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SECRETS VOLUME 10

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“Having read the previous nine volumes, this one fulfills the expectations of what is expected in a Secrets book: romance and eroticism at its best!!”
—Fallen Angel Reviews

“All are hot steamy romances so if you enjoy erotica romance, you are sure to enjoy! Secrets, Volume 10. All this reviewer can say is WOW!!”
—The Best Reviews

PRIVATE EYES BY DOMINIQUE SINCLAIR
When a mystery man captivates P.I. Nicolla Black during a stakeout, she discovers her no-seduction rule bending under the pressure of long denied passion. She agrees to the seduction, but he demands her total surrender.

ANOTHER HIT WITH REVIEWERS
“The premise of meeting a handsome stranger is a strong and fascinating fantasy.”
—The Best Reviews

TO MY READER
Come take my hand, allow me to lead you into private investigator Niccola Black’s story, where passions are heightened by anonymity and she is thrust onto an erotic playing field with a powerful man she knows only as Gray…

EXCERPT FROM PRIVATE EYES
Nicci opened the heavy mahogany double doors and stepped into the damp night, drawing thick air deep in her lungs. The lights of Seattle twinkled through the fog. Somewhere in the distance a ferry horn blared. Without a wrapper, her bare arms and back instantly chilled. She welcomed the quick composure.
The clarity lasted only a moment. Suddenly she felt as if she stood in a mystical forest and like a unicorn she could sense danger. She slowly turned, drew in a sharp breath when she saw him leaning casually against the brick wall. He didn’t move or speak, simply held her gaze through the darkness for a moment that spanned an eternity.
He finally pushed off the wall, his defined jaw set, and moved toward her through the mist swirling and dancing like virgin angels around his black tuxedo. His blue eyes focused on her, probing. “Did you think of me while you were in his arms?”
He knew she thought of him, Nicci heard it in his measured tone. He knew she wanted him to be the one in her arms on the dance floor. He shared her secret thoughts.
She turned from him, leaned against the balustrade and stared out over the Emerald City, held her breath as his footsteps moved toward her, then slowly expelled as his warmth radiated like a warm quilt on a winter night.
“I thought of you,” he said, his words a Chinook against the delicate shell of her earlobe.
Involuntarily, she leaned toward his heat, until her backside framed his front. Nestled against his solid planes, her head resting just under his collarbone, Nicci’s body rose and fell in rhythm to his breathing.
“Who are you?” she asked, though she’d persuaded herself earlier it would be best not to know. The pads of her fingers imprinted the rail and melted a thin layer of October frost.
He buried his firm lips into her hair, just above her temple. “Do you really want to know?” His right hand reached around and wound his fingers between hers, strengthening her support on the rail. “I don’t think you do. It excites you to not know me.” His other hand slid across her abdomen, pulling her taut against him.
Nicci’s little black dress gave no barrier to the efficacious downward slide of his hand, nor to the pressure of his prominent desire awakening against her bottom. The spice of his cologne, the building heaviness in her breasts, the want to move her hips just slightly against his manhood, suggested he might be right. Maybe it was what drew her to him, the anonymity, a safety net from what she feared she wanted and knew she wouldn’t allow herself to have.
“What do you want from me?”
His mouth touched her neck. Sensations ebbed and flowed through her body. “I want you. All of you.” He unwound his fingers from hers, tilted her chin upward and to the side. He laved her neck with his tongue, his mouth moving in slow, languid nibbles to the point of her pulse, where her desire beat wildly out of control.
She closed her eyes, reeling in the intense tingles spreading from her neck to the tips of her breasts, effervescing lower and knew she should say no…
“Here. Now.” Cool air rushed over her neck, drying her skin as he spoke deep tones just behind her ear, his warm, moist breath circling and spiking a shudder. “I want to take you. Again… and again.”
Nicci arched her back, wanting more contact, craving more touch. “I don’t even know your name.”
He ran the side of his large, powerful hand down her throat in a touch so soft its caress was lighter than a breeze, yet stirred sensations deeper than a storm. His hand drew down between her breasts, over her rib cage and she sucked in her stomach as his hand tickled over her hipbone.
She turned around to face him, to look in his eyes, to tell him, yes—
The swoosh of the balcony doors opening sent music spilling out onto the crisp night. “I didn’t know you had company.”
Oh, god… Brad. Nicci stepped away from her stranger, feeling as if she were on the other end of her surveillance.
Brad looked beyond Nicci’s shoulder as if he couldn’t bear to see into her eyes. “The… ah, it’s time to go.”
Nicci understood both the message and the pain in his tone. She thanked him with a smile for remembering not to expose her undercover identity, and emphasized an apology with her eyes. He couldn’t know it, but the apology extended to breaking the trance her stranger seemed to hold her in with his eyes, his words, his touch. How close she’d been to making a mistake. “Thank you. I’ll be right in.”
Brad nodded, stepped back through the doors.
Unable to look at her stranger, unsure if she would be able to leave if she met his deep gaze, if he touched her again, Nicci smoothed her dress. “I have to go.” She stepped toward the doors.
He grabbed the strap of her evening bag, eased her backward. Her body fit against him like a puzzle piece, completing the hard planes and angles with the soft curves of her body. “Stay.” It was a command. She wanted to obey.
“I—I can’t.” He moved her purse out of the way, nuzzled her even closer. “Come to me later,” he said, his breath jagged against her ear. She bit her bottom lip to keep from asking where and shook her head. “I’ll be waiting.”
“I can’t,” she whispered, and pulled free. Slipping through the doors, knowing the succulent desires her stranger awoke in her would never be experienced again, mounted a mournful ache. Yet it was an ache that reminded her, again, of what she had to lose.

CODE NAME:KISS BY JEANIE CESARINI
Agent Lily Justiss is on a mission to defend her country against terrorists that requires giving up her virginity as a sex slave. As her master takes her body, desire for her commanding officer Seth Blackthorn fuels her mind.

JEANIE RETURNS WITH ANOTHER HOT HOT STORY
“Code Name: Kiss is the most interesting of the four stories. …Filled with suspense, intrigue and
highly erotic situations—this was an enthralling story.”
—Fallen Angel Reviews

TO MY READER
With all the events unfolding in the world right now, I wanted a little hope that good will triumph in the end. That desire inspired my muse and brought Lily and Seth’s story to life. Code Name: Kiss allows fantasy to thrive under some very tough conditions and proves love can grow even when people must make hard choices about what’s most important in life… “Peace on earth and good will toward all men.”

EXCERPT FROM CODE NAME:KISS
The eunuch slid his hands along my shoulders, a caress of excruciating slowness. Sweeping aside my hair, he exposed my neck, dragged his palms over my skin, forbidden touches that shouldn’t have made me shiver, but did.
He swirled his fingers along my breastbone, the tops of my breasts. My nipples peaked to tight tips, and I imagined how I must appear to my audience. My nude body showcased by his veiled one. His dark hands, a striking contrast to my fairness. Would the cameras detail the sweat glazing my skin?
My most basic mission objective was to establish a credible cover, but I wasn’t entirely sure how to do that right now. The eunuch’s touch distracted me, made it difficult to assess the situation. I wouldn’t have thought that such glancing touches would scatter my thoughts so completely, would make me so aware of my body. My breathlessness was surprising the hell out of me, it was grudging… unwelcome.
He pressed so close now I could feel a whisper of his smooth muscle through his veiled garments. I had no clue what he intended, how far he’d been instructed to go to get a response, so I simply braced myself. But I couldn’t have prepared for his tongue dragging a rough-velvet stroke along my nape.
I imagined it was Seth’s kiss invoking this crazy fluttering low in my belly, told myself it was the heat of his breaths caressing that sensitive juncture between neck and shoulder. If I just pretended that he stood behind me, his mouth skimming along my skin in an open-mouthed glide, I could explain my reaction, the way my weak knees left me swaying uncertainly.
Firm thighs parted wide enough to cradle my bottom and steady me. A silk-covered chest with hard nipples pressed into my back, and I put distance between us again, but didn’t get a chance to catch my breath before he aimed his next volley.
Flicking his tongue lightly, he timed the motion with those of the fingertips he traced along the undersides of my breasts. He stroked my skin like he might have fingered a harp. His mouth curved, a smile I could feel against my skin.
And when he rolled my nipples between his fingers, the suddenness of the move took me so off guard that I gasped. A sound that echoed through the bubbling quiet like I’d tossed a stone down an empty well. His touch ignited every nerve in my body, and I could only breathe deeply to manage the sensation.
I needed to get a grip. I’d been sent to perform for an audience, and I would. This was my chance to prove myself. Seth had gone out on a limb to put me in the field. He believed I was the best operative for this job—young enough to entice the commanders yet skilled enough with undercover work despite my youth—even though I still hadn’t completed my training.
I was the best woman for the job, and I’d prove it by not freaking out now. I just needed to keep my head and watch for unexpected opportunities to accomplish mission objective.
So keeping my gaze on the tiles, I played the model slave, as if being aroused by a eunuch for the entertainment of internationally wanted criminals was all in a day’s work.
Yellow. Gold. Orange. Pink. Scarlet. Wine. Blood.
I really wished this felt like a normal day’s work, but somehow those long fingers and the vision of eight terrorist commanders were coloring my day differently. I’d be fine if I could stay focused on the man I’d much rather be performing for.
I wondered what he thought about me standing nude with my eyes downcast and legs spread, a strange man’s mouth and hands teasing me with touches that aroused me against my will.
I focused all my thoughts on Seth Blackthorn, my intelligence officer—I told myself it was his clear gray gaze raking over me, making me feel every inch of my bare skin, my tightening nipples, my moist sex.
Because from half a world away, via satellite signal, he was watching.

THE SACRIFICE BY KATHRYN ANNE DUBOIS

Lady Anastasia Bedovier is days from taking her vows as a Nun. Before she denies her sensuality forever, she wants to experience pleasure. Count Maxwell is the perfect man to initiate her into erotic delight.

Another hit with reviewers
“Antastasia decides to go to the master of seduction, Count Maxwell, so that she can experience one sexual encounter and know just what she is giving up before she takes her vow of chastity. Going to the Count’s home turns out to be quite an erotic adventure and yes, this is a VERY exciting and sexual story that would be difficult to top.”
—The Best Reviews