And since she always put off hunting until she was driven to it by raw
need, the Hunger was so intense now her blood burned with it. The taste
she’d had of Gary had only sharpened its edge.
And
now she had to deal with her homicidal captive, in his black under
shirt that showed off those gorgeous biceps and muscled torso, his
kiss-me mouth and killer’s eyes. Keeping her hands off him would be
difficult, but Virginia had no choice. It would be dishonorable to
indulge when it was so obvious he wasn’t willing.
The
lush mouth she was staring at curled into a wry smile. “You're making
me nervous, Virginia. The last time I saw somebody wearing that look,
it was a Marine visiting a strip club after a six-month deployment. I
have this urge to tell you I’m not that kind of girl.”
Heat flooded her cheekbones, and she jerked her eyes away from him, mortified. “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry!”
“Are you blushing?” He sounded amused.
Virginia
pressed her palms against her hot cheeks. “I don’t make a habit of ...
leering at men, Mr. McLean. I apologize if I...” She swallowed and made
herself meet his cool blue eyes. “...Gave any offense.”
“I didn't say I was offended. Worried maybe, but not offended.”
SURRENDER BY KATHRYN ANNE DUBOIS
In
Surrender, free-spirited Lady Johanna wants no part of the binding
strictures society imposes with her marriage to the powerful Duke of Chandlemare.
She doesn’t know the dark Duke intends more than a conventional marriage
— he wants sensual adventure, sexual satisfaction, and ultimately, her
surrender.
REVIEWS
Another new Red
Sage author blows away the critics.
“Kathryn
Anne Dubois lustful historical romantic tale Surrender leaves
you wondering who has dominated whom in this test of wills. Although
she is forced into marriage, Johanna refuses to go down without a fight.
While the Duke starts out with the upper hand, surrender is the only
option as desire conquers all.”
—Ballston
Book House
“Kathryn
Anne Dubois is an exciting new author to watch. I so enjoyed her debut
with Red Sage’s Secrets Volume 7, and look forward to more of
her stories in the future.”
—Suzanne
Coleburn, The Belles and Beaux of Romance
TO MY READER
In
this complex, faced paced world, what a delight it is to escape into
delicious fantasy. No less delicious is the writing of it. I hope you
adore Nicholas as much as I do. And I hope you’d like to be Johanna…
for just one night, by embracing the story. As a debut writer with Red
Sage, I would love to hear from you!
EXCERPT FROM SURRENDER
A
deep growl came from the Duke’s throat. “You will sit there,” he
ordered, his eyes boring into hers. He leaned forward menacingly, the
masculine power of him releasing an energy that startled her.
She tipped her chin and raised a brow. “I think not, Your Grace.”
His
eyes flickered with astonishment and then flashed with fury. His
shoulders bunched with raw tension. Well, so be it! Johanna was
appalled that he thought he could order her about. She smoothed her
skirt and with a practiced air of dignity started to rise when he spoke
again.
His
eyes glimmered and his voice was softly dangerous. “You defy me, young
lady, and I will lift your skirt, take you over my knee, and spank your
bare bottom.”
She
blanched inwardly at the image, but then her eyes dropped involuntarily
to his large hands resting on his thighs. He flexed them subtly and the
thought of that raw strength on her tender bottom sent blood coursing
through her veins. But she gave no sign of alarm. His eyes were like
burning coals, challenging her. A silky lock of raven hair fell over
his forehead. He looked the devil incarnate. She decided not to test
him.
Her
mother was holding her breath. Good God, the woman was afraid of this
beast. The thought gave Johanna unquestionable pleasure.
“Very
well,” Johanna replied with a stiff toss of her head. “I will stay for
my mother’s sake. She looks fairly ready to swoon. But make no mistake,
I am not the least afraid of you.” She met his gaze levelly. He was an
intriguing specimen of male strength although his confidence was
infuriating, but it confirmed her thought that it was best not to
tangle with him for now.
A
tick jumped in his jaw and repressed power flickered from every pore.
But then that bedeviled gleam surfaced, and the faint twitch of his
lips told her he arrogantly assumed he had won. Johanna resolutely held
his stare.
“Bloody
hell,” the devil himself muttered. He jerked his head toward her
mother. Victoria Carlton had finally released an audible breath and her
stepfather sank into the nearest chair.
The Duke’s tone was calm, but his eyes flashed a fiery challenge. “This… this little Madame has had far too much freedom.”
Her
mother attempted a protest, but the blackguard cut her off. Johanna
fumed at being referred to as a child. She would be eighteen next week.
Who was this tyrant?
“Is she still a maid?” He looked to Lady Carlton.
She sputtered a response. “Of course, Your Grace. My daughter is untouch—”
Johanna
cast her mother a horrified glance as the reason for this visit became
all too apparent. She gathered her wits and rallied quickly, this time
succeeding in escaping the chair. “Nay, Mother.” She dropped the cloak
and stood before him, her chemise dipping dangerously low to reveal the
full cleft of her bosom. She knew her nipples were clearly visible
through the transparent slip as was the dark hair shielding her
womanhood.
Her mother’s mouth dropped and her stepfather made clucking noises and fled the room.
Johanna
moved closer to the black demon. Sitting as he was, his eyes were level
with hers. She expected outrage, but his cool gaze swept over her, his
eyes faintly lit with interest.
Undaunted,
she fingered the dark waves of her long hair. “The truth, Your Grace,
is that I am ungovernable and my mother would admit nothing so she can
wash her hands of me.” Although it was difficult, she held his steady
gaze.
Her
mother came out of her stupor in time to interfere. “Your Grace,” she
started, her panic evidently rising to zenith heights, but he stopped
her with a harsh command.
“Leave
us,” he breathed, never taking his eyes off Johanna. He moved closer so
that their breaths mingled. The light scent of mint reached her, and
she found her gaze dropping to his lips. They were too lustful to be
decent. Johanna heard the door close behind him. Had her mother lost
her senses...leaving her alone with this man who was old enough to be
her father and with her scarcely dressed? Sudden fright lodged in her
throat. He settled back, ankle atop his knee with his elbows propped on
the chair’s arms and his fingers laced across his lap. His voice was
low and controlled as his eyes drifted down the length of her. “Boys
have had you?” he asked her, his tone matter-of-fact, confusing her.
Although
he appeared to withhold judgment, she didn’t like that he implied she
was a child. Yet, she needed him to reject her. She’d worry about the
consequences later.
“Yes.”
She stiffened under his blatant stare. She hated his relaxed attitude
while she stood before him tense with uncertainty...and practically
naked.
He
steepled his fingers, touching them to his lips. “It matters not,” he
said simply, his gaze settling on the tips of her breasts. She shifted
uncomfortably and then stopped for fear her breasts would simply slip
out with the subtle movement. She flushed to the tips of her toes
before she realized his meaning. He didn’t care that she was not a
virgin?
Incredulously,
she lifted her eyes to his. Surely he couldn’t mean it. His gaze was
melting and a warmth flooded her limbs, disturbing her. His male scent
stirred her senses.
“I...”
she faltered. “I’ve done… wicked things — unspeakable things.” She
willed herself not to cross her arms across her breasts in an attempt
to cover herself. She would not retreat.
“I see.” His voice held the hint of smile. “Tell me,” he softly demanded.
“Tell you?” She searched his expression, unsure of his meaning.
“Tell
me the details.” A tiny sparkle lit the center of his irises. She
wanted to murder him. How dare he use her quandary for his amusement
while she struggled to keep her freedom? A man like him, most men, knew
nothing of such terror. Marriage was simply a necessary inconvenience
for them, its reward the attendant pleasures, while the women became no
more than property at the disposal of their masters.
She
tossed her hair, giving him a dismissive look, and attempted to whirl
away from him. But he caught her waist roughly with both hands and held
her, locking his strong fingers around her. She drew in a sharp breath,
clutching at him as her eyes riveted on his face. Surely he wouldn’t
raise a hand to her for her insolence?
Her
heart thundered as she watched him. His eyes grew soft as he studied
her quietly. Her breath stopped as he drew out the moment. And then his
lips were on her, warm and lightly brushing hers, his eyes half-lidded
and watching her, like a cat toying with its prey. Even in her
inexperience, she recognized the arousal in the darkening of his eyes
and the tension of his hands clutching her waist. Her pulse began to
pound in her ears.
Before
she could draw a breath, he pressed her between his muscular thighs.
“What are you doing?” she whispered. Her head was spinning, the
experience too foreign, and her thoughts sweeping irreverently to the
hard strength of him that sent quivers racing down her spine. She
pushed at him half-heartedly, thrilling unexpectedly at the feel of his
muscles under the coarse linen of his shirt. His lips were soft, his
scent so male and pleasing… she grew dizzy.
His
lips tasted of brandy and mint, exciting her as he brushed lazily along
her mouth. She felt herself melting. At his gentle urging, her chemise
slipped down and her breasts spilled into his palms. She grabbed onto
his wrists in a moment of fright before the warmth of his hands on her
bare skin heated her deliciously. Distant protests surfaced and then
disappeared with the feel of his lightly calloused thumbs tingling her
nipples. She softened into him, clutching his wrists for support as her
body swam in a titillating pool of sensation, threatening to drown her.
Then he boldly licked her lips with his wet tongue, and her body
ignited.
THE WOMAN OF HIS DREAMS BY JADE LAWLESS
From
the day artist Gray Avonaco moves in next door, Joanna Morgan is plagued
by provocative dreams. But what she believes is unrequited lust, Gray
sees as another chance to be with the woman he loves. He must persuade
her that even death can’t stop true love — before he loses The Woman
of His Dreams forever.
REVIEWS
This story really
turned up the heat for reviewers. Just see what they said.
"Jade
Lawless offers up a steamy contemporary with a twist in The Woman
Of His Dreams. Kelly is unaware that Gray Avonaco has spent lifetimes
searching for her and he will not lose her again. She cannot understand
the strong sensual bond that is pulling her into an erotic web of desire
with a man that she hardly knows. Desire and passion will steal your
breath away as these two discover the unknown together.”
—Ballston
Book House
“Jade Lawless
know how to turn up the heat and give you a love story to dream about.
Great characters that make you dream of sensual things that you’d love
to happen to you, and not in your dreams either!”
—Suzanne
Coleburn, The Belles and Beaux of Romance
TO MY READER
I
hope you enjoy my fantasy tale of two lovers parted by death and
reunited again in the present. Although they exist in my heart, the
characters are in reality fictional and are not based on anyone living
or dead. In my story I made a creative choice not to use birth control.
In real life I strongly advocate safe sex.
EXCERPT FROM THE WOMAN OF HIS DREAMS
He
wore only a pair of jeans hanging low on his hips, and he noted the
guilty expression on her face with a puzzled smile. She glanced down at
the bundle still clutched in her hands. Anything was better than
staring at his naked chest and remembering how his heated skin tasted
and felt against her lips.
He advanced into the room and set the
tray on the couch before moving to stand in front of her, his silent
scrutiny causing her even more discomfort.
“I’m not sure…” She twisted the ball of cloth tighter between her fists.
Reaching
out his hand, he tilted her chin, forcing her to look at him. His amber
eyes searched hers and whatever he found in them seemed to assure him,
because he smiled.
“I don't usually—” The awkward speech died in her
throat as he lowered his head and covered her lips with his. The wad of
clothing dropped from her hands, following the shoes to the floor.
Shoving them out of the way with his foot, he pulled her closer,
molding her body to his, while slanting his mouth and deepening the
kiss.
Her
body reacted to his like a lit match tossed at a highly volatile
chemical. She exploded into flames. His tongue searched along the edge
of her lips and she opened her mouth wider, letting him in. He delved
inside her moist heat with deep, velvet licks and she wrapped her arms
around his neck, yielding to the sleek invasion. Why did it seem so new
and yet so familiar to be in his arms?
AMELIA'S INNOCENCE BY JULIA WELLS
Captain
Quentin Hawke won the right to take Amelia’s Innocence. She didn’t know
her father bet her in a card game, so honor demands a compromise — three
days of erotic foreplay, leaving her virginity and future intact. Can
Quentin resist this irresistible maiden?
REVIEWS
Read what reviewers
had to say about this sensual story.
“Author
Julia Welles captures your heart and imagination with her steamy high
sea historical romance entitled Amelia’s Innocence. Taking place
aboard the Soul-Catcher merchant vessel, mix a gorgeous sea captain,
an innocent beauty and three days of sexual servitude and you can only
imagine the possibilities!”
—Ballston
Book House
“Julia Wells
spins a wonderfully sensual tale that simply carries you away on a sensual
sea of pleasure with Amelia’s Innocence. What a way to go!”
—Suzanne
Coleburn, The Belles and Beaux of Romance
TO MY READER
Step
back in time with me to an age of tall ships and high adventure. Watch
closely as a maiden boards a ship by dark of night — a maiden whose
future was just bartered away in a reckless game of chance. Learn her
fate as we set sail aboard the Soul-Catcher.
EXCERPT FROM AMELIA'S INNOCENCE
Hawke grinned. “I have better ways for you to spend your time. Unfastening my trouser buttons, for a start.”
The
buttons in question paraded down a pronounced bulge that distended the
front of his trousers. Kneeling beside him, Amelia set to work, freeing
each button from its hole.
Hawke
held himself rigid as she worked, his breathing increasingly troubled,
until at last the touch of her fingers against the fabric wrung a gasp
from him.
“Have I hurt you?” she asked anxiously, lifting her hands away.
“Wonderfully. Hurt me again.”
She
had never felt so foolish in her life. “What sort of nonsense is that,
sir? Pain is nothing to be courted. If I have hurt you, then I am
sorry.”
He
offered her an indulgent, knowing smile. “You have done me no harm.
Have you never experienced a pleasure so intense that it almost seemed
like pain to your beleaguered mind? You shall, before this voyage ends,
I promise you.”
“I do not think I wish to feel such a thing.”
“You’ll wish it, right enough,” he promised. “Indeed, Amelia, you shall beg me for it, before we dock.”
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