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SECRETS VOLUME 12
Trade Paperback
Copyright © SASKIA WALKER, JESS MICHAELS, LEIGH WYNDFIELD, DOMINIQUE SINCLAIR, 2005
All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
Listen to what reviewers have to say
“Secrets
Volume 12, turns on the heat with a seductive encounter inside a
bookstore, a temple of naughty and sensual delight, a galactic inferno
that thaws ice, and a lightening storm that lights up the English shoreline.
Tales of looking for love in all the right places with a heat rating
out the charts.” 4½ Stars
—Romantic
Times BOOKclub
“I really
liked these stories.You want great escapism? Read Secrets, Volume
12.”
—Romance
Reviews
“Secrets:
Volume 12 combines the best of all genes and brings together
four incredible authors in one spectacular book that is sure to be a
keeper and have readers longing for the next book.”
—Romance
Junkies
GOOD GIRL GONE BAD BY DOMINIQUE SINCLAIR Seagan’s
dreams are finally within reach. Setting out to do research for an article,
nothing could have prepared her for Luke, or his offer to teach her everything
she needs to know about sex. Licentious pleasures, forbidden desires…
inspiring the best writing she’s ever done.
Another Red Sage
hit!
“Good
Girl Gone Bad is a wonderful tale full of passion and intense interactions
between the lead characters. … Dominique Sinclair has penned a
wonderful story sure to capture readers attention and have them longing
for more. ”
—Romance
Junkies
“Dominique
Sinclair entices the reader with Good Girl Gone Bad, a sizzling,
entertaining and wickedly sensual tale. …a reminder that being
‘bad’ is so much fun and you’ll never think of the bookstore
in quite the same way again!”
—Fallen
Angel Reviews
TO MY READER
When
a man comes along who makes you want, makes you crave… When a man comes
along who is everything you secretly desire, everything you secretly
need… When a man comes along, go. Willingly, wantonly. Let there be no
regret. Let there be seduction. Let there be love.
EXCERPT FROM GOOD GIRL GONE BAD
“It’s, ah—for work.” She grabbed for the book. "May I have it back now?"
Luke
swung it above her head, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Work, huh?” He lowered the book, folded it close and held it in one
hand, seemingly taunting her to try for it again.
Of
all the imagined fantasies of being alone with Luke, being caught
reading about sex never came into her thoughts, let alone teased about
it. “I…it’s…” If she was going to be an honest to goodness writer, she
needed to act like one. She raised her chin a notch and looked him
squarely in the eye. "Research," she said in a meek voice.
He
set the book down and braced his hand on the top shelf above Reagan's
head and leaned his head down. “What exactly is it you want to learn
from these books, Reagan?”
Little
vibrations hummed through her body from the way he said her name, deep,
rich cords, almost a whisper. She dropped her chin and glanced away.
“I—I don’t know, exactly.”
He
captured her chin with two fingers, lifting her gaze to meet his for
several long moments that held Reagan's breath. “Tell me.”
“I…” She moistened her bottom lip, craving for him to lean down and kiss her.
He
lowered his gaze to her damp lips as he lightly traced his fingers from
her chin down her throat to cover her wildly beating pulse. “Don't you
know what’s in those books, Reagan?”
Luke’s
words swirled over her mouth in a moist caress, Reagan breathed the
faint taste of coffee and sugar. How she wanted his firm mouth to press
against hers, to kiss her, to ravish her… Slowly she shook her head,
biting her lower lip.
His
fingers left her pulse, his hand moved down her chest, over the ruffle
of her blouse and skimmed across the fabric to the swell of her breast,
cupping it so softly Reagan nearly cried out, only contained herself
knowing someone would come if she made a noise. For now, their corner
of the bookstore was empty.
“Look at me.”
She
sucked in a breath and slowly returned her gaze, fearing she would find
him amused. Instead he rewarded her with a look of satisfaction and his
hand pressing harder against her breast, lifting upward and squeezing
her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Reagan fought against a spasm of pain and unexpected pleasure, tensed against the warmth radiating between her legs.
“Do you want to know what’s in those books, Reagan?”
She
never knew her body could feel like this, tight and aching, yearning
and alive. If those books could teach her how to have this again and
again, then… “Yes, Luke. I want to know.” She barely recognized her
tone, she sounded ragged, out of breath, seductive.
Luke
lowered his mouth and suckled her bottom lip, nipping it before moving
to her throat. The stubble of his beard scraped against her skin,
sensitizing her flesh. Reagan dropped her head back, fingers digging
into the wood shelf behind her for support.
“Do you want me to show you what’s in those books?”
“Y-yes.”
APHRODIT'S PASSION BY JESS MICHAELS When
Selena flees Victorian London before her evil stepchildren can institutionalize
her for hysteria, Gavin is asked to bring her back home. But when he finds
her living on the island of Cyprus, his need to have her begins to block
out every other impulse.
Jess’ second
story for Red Sage is a hit as well!
“Aphrodite’s
Passion is a historical set in London and Italy. The detail is wonderful
and pulls you right into the era. … The love scenes are sure to
please erotic readers and turn up the heat. Jess Michaels has written
another story that will transport readers back in time.”
—Romance
Junkies
“Drawing
inspiration from the practices of ancient cults, Jess Michaels entertains
and enthralls with Aphrodite’s Passion… It’s a journey into
the sensual and erotic, yet illegal and forbidden, world of a sex cult.
Yet, Aphrodite’s Passion is a love story. It begins with one
man’s lust for a woman and builds into much more.”
—Fallen
Angle Reviews
TO MY READER
When
I read about the ancient cults who worshipped the goddess Aphrodite, I
knew immediately that there was an erotic, romantic story there. I hope
you enjoy Gavin and Selena’s journey through passion, duty and
ultimately, love.
For Michael, who is everything I ever wanted, and everything I never knew I needed.
EXCERPT FROM APHRODITE'S PASSION
Selena paced across her chamber, lighting a few lamps and straightening her bedclothes as she went. Why was she so nervous?
Stopping,
she peered over her shoulder to look at Gavin. He stood by her door,
appearing much as he had when he caught her pleasuring herself. A wash
of desire worked through her with the memory. He was why she was
nervous.
He
was a stranger. Sent to take her back to a life she loathed. And yet,
she ached for his touch. Her desire for him went deeper than mere
physical attraction, yet she couldn’t explain it. Not to herself. And
certainly not to him.
Now
she was alone with him. She’d chosen him to be the first man she would
take to her bed since her husband. This dangerous man who brought out
needs she hadn’t realized she had, even as she allowed her sexuality to
be awakened by the teachings of the temple.
She
sighed. The temple. There was no doubt this man had questions about the
temple, the cult and what they did here. How could she tell him enough
to soothe his fears about what would happen to him without telling him
so much that he could destroy the group?
When
she paced passed the mirror, she caught Gavin watching her. Her cheeks
heated with embarrassment. Oh, what if she did this all wrong? What if
she hurt her friends? Or worse, what if she disappointed him, proving
she wasn’t really a sensual being at all? Proving she belonged in the
straight-laced society she hated and fled from.
“Now
that you have me here,” he said softly when it became more and more
apparent she couldn’t find words to speak. “What will you do?”
She
struggled with an answer for a moment before her eyes fell on the large
metal tub in the middle of her room. It had been filled, probably on
Isadora’s orders. Steam rose from the water.
“You
must be tired from your long journey. A bath has been drawn for you.
First you will wash, then we’ll discuss our options.” She was surprised
how cool and strong her voice sounded when nerves caused her whole body
to tremble.
“Very
well.” Still he didn’t move away from the door and continued to watch
her with a cautiously. “I’ll bathe if that’s what you want, but why
don’t we talk while I do so?”
She nodded once. “Fine. Undress.”
He looked around the room, then at her. “In front of you?”
She
was pleased that his eyes widened. Obviously, he was as unnerved by the
situation as she was. Probably even more so since he didn’t understand
where he was and his life had already been threatened.
She paused at that thought. No matter what Isadora wanted, Selena wasn’t going to allow him to be killed.
She managed a smile. “Do you have something to hide, Major?”
Now
it was his mouth that quirked up with arrogance. He reached up to the
collar of his shirt and slid each button free. “Absolutely not. The
only one in this room who has secrets is you.”
She
pursed her lips. How dare he take that taunting tone when she had saved
his life not half an hour before? She opened her mouth to retort when
he freed his shirt from his trouser waist and pulled it over his head.
Then all words, all coherent thoughts disappeared.
Gavin
Fletcher had felt good beneath her hands when she touched him. He had
looked good in his fitted clothing. But it was nothing compared to the
way he looked naked. His shoulders were broad and his arms rippled with
muscles. The only marring element was a long scar jutting down his left
arm. His chest was magnificently muscled with a peppering of dark chest
hair that tapered into a V and disappeared into the waistband of his
trousers.
She
shivered as she pictured rubbing her breasts against that chest. Having
those muscular arms hold her. Those strong, skilled hands touch her in
every aching place. It was a body made for pleasure.
Hers and hers alone.
WHITE HEAT BY LEIGH WYNDFIELDRaine
is hiding in an icehouse in the middle of nowhere from one of the scariest
men in the universes. Walker escaped from a burning prison. Imagine their
surprise when they find out they have the same man to blame for their
miseries. Passion, revenge and love are in their future.
Leigh’s first
story with Red Sage was a winner!!
“White
Heat is an awesome futuristic read that will have you panting for
more when the story ends. … White Heat is full of action
and adventure and will keep readers turning the pages and waiting with
baited breath to see what happens next. Leigh Wyndfield has created
another tale that is sure to go on the keeper shelf. ”
—Romance
Junkies
“White
Heat is stunning. The reader is quickly drawn into Leigh Wynfield’s
absorbing tale and bears witness to two strong, but lost, souls finding
each other. … The story is wonderfully conceived and delivered,
far exceeding my expectations. White Heat is white hot!”
—Fallen
Angel Reviews
TO MY READER
On
an ice planet in the middle of nowhere, two loners who never should
have met find each other. One has decided to stop running. The other
has just started…
EXCERPT FROM WHITE HEAT
Walker stared up at the woman and, with a certainty that shocked him, he understood exactly what she was.
Mate.
The
word breathed through his mind, through all his reawakening senses,
shaking him to the core. That he could have found the one person meant
for him in all of Creation, here in this icy hell, boggled his mind.
All this time, he’d thought his mixed blood had meant he wouldn’t have
the bonding of his father’s people, that the generations of
inter-mating with humans had taken this destiny from him.
But
for the first time in many lunar cycles, his power stirred, even though
his body temperature wasn’t high enough to support it. The touch of her
body had set him on fire and increased his heat level in the way his
father had told him it would if he was ever lucky enough to find his
mate. His blood pounded though his veins, his senses on overload with
the smell of her body, the taste of her lips, and her dancing gray eyes.
He
wanted to tear off her clothes, rip away his own, and press his naked
body tight against hers. The warmth would be amazing. He could heal his
hands and bring her to orgasm with his touch. The way she poured heat
into him during their kiss, he knew he could do it.
He
forced his body to remain still. His hat had fallen off and her fingers
filtered through what was left of his hair. The scalp was a great
conductor of heat, and hers flowed into him, building his reserves even
more. The sensation filled him with a burning need only she could
fulfill.
Right
now, he was almost helpless, his body exhausted by the fire and the
long walk in the storm. If she kept going and kissed him a few more
times, he’d have enough energy stored to heal his hands.
“Kiss me again,” he said, his voice rusty from lack of use.
He could tell she was reluctant, her hands stilling.
“Please.”
He’d spent his whole life never begging for anything, but at this
moment, he’d do whatever it took for more of her touch.
Her mouth pulled into a frown, her brows lowering, then she shrugged and dipped her head.
Pleasure
ran the length of his body and back again, tightening every muscle,
making his cock rock hard as she slanted her lips and slipped her
tongue inside his mouth. He wanted to grab her, roll her beneath his
body, but instead, he kept his hands out to the side. He bent his
fingers, the spike of pain reminding him to go slow with her.
He
didn’t know how he was going to do it, but he needed her to take off
both of their clothes and press her body against his. As his mind
cranked through possible scenarios, his lips enjoyed her kiss. He tried
to think, even though her taste filled his mouth with warmth and
pleasure exploded inside him.
Then a plan came into his mind, something he’d never considered before.
A sizzling story
from a new Red Sage author!
“Summer
Lightning is an excellent book that takes readers away to their
own deserted island. … The love scenes are sensual, passionate
and readers will find themselves glued to the pages. Summer Lightning
is the first story that I have read by Saskia Walker, but I can definitely
say that I will be on the lookout for more of her work in the future.
”
—Romance
Junkies
“Saskia
Walker’s debut Secrets story is Summer Lightning. Set
in England, it is a highly entertaining and delightfully steamy tale
of a lusty holiday romance. The characters of Julian and Sally prove
that opposites can attract and electrically so”
—Fallen
Angel Reviews
TO MY READER
Picture
this: you’re totally alone and enjoying the summer sun on an isolated
beach. What would make it even better for you—seeing a gorgeous hunk
walking naked in the waves? And if he arrived at your door in the
middle of a storm, offering to help you out of a fix? Well, what’s a
girl to do…
EXCERPT FROM SUMMER LIGHTNING
Sally
rested back in her seat and watched him moving along the cupboards,
quickly glancing in each. He was so nonchalant about the fact he was
naked, all but for an apron. How could she not love that? In fact, he
seemed totally unaware of his body, completely lacking in
self-consciousness. He was certainly unaware of how gorgeous he was and
the affect he had on her. He had to be. She crossed her legs, savoring
the rhythmic, ticking sensation deep between her thighs. She’d never
met a man so at ease with himself. He was every artist’s dream model.
She wondered if he would model for her, during his stay. Just as the
question permeated through her consciousness, he crossed the kitchen
towards the far work surface, glancing approvingly at the cyber
figurine as he went past.
“He’s cool, I like the little man.”
“Thank you.”
Sally
got the words out and then the smile on her face froze and she watched,
horror struck, when his hand reached for the handle on the broom
cupboard. She clapped her hand over her mouth. She’d completely
forgotten about the torso when he’d started hunting through the
cupboards on his quest for sugar.
“Hello, what have we here?”
She
prayed he was talking about the broom. The dustpan and brush? Let it be
the feather duster, please. But, no, he was bending into the cupboard,
looking at what had to be her latest sculpture.
“This looks interesting.”
Maybe he wouldn’t recognize it.
He
squatted down on his haunches and slid out the thin chipboard plinth it
was resting on, to get a better look at the lump of clay formed around
its mesh frame. “Why have you got it hidden away in the cupboard?” he
asked, and turned back to her before she had a chance to do anything
about composing her features.
She lowered her hand from her mouth, and laughed, nervously.
His
brow furrowed, a half-smile still hovering. He glanced from her to the
sculpture and back, a curious expression on his face. He turned the
plinth slowly, looking at the clay.
She
was speechless, what could she say? All she could do was hope that he
wouldn’t click. Maybe the floor would open up and swallow her.
“This is me, isn’t it?” he said, still puzzled, but fascinated too.
Damn. She couldn’t bring herself to deny it.
“But
you certainly didn’t have time to get up and do this between dawn and
breakfast…so, when…?” He turned the plinth again, and looked at the
hand, which rested on the rising cock, the thumb obviously working
against it.
Oh no. That was such a huge clue.
He
stared at it for what seemed an age and then pushed it back into its
hidey-hole in the cupboard. He continued to look at it for another
minute. Sally realized she was holding her breath and her lungs were
about to burst.
He
shook his head, and stood up, closing the cupboard, and turned to her.
His expression was dark but controlled and his eyebrows were drawn down
as he considered her.
She
bit her lip. How upset was he going to be? How would she feel, if the
tables were turned? She realized that it was an intrusion, she had
intruded on his privacy, yes, and she shouldn’t have worked on the
model without his permission. What had she been thinking of?
“You
were watching me on the beach the other day, weren’t you?” His tone was
stern, and he folded his arms across his chest while he contemplated
her.
She
felt like a naughty schoolgirl. “I couldn’t help it.” That sounded so
lame. She’d made a conscious choice here. She had to defend it, and it
was in her nature to do so. “I’m sorry, I just … well, you inspired
me.” She adopted what she hoped was an imploring expression. He took a
step closer, his fingers tapping against his folded arms, his mouth
tight. She’d blown it with him already. He was upset with her. She
stood up as he approached.
She swallowed. “I’m really sorry,” she added.
“That’s not good enough.” He frowned. “You’ll have to be punished.”
“Punished?” Her voice faltered. What had she got herself into here?
He grabbed at her wrist, drawing her in close against him. His eyes were gleaming, his hand strong and controlling on her wrist.
“Yes, punished.”
She
stared up at him, in disbelief. Then she caught a glimpse of the dark,
expectant twinkle in his eyes. His mouth twitched to one side in a
sardonic smile.
“Your
face is a picture,” he commented, and then broke into a laugh, the
timbre deeply amused and satisfied. But he didn’t let her go, not just
yet.
“You devil.” She gave a nervous laugh, her eyes wide with incredulity. He was teasing her!
“That’s as may be, but you’ve still got to be punished.”
She
stared at him, disbelief spiraling inside her. Whatever did he mean by
it, to punish her? Then, somewhere inside her an instinctive pang of
anticipation suggested an answer to the question: did he mean to have
her, for her naughtiness? On his terms, whatever they might be. Her
heart began to race. She felt dizzy with confusion. He was having fun
with her, but he also seemed intent on following it through.
He
eyed her up and down with deliberation, as if the idea of it was very
appealing to him. Clasping her waist, he drew her whole body up against
him. If she had been in any doubt about his sheer physical strength, it
was all too obvious now. She was easily captured in his grasp. For some
reason it made her legs tremble and she felt the heat building between
her thighs. He ran his hands over the outline of her breast, where her
nipple jutted hard through the fabric of her t-shirt.
“I’ll give you a thirty second head start, but I have to warn you, I’m fast on my feet.”
As
he said the words, he set her aside. He flexed his arms and knotted his
fingers in a stretch, as if preparing to work her over. He nodded at
the door.
She stared at him. He couldn’t be serious.
“Thirty...twenty-nine…
you’re wasting time, anyone would think you wanted to be punished!” And
then he smiled again, and the urge to spar rose up alongside the flood
of anticipation inside her.
“If you can catch me, I’m pretty fast on my feet too,” she retorted. She turned and headed for the door.
“Twenty-eight...”
She
heard his voice as she bolted out across the grass bank that linked the
cottage grounds to the edge of the cove. The grass was deep and springy
beneath her bare feet, damp and lush from the overnight rain. Where she
was headed, she didn’t know; she just wanted to make space between
them, to outrun him, to show him she was game for a joust as much as he
was.
Punish her indeed.
She
glanced back over her shoulder, to see him nonchalantly leaning up
against the doorframe, watching her with a smile on his face. He was an
absolute devil, taunting her like that. She turned back to her path and
ran as fast as her feet would carry her, her breath catching in her
lungs, her emotions flying somewhere between elation and trepidation.
She squinted into the distance where she could make out the outline of
his motorbike on the far end of the cove. If she could make it that
far...she’d have proved a point. She dug deeper and found more
resources, moving faster than she ever thought she could. Behind her,
she heard him shouting after her.
He was on his way.
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