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SECRETS VOLUME 8Trade Paperback
Copyright © LIZ MAVERICK, MARY JANICE DAVIDSON, ALICE GAINES, JEANIE CESARINI, 2002 All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
Listen to what reviewers have to say about Secrets Volume 8!
“Secrets
Volume 8 is an amazing compilation of sexy stories covering a wide
range of subjects, all designed to titillate the senses. …you’ll find
something for everybody in this latest version of Secrets.”
—Affaire
de Coeur Magazine
“These delectable
stories will have you turning the pages long into the night. Passionate,
provocative and perfect for setting the mood…”
—Escape
to Romance Reviews
“Secrets
Volume 8, is simply sensational!”
—Virginia
Henley, New York Times Best Selling Author
JARED'S WOLF BY MARY JANICE DAVIDSONJared
Rocke will do anything avenge his sister’s death, but ends up attracted
to Moira Wolfbauer, the she-wolf sworn to protect her pack. Joining forces
to stop a killer, they learn love defies all boundaries.
Werewolves can be
so sexy! Just read what reviewers say about this hot tale.
“I
never believed that any story about werewolves could be funny, but this
novella by MaryJanice Davidson is absolutely hilarious besides being
sexy as hell. When Moira and Jared get together, sparks fly in more
ways than one! These two antagonists quickly discover that they are
perfectly made for each other even if one of them doesn’t know for sure
what the other one is! A very funny sexy story.”
—Lani
Roberts, Affaire de Coeur review
“Ms. Davidson
has penned one fantastic love story, overflowing with humor, suspense
and oodles of steamy sex! One-of-a-kind characters will compel readers
to devour this short story, and Davidson’s writing style will leave
them looking forward to more fromher fertile imagination. This reader
is ready to beg for future stories about the Wyndham Werewolves, especially
Moira's littermate, Derik.”
—Julie
Shininger, Escape to Romance
TO MY READERWhen
I wrote Love’s Prisoner for Secrets VI and introduced Michael and
Jeannie Wyndham, I was overwhelmed by your response. All your wonderful
letters and phone calls boiled down to one request: more Wyndham
werewolves! Your wish is my command. I hope you like Moira and Jared as
much as you liked Jeannie and Michael.EXCERPT FROM JARED'S WOLF
Moira smelled him before she saw him.
She
had been strolling through the rose garden, which sounded nice but was
actually chilly and miserable, being mid-winter on Cape Cod. She
shivered among bare branches, because she couldn’t bear to watch her
pack leader nuzzle his mate for another second. Which made her feel
like a jealous cow. Which only contributed to her misery.
She
was a werewolf. A good one, in fact, but that didn’t mean she didn’t
get lonesome just like a regular person. It wasn’t that she didn’t
adore Michael and Jeannie Wyndham. She would have killed for them. She
had killed for them. They were her sun and moon and, like lovers, they
established her world. She accorded her pack leaders the respect due an
alpha male and female, but more than that, she loved them as friends.
But
she was alone and likely always would be. Her mother had mated with a
human and it had brought her nothing but pain. She had wanted more for
her daughter. Moira had promised her mother she would settle only for
absolute happiness in a mate. Fine and good, except it pretty much
doomed Moira to a solitary life. Which, for a werewolf, was usually a
disaster.
It
was one thing when Michael had been a loner, too. Once Jeannie arrived
(or, as Jeannie put it, “was kidnapped”), things were exciting for
several months. Helping the new non-werewolf alpha female settle in had
been one surprise after another. There had been no time to be lonesome.
Now
Jeannie had given the pack a marvelous girl-child, had made her home
with the werewolves, and never gave a thought to her old life. No
conflict in that time, while good for the pack, meant there’d been
nothing to distract Moira from her troubles.
Michael’s
utter happiness with his mate only made Moira more acutely aware of her
own loneliness. She loved them, but could watch them snuggling, smell
their lust, only so long before she needed to walk, or snivel in
self-pity.
The
pack, Moira thought grimly, was no place for loners. Werewolves were
enormously social and tended to mate for life as soon as possible.
Loners got into trouble, and a loner who got into too much trouble went
rogue. Rogue was bad.
Very bad.
She
shivered, remembering Gerald. He was the only rogue male she had ever
run across and, by God, he was enough. Gerald was on her mind because
his estranged eldest, Geraldine, had just left Wyndham manor after a
brief visit.
After
Gerald had been driven out, Geraldine had remained loyal to the
worthless bundle of fur. Since no pack would welcome a rogue, the two
had wandered the country for years. Admirable loyalty, but the price
the poor girl had paid! Her father had been dead a year and Geraldine
still roamed.
No,
a werewolf alone did more harm than good, and she had no business
begrudging Michael and Jeannie their happiness. Better to leave the
house and take her poor attitude with her. Thus, the rose garden in
February. Thus, she would probably catch a cold from skulking in the
sparse snow—and serve her right! Thus, there was a stranger on the
grounds.
KISS OR KILL BY LIZ MAVERICK In
this post-apocalyptic world, Camille Kazinsky’s military career rides
on her ability to make a choice—whether the robo called Meat should live
or die. Meat’s future depends on proving he’s human enough to live, man
enough…to makes her feel like a woman.
Read what reviewers
say about Liz Maverick’s debut tale
“This
last spicy novella, set in the not-too-distant future, starts steaming
up your glasses by the third page and doesn’t stop until the last page.
If you ever wanted to know if a human and a robo could be compatible,
after reading this story, you won’t have any doubt! A great combination
of sizzling sex, military intrigue, and a little light bondage for good
measure!”
—Lani
Roberts, Affaire de Coeur review
“Ms. Maverick’s
debut story, Kiss or Kill, will captivate readers with its earthy
sensuality and vivid character portrayals. Violence does play a role
in this story, so please be aware of that. All in all, this is a strong
debut from Maverick, and a welcome addition to Secrets, Volume 8”
—Julie
Shininger, Escape to Romance
TO MY READER
He’s
part man, part machine, and his life’s on the line. She’s the woman who
must decide his fate. How would you try to figure out if a man…was man
enough?
EXCERPT FROM KISS OR KILL
Washington DC, 2043
Camille Kazinsky stood in the doorway of her apartment, shaking her head in disbelief. “That’s the robo?”
“Yeah,
and if you’re Kazinsky, print here.” The government rep handed her the
sign-in machine, and then pushed a military-issue duffel bag toward her
with his foot.
Camille
absently supplied her fingerprint, staring up at the robo in
fascination. He waited handcuffed and silent, towering over the man at
his side. The only robos she’d seen before were the ones she’d shot at
from a distance during live-fire training at the academy. Trainees were
taught to think of robos as targets; objects. Now, Camille couldn’t
imagine thinking in terms of ‘it’ instead of ‘he.’ Of course, that was
just the kind of sentiment she was supposed to avoid. The robo looked
like a man, but he wasn’t…was he?
‘He’
wore short black leather gloves that contrasted oddly with the tan
fitted T-shirt and camouflage pants of his dingy summer fatigues. Above
the gloves, red welts from the restraints covered his forearms. His
gloved fingers moved slowly, restlessly, as if he felt pain although no
discomfort showed on his face.
In
fact, nothing showed on his face at all. His eyes were glazed over.
Built like a tank, but nobody home. On the other hand, even if he did
have the intelligence of a pea, he probably had a cock the size of what
used to be Texas.
Camille
suppressed a laugh and moved her gaze upward. He looked like he hadn’t
had the opportunity to get neat and clean in a while. Greasepaint and
dirt from a former assignment still smeared his face and arms. His buzz
cut had grown out, and dark dirty locks of hair curled slightly at the
neck and fell in disarray over his forehead.
Suddenly,
the robo clenched his gloved hands then released them, flexing the
muscles in his arms. The obvious power in his body made Camille wonder
what kind of mayhem he was capable of, what he’d done while in service,
and why they thought he wasn’t capable of doing his job anymore.
The
robo turned his head a fraction and looked directly at her. He blinked
a set of outrageously long lashes over crystalline green eyes before
returning his glazed stare to the front. Camille swallowed and stepped
backward, her heart pounding in her chest. For those few seconds they’d
made eye contact, he’d pierced her with a look that spoke of
intelligence and understanding. The government could simulate skin and
cover mechanics with life-like prosthetics, but it was hard to fake the
look in a man’s eyes.
Curious,
Camille reached out and pressed her fingers into the skin of the robo’s
forearm. The pads of her fingers skidded along his warm, slippery
flesh. A wry smile twisted her lips; from what she could recall, he
felt exactly the way she remembered a man’s sweating body felt under
her hands. Now there was an interesting way to try to tell the man from
the…machine.
MY CHAMPION, MY LOVE BY ALICE GAINES Celeste
Broder is a woman committed for having a sexy appetite. Mayor Robert Albright
may be her champion—if she can convince him her freedom will mean a chance
to indulge their appetites together.
Just read what reviewers say about this hot tale.
“Alice
Gaines manages to raise our social consciences, while titillating our
senses at the same time, with this well written novella of unbounded
pleasure.”
—Lani
Roberts, Affaire de Coeur review
“If you’re
craving a quick read with little emotional involvement that’s slightly
improbable, but wholly sensual, reach for My Champion, My Love
by Ms. Gaines.”
—Julie
Shininger, Escape to Romance
TO MY READER
Passion isn’t only for the young, and good guys don't always finish last.
EXCERPT FROM MY CHAMPION, MY LOVE
Upstate New York, 1888
The
woman didn’t strike Robert Albright as deranged. But the staff hadn’t
dressed her—or allowed her to dress herself —and now she was forced to
greet him, a perfect stranger, in the middle of the afternoon wearing
her dressing gown. If, indeed, she’d been sent to the Wainwright Asylum
unjustly, he’d do what he could to have her released. If the patients
here were mistreated, he’d look into that, too. Right now, his main
concern was Mrs. Celeste Broder and her sanity.
She appeared more
restless than insane. She’d paced from the window to Dr. Wainwright’s
desk and then back again as though measuring the dimensions of her
prison in footsteps. Yards and yards of the best Belgian lace flowed
and rustled behind her as she went. She stopped her meanderings at the
window this time and turned to him, causing the sunlight to cast
shadows from the iron bars onto her face and the length of her throat.
“Xenobia sent you?” she asked.
“She did.”
One eyebrow rose as she studied him. “Do you know her well?”
“We met only once, when she asked me to check on you.”
“Is she here? Now?”
“She
went back to Manhattan,” he answered. “She seemed to think that her
friendship had gotten you into your present predicament somehow. She
kept her visit to me a secret.”
“Yes, of course. Dear Xenobia,” she said, twisting her fingers together. “Still, I wish she could have come herself.”
Mrs.
Broder renewed her prowling. All long limbs and simmering impatience,
she walked back and forth with her robe rustling around her ankles. But
then, he’d no doubt act the same if he’d been locked away in this place
for weeks.
He might have expected impatience from her, but he hadn’t
expected such beauty. Xenobia Stewart hadn’t warned him that he’d be
rescuing a tall, graceful woman with raven-black hair and limbs long
and slender enough to belong to an angel.
Beauty or not, the woman
needed his help, and he’d best remember that. Too many people in her
life had taken advantage of her, if Mrs. Stewart’s story was correct.
He wouldn’t add his own lust to those wrongs, no matter how deeply his
own urges ran in those directions. But, damn, what a vision she made in
all that lace. He couldn’t have taken his eyes off her if his life had
depended on it.
“What did Xenobia tell you about me?” she asked.
“That you’d been sent here unfairly. That you’re perfectly sane, and that you needed someone to get you released.”
“And why did she choose you, I wonder?” she said. “Do you regularly champion women you don’t know, Mr. Albright?”
No,
he didn’t. In fact, he rarely spoke to women as beautiful as this one.
He didn’t find it entirely comfortable doing so now. “I imagine that
Mrs. Stewart called on me because of my stature in the community.”
“You’re the mayor of that pretty town I passed on the way here,” she said.
Another spicy tale from a popular Red Sage author! Just read what reviewers said
“This
romping, Western erotic novella will definitely make your heart flutter
as Trey takes it upon himself to teach Kathryn the “ins and outs” of
lovin’ Western-style!”
—Lani Roberts, Affaire de Coeur review
“Ms.
Cesarini teases readers with the history behind Katia’s Palace and
Tex’s Sweet ranch, now owned by Trey. We can only hope for more sensual
romances set amidst the town of Love, Nevada from this gifted author.”
—Julie Shininger, Escape to Romance
TO MY READER
I
was in the mood for a cowboy and since this cowboy would be my very
first…Secrets provides the perfect place to explore my mood, a place
where stories indulge sensual fantasies and deep dark desires. So,
dearest reader, hop on for a red-hot ride west, to a town called Love
where just about anything can happen…and does.
EXCERPT FROM TAMING KATE
Kathryn
Roman stared at the telephone receiver, then brought it back to her ear
with a chuckle. She’d been on this phone so much while launching the
new ad campaign for Simply Seductive fragrances she was beginning to
hear things. “Forgive me. Could you please repeat that? Kitty left me
what? I thought you said brothel.”
“I
did,” the masculine voice confirmed over the line. “The late Ms.
Romanov left you sole ownership of Katia’s Palace, a brothel in Love,
Nevada. I’ll make the records of material assets available when you
come to town. We have some issues involving the inheritance taxes to
discuss…”
The
lawyer, whose name had flown right out of Kathryn’s head, droned on,
his words forming a western-edged buzz that echoed in her ear without
making a bit of sense.
Kitty had owned a brothel?
A brothel?
Kitty
Romanov, bless her soul, had been a little old lady who’d kept a condo
in the same Central Park West hi-rise where Kathryn had lived all her
life. For the past seven years, ever since Kathryn’s mother had died in
fact, Kitty had become a late-night-ice-cream-and-sigh-at-old-movies
buddy. Someone Kathryn had considered a friend.
Not
a full-time friend, by any means. Kitty hadn’t been around long enough
to be a full-time anything. She’d only stayed one week a month in New
York. The rest of her time she’d spent playing one-armed bandits and
soaking up the dry Nevada air. Or at least that’s what she’d led
Kathryn to believe.
“A brothel, Mr.—” What was the man’s name? “Sir. Obviously there’s some mistake. This isn’t the Old West.”
“There
are legalized brothels in the state of Nevada, I assure you, Miss
Roman, and Kitty Romanov was the proprietor of one of the most
renowned.”
Kitty had been a madam?
The
idea alone seemed absurd, even more so when coupled with the image that
sprang to mind of Kitty, swirls of coiffed white hair piled high on top
of her head, juggling a poopie-scooper in one hand while fighting to
get her trio of fluffy Maltese dogs into their twelfth floor elevator.
Kitty
had been a character to be sure, and Kathryn had been genuinely sorry
when she’d passed on not long after celebrating her eightieth birthday.
But a madam?
“If Kitty did own a brothel…” Even the words sounded stupid. “Why would she leave it to me?”
“Ownership
of Katia’s Palace passes to the oldest female of the Romanov family.”
Kathryn sank back in her leather chair and issued a sigh of relief that
sounded shakier than it should have. “There has definitely been a
mistake, Mr…. Carter.” That was his name. “You’ve confused me with
someone else. My name is Roman, not Romanov.”
“No
mistake, Miss Roman. I’m aware of the circumstances surrounding your
name.” She heard no emotion in the lawyer’s voice, not even a hint of
censure, yet Kathryn felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingle.
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RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC. © 2002 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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BLOOD GAME - RAE MONET (e-Book)
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QUINN'S CURSE - NATASHA MOORE (e-Book)
THE DOCTOR NEXT DOOR - CATHERINE BERLIN (e-Book)
FIRES WITHIN - ROXANA BLAZE (e-Book)
SOFIA'S LOBO - LAUREN BLADES (e-Book)
SECOND NATURE - CAMEO BROWN (e-Book)
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SECRETS VOLUME 13 Charlotte Featherstone, Amber Green, Calista Fox, Rachelle Chase (e-Book)
FRONTAL ASSAULT - CHEVON GAEL (e-Book)
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DOUBLE EXPOSURE - TORI SCOTT (e-Book)
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