Secrets Volume 20 Surrender To Pleasure - by Charlotte Featherstone, Amber Green, Dominique Sinclair, Leigh Wyndfield |
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SECRETS VOLUME 20 SURRENDER TO PLEASURE
Copyright © Amber Green, Charlotte Featherstone, Dominique Sinclair, Leigh Wyndfield, 2006 All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
A WOMAN'S PLEASURE BY CHARLOTTE FEATHERSTONE EXCERPT
Inside the Sultan’s palace, Isabella, Lady Langdon is celebrating her birthday… “Behold, my dear,” George said with immense pomp and self importance. “Your gift.” Clutching the brocade, Julian pulled it to the side, slowly revealing the gold cage that was a miniature of the Blue Mosque Isabella was so enamored of. A collected gasp was heard from the room as the ornately jeweled and gilt cage glinted in the candlelight. Inside were two magnificent peacocks. Julian dared a look at Isabella and saw that her expression was not one of rapture. Instead, it bore a sort of sadness that he had seen far too many times since she had come to Constantinople. “What do you think, my dear?” George drawled. “Are they not stunning? The green one on the left is as rare as they come. Found in the jungles of Burma he was, cost me a packet.” “Thank you, my lord,” she murmured in a sad, little voice. “You are far too generous.” “True, true,” George puffed with pride. “Come,” Abdul ordered, before clapping his hands. “Let us return to the room where our supper awaits. Lady Langdon, you will converse with Julian bey and inform him where you would like your present. Perhaps you would care to have them brought into the salon where you could watch them through supper.” She smiled again, but Julian could discern no happiness in it, only duty. Her husband and the sultan, along with the other guests departed, leaving them alone once again. “Caged,” she said in a soft, bitter voice. “Such beautiful creatures housed in a gilded prison; to be an object of beauty, to be looked at when it pleases, and ignored when it does not.” Tossing the brocade to the ground, Julian walked to her, catching her about the shoulders and tilting her chin up with his thumb. “It is a terrible life to be kept behind bars.” Her voice trembled and her eyes were glistening with tears, tears he knew were embittered. “What life is it to live in such a lovely home, to have nothing to do but fan your colors, waiting for someone to notice you?” “Tell me, Isabella what sort of life is it?” “Lonely,” she said so softly and brokenly that his heart squeezed in his chest. “Incomplete. What point is life if we are to be caged, imprisoned, never knowing what it is to be free?” “Do you want to be set free?” he asked, desperation filling his voice. She looked away, back to the cage where the peacocks stood motionless in their gold prison. “If you were mine I would never ignore you—I couldn’t. If you were mine,” he said again, fanning his thumbs along her cheeks. “I would make love to you every day, every night. I would make you shudder as I fill you. I would make you scream and call my name as I bring you to orgasm.” Her lashes lowered, concealing her eyes. “You mustn’t say such things, Julian.” “What things? That my body aches to be inside you? That I can no longer stand skulking in the shadows watching you bathe, wishing I could reveal myself to you. Wishing I could be the one to cover your body with scented perfumes and oils.” “You have watched me,” she gasped and he saw the flicker of awareness turn her eyes a warm amber. “Yes, I’ve seen you and I’ve dreamt of you. God, you have no idea how incredibly arousing it is to watch you bathe. I want you, Isabella and that means beneath me, your body filled with me. I ache. I burn.” “I can’t…I must not do this. I am married, Julian, you must leave me be.” “Do you think I don’t know that? I should not covet another man’s wife, but I cannot get you out of my thoughts. I see you every night in my dreams. I cannot let you be, no matter how much I’ve struggled to do so. Why do you think I never allowed myself to come near you? Why do you think that in six months, you’ve never seen me in the palace? I kept my distance from you because I knew I could not resist you.” He gazed down at her, and brushed his thumb across her full bottom lip that felt as supple as a rose petal dipped in cream. “I know how you ache, Isabella and I want so desperately to ease that ache.” “I cannot be the woman you need.” “You are the woman I want.” “I would hate myself if I allowed you such liberties. I cannot betray my vows.” “I would have you any way you allow.” “Please, you mustn’t do this. You mustn’t…tempt me like this.” “Do you want to be free?” This time he murmured the question in her ear, allowing his breath to pass over her bare shoulder. She shuddered and pressed herself against him, her soft breaths rasping against his jaw. “You need a man to show you what you can be, a creature of beauty and mystery. I want to be that man, Isabella.” She said nothing but tilted her head, giving him more access to her alabaster throat. “I would never keep you caged. I would never refuse your advances or belittle you for desiring passion—for craving my touch—for needing me to show you how a woman ought to be worshipped.” He reached for her and wrapped his arms around her curved waist, crushing her breasts, which were enticingly full, against his velvet evening coat. This passion that was erupting between them was forbidden. She was a proper English lady—a married lady, and therefore not for him. He wanted to shout at the injustice of it as he pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck and fisted his fingers in the heavy folds of her skirts so that his hands would not wander beneath her gown to discover how her wet, hairless quim would feel beneath his fingers. With a whimper of surrender, she raked her hand through his hair and he moved his mouth along her décolletage, breathing hot puffs of breath along her flesh until he could feel the gooseflesh erupting along her skin. He heard her breaths, panting and urgent and he lifted his head and gazed at her. Slowly her eyelids fluttered open and she looked at him with such a trusting, honest expression that he could do nothing but press forward to meet her mouth. “I wanted you today—on the boat,” She gazed up at him, her beautiful eyes warm with desire. “I’ve thought of things I want you to do to my body—to me. I…in my dreams—my fantasies—I was always with you.” “I will live out your every fantasy. I swear it.” She watched him and her lips parted, and he knew that this was going to be a kiss like no other he had ever received, or ever given. Angling his head, he felt her breath caress his lips, felt every nerve in his body tense and tighten as he lowered his mouth to hers. In silence, he allowed his mouth to hover atop hers. “Do you want to be set free, Isabella?” “Yes.” But then as he was set to touch her lips with his, she looked away, biting her lip. “But I never shall.” “If you were-” She pressed her fingers to his mouth. “I am not free, Julian, nor will I ever.” “What if you were? Would you come to me if you were? Would you let me show you what it is to be a woman? Would you share your body with me?” She traced his face with her fingertip, then slowly she pressed her lips to his mouth in a soft whisper of lips and breath. “Yes. I would come to you.”
STASIS BY LEIGH WYNDFIELD EXCERPT
“Okay, I’m cutting you out of this shirt. We’ll bathe half of you today and I’ll work on something tomorrow to make this easier on both of us.” She dropped her hand and met his gaze. “We need some basic communication here. So how about we stick with blinking once for yes, twice for no?” He blinked once. “You okay with what I’m about to do?” He blinked once. “Fantastic.” She flicked her right wrist, releasing her knife from the sheath hidden in the sleeve of her shirt. It slid into her hand in a move so practiced, she didn’t even think about it anymore. Oz’s eyes widened at the display. “You don’t think you know all my tricks, do you?” Over the course of working with Osborn Welty for the last six months, she’d figured out one thing and that was that she would never have to surprise Oz with her knife. He was the one male on this planet she wouldn’t need to defend herself against. His lack of attraction to her had been a welcome relief. Sliding the blade along the seams, she tried to salvage the shirt as much as she could. Cloth was expensive as hell. She slipped the fabric from under his body. She hesitated to actually wash him. Morgann had dealt with men all her life by ignoring them or fighting them off. Once or twice she’d let one get close to her, but it had always been a mistake. This is just Oz, Morgann. He’s your friend, as much as you have one. Don’t leave him here like this because you’re a coward. The pep talk helped. She squeezed out the sponge and ignored the tightening in her stomach. Starting at his wrist, she began washing his right hand. It shouldn’t have been hard, but it was. His fingers were strong and scarred from setting up the Gatgun that was his specialty. He could have the large pulse-rifle up and running in seconds, but she’d noticed his hands bleeding more than once, the skin pinched in the process of assembling the seven heavy parts so quickly. His hands were, she realized, the only part of him that had ever touched her, brief pats to get her attention on patrol when they couldn’t communicate out loud, and that had been infrequent at best. His skin was dark, streaked with white scars, and she had the oddest vision of his hand resting on her bare stomach. Shivering, she scrubbed up his arm, blocking out the strange thoughts. Who would have known she was turned on by something so silly? Not her. Wringing out her sponge, she went to work on his forearm, ignoring the developed muscle. Pick up the pace or you’ll be here all day, Morgann! You idiot!
THE SURRENDER BY DOMINIQUE SINCLAIR EXCERPT
“Lock it,” came his voice, low, commanding from somewhere in the room. Her hand trembled slightly as she pushed the inch thick deadbolt across the door, sliding the rod into the iron eye. A single track light above her suddenly flicked on, disorienting her with a flood of bright white light. She whirled, searching the darkness of the room, unable to see beyond the halo of light into the black veil. “Remove your clothes.” Madeline looked in the direction his voice came from. She saw only darkness, but felt the heat of his gaze on her, watching. Testing. Whittaker’s words came back to her, I won’t ask you to go over the line. To do anything but obey Sebastian would risk the entire operation, could put agents in jeopardy, their lives at stake. Her life at stake. If there was a chance she’d been made, if there was a chance Sebastian knew who she was, she needed to find out for sure. Which meant she had to continue forward in this dangerous game. She had to proceed as if nothing were wrong, pray she’d find a way out before the stakes got too high. Biting the corner of her lower lip, pulling her teeth slowly over the lobe, Madeline stepped into the role of seductress, tempest, her hand going to the top button of her damp blouse, fingers slipping the nubbin through the hole, moving down to the next until her shirt parted, revealing a slice of her from her throat to the waistband of her low riding jeans she’d changed into before boarding the train. “Where are you,” she asked, her voice as low as his had been, nearly a whisper lost in the blackness. “Shhh. Your clothes.” She slipped a foot out of her high-heeled sandal, stepped onto the cool concrete floor and removed the other, all the while searching for him. Taking her time, she unsnapped her jeans, slid down the zipper and pushed the denim to the floor, hands trailing her legs, over her calves, one foot, then the other. Folding the jeans, she turned and set them on the table beside the door, the scoop hem of her shirt brushing the elastic band of her French cut panties. She sensed him moving toward her before she heard the padding of his feet. She didn’t turn. Couldn’t. Her breath caught in her throat, expanding deep in her diaphragm. Would he wrap his hands around her throat again, this time choosing to take her life? “I missed you today,” he said, his voice still low, his accent soft. He lifted her wet hair, settled it over her shoulder, slid his hands beneath the collar of her shirt, lowering it down her arms until it fell away. Lowering his head, he kissed the back of her neck, soft, gentle. A shiver vibrated down her spine, nipples erecting beneath her lace bra. Madeline was unable to stop her body’s traitorous response, heightened by relief he meant her no harm. She’d worried for nothing, his driver just happened by as she waited for a taxi. Sebastian linked his hand with hers. “Come, let’s get you dry.” Following him out of the light, wearing nothing but her panties and bra, bare feet leaving the concrete floor to step on a thick, soft area rug, Madeline once again found herself being led into Sebastian’s sensual world where every word, every touch seemed a slow seduction. Deep into the room he paused at the bar to light a votive and pour a glass of fragrant red wine, holding it out to her until her fingers wrapped around the stem, then held it still. She lifted her gaze to look at his face, the glow of candlelight accenting the hard set of his jaw, his assessing eyes. Before she could determine his mood, he released his hold on the wine goblet, walked around her to disappear behind a room sized oriental screen and returned moments later with a thick terry robe, draping it over her shoulders. She took a sip of wine and inhaled the spice of his cologne lingering on the fabric of his wrap. “Perhaps now that you are warm and dry, you care to tell me where you went today.” Surely if he knew she was an undercover agent he would have called her out the moment she stepped into the room. Which meant the most he knew was she took a trip to D.C. The least, that she was outside the train station on a rainy night. Madeline would provide him no more and no less than necessary. Cocking a brow, she drew her finger around the crystal rim of her glass. “After the way you left last night, I didn’t think you cared.” He slanted his dark eyes. “Don’t try my patience.” “Excuse me?” She feigned dignified disgust, slamming her glass on the bar top. “I’m the one you ran out on, again. Your phone rings and off you go, to heaven knows where. You won’t tell me a thing about yourself, won’t tell me where you go, who you see.” Afraid to push him too far, to become a nagging lover he’d want to rid himself of, Madeline stopped animating her hands through the air, and stepped toward him, softening her expression as she ran her palm along the hard plane of his jaw, the tips of her fingers reaching into his soft wavy hair dusting his collarbone. Rising up on her tiptoes, she pressed her mouth to his. “I can handle it, Sebastian,” she whispered. “I can handle it because I want to be near you. But I don’t have to like it.” Sebastian stared down at her, his body rigid, unyielding. Madeline wondered as the moment stretched on if she laid it on too thick, not thick enough, or if he saw straight through her lies, her deceit. “I do not allow people near me I can not trust,” he finally said, clasping her wrist and pulling her hand away. The band of his fingers increased pressure, his thumb deep into her pulse. “You’re hurting me.” Madeline twisted her hand to free herself. He spun her around, robe falling to the floor, and craned her arm behind her back like a beat cop would a punk kid selling dope on a street corner. “The thing about pain, it will eventually go away…”
THE SUBJECT BY AMBER GREEN EXCERPT
The earthquake struck at midnight, lifting the streets of West Memphis and dropping them with enough force to break car axles and set off whooping, beeping, blaring alarms. Debris banged against Esau’s truck, shooting white spiderweb cracks across the glass. He swerved to stay on more level asphalt. Help! David’s mental scream seared through him. He was close—even absolute panic couldn't make his nephew's cry so clear, unless he was very close. Vehicles clogged the next intersection, lit by headlights at all angles, but the four-story white building a block ahead should be the lab. David and his young mate Gabie had left a note that this place experimented on involuntary human subjects. They said they wanted to sneak in, get photos to send to the media. They’d been caught. Another shock slung the truck like a carnival ride, and a flash threw stark shadows on the buildings ahead. Esau braced against the dash. Another mental scream brought details: David crouched in the dark, shivering against a glass wall. The ceiling came down, and the link broke. Thrown back into his own head, Esau watched the white building ahead flatten, floor dropping on floor in slow motion. His heart stopped. David! His nephew didn’t answer. “David!” Dust rose in a cloud, reflecting a dull red from the riverfront fires. Screams, alarms and sirens made a cold stew of meaningless sound. A subsonic wumpf, more felt than heard, brought him back to his senses. That would be the fuel storage tanks at the riverfront, four miles behind. He left the truck and ran, pausing at a fallen billboard to shed his clothes. The fires rimming the horizon stained the gibbous moon like an eclipse, but he hadn’t needed moonlight to shift since his teens. With faint creaks and a burning cramp, his bones shortened and flesh flowed to the four-legged shape he knew best. His wolf nose would find a miracle, if any existed. Minutes later he found the miracle: David’s scent. He squelched the flare of hope. He’d put David on his first bike, led him through his first shift. If David was alive, I'd know it. But Gabie? He lost the scent in a nauseating mélange of spilled gasoline and ruptured sewer lines. Circling a half-buried fire truck, he heard bulkily dressed humans yelling about whether to go to the riverfront on foot. They need to help right here. Nothing short of the Mississippi would put out that fire tonight. Past the truck, he recaptured David’s scent. He sniffed madly among shuffled slabs of cement and asphalt to follow it. At the edge of the lab’s rubble, he found a naked woman prying open the door of a car that would never run again. She wore David’s scent, and others, in a haze of sex and blood. The moonlight showed numbers and letters painted on her back. Esau shifted to human and called out. She scrambled away, but fell on a pile of broken cinderblocks. He pounced without thinking, and pinned her there. She moaned. Her horror-stricken eyes did not fix on his face or track his waving hand. The musk and dust-caked blood on her skin, and the dizzying mix of fumes on her breath, tangled his instincts. She was soft, feminine, ripe for breeding, and his skin heated as she struggled under him. But she had been bred; David and two other shifters had left plenty of scent on her. Gabie would have David’s balls for that. If she lived. Thick lashes fluttered. “Run,” the woman breathed. “Got to run.” A different tremor, like a rumble of distant thunder, shook the earth. As Esau looked up, the ruddy fire-stain vanished from the clouds. The rumble continued. The Mississippi. Four miles. A safe distance? What was four miles to the Mighty Mississip? If he left her to search for his packmates—for the bodies of his packmates—she could drown. Forced to a decision, Esau scooped her up and ran to his truck.
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Description: CHARLOTTE FEATHERSTONE - A WOMAN’S PLEASURE In Victorian England, a woman's lot in life is to marry well, to tend to her husband's hearth and to bear his heirs. But what happens after one has done that? What happens when a woman begins to question her lot in life? That woman is Isabella, Lady Langdon, and when she realizes she is suffocating beneath the strictures of the Victorian ideal of womanhood, she escapes into private fantasies about a most unsuitable man—a man who is a social outcast in England for his mixed English and Turkish blood. Julian Gresham is a man who is exotic and mysterious, whose body speaks of illicit pleasures, and whose eyes convey a deep yearning that Isabella is only too willing to give in to after the death of her husband. Julian is also a man who can show her the sexual pleasures that have always been denied her. This man is everything she has ever desired, and his skillful hands awaken her like no other. She craves his touch and the nights of sexual exploration, despite the fact that he is much younger than her.
To My Readers: Enjoy the fantasy of a younger man teaching an older woman, A Woman's Pleasure! Thank you to all the readers who continually write to me, requesting more historical erotic romances! I hope this one pleases.AMBER GREEN – THE SUBJECT On the run One week Tyler is the hottest game designer in North America, in sight of her first million and ready to sign the deal of her life. The next week, she's on the run for her life. Who can she trust? Certainly not sexy, mysterious Esau, who keeps showing up right after the hoo-hah hits the fan! To My Readers: Welcome back to the world of Hawkmoor! This time you get to meet Tyler, a woman who’s used to making things go her way, and Esau, a shapeshifter who’s strong enough to rank his own needs last. Long ago, overcome by the loss of his mate and children, Esau devoted his entire being to the welfare of his pack. Then he finds a woman who needs him fully alive, and fully alpha. His duty to his pack requires him to track her down and deliver her to her enemies. He can’t. Not even if refusing may destroy the pack. To save her, he must give up everything he thought he had, and become more than he ever thought he could be. DOMINIQUE SINCLAIR - THE SURRENDER She’s slipped into Sebastian Maiocco’s life for the Department of International Crime to investigate his family, a known Sicilian mafia clan making moves into New York. Dark and dangerous, Sebastian unearths licentious desires Madeline is unable to deny, conflicting the duty that honors her. Madeline must surrender to Sebastian or risk being exposed, leaving her target for a ruthless clan. Only, if she surrenders, Madeline’s heart will be in immanent danger. To My Readers: What woman hasn’t fantasized about an Italian man? A man who is as handsome as he is dark and dangerous? To be the woman claimed and brought into a life of old world traditions and family honor? I brought this man for my heroine, Madeline Carter. Ah, if only happily ever after didn’t come with a price… LEIGH WYNDFIELD – STASIS Morgann Right has a problem. Her Commanding Officer—cool, calm, always in control Osborn Welty—has been drugged with Stasis, turning him into a living, breathing statue she’s forced to take care of for ten long days. As her hands smooth down soft skin over rock hard muscles, she suddenly sees her CO in a totally different light. She wants him and, while she can tell he wants her, touching him intimately just might come back to haunt them both when the Stasis drug wears off.
To My Readers: What would you do if a man you’ve secretly desired turns into a living, breathing statue, all yours to do with as you will? As days drag on and he silently begs you to touch him, would you do it? Or would you hold firm, even though you know it will be your only chance to have him? |
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ISBN: 9781603100007 1603100008 |
Publication Date: 12/01/2006 |
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SECRETS VOLUME 20 SURRENDER TO PLEASURE
5 STAR REVIEW      SECRETS VOLUME 20: SURRENDER TO PLEASURE is just that, a carnal unfolding of the hidden desires of woman and the pleasures they seek. Each story offers a unique and intriguing look into a woman’s place in society no matter the place in time. I especially enjoyed the last two books in the anthology STASIS by Ms. Wynfield and A WOMAN'S PLEASURE by Ms. Featherstone. However, I can honestly say that a reader will not be disappointed with any of the titles included in this volume of erotic delight. ~~~ DEBBIE - Enchanting Reviews SECRETS, Volume 20 contains four very different erotic adventures. The stories are well told with likable, fully developed characters and sizzling romance. The different genres mesh well and give a great sampling of each. For a wonderful treat, pick-up SECRETS, Volume 20. You won't be disappointed. ~~~Jennell - RRTErotic - Romance Reviews Today Vol. 20: This is an entertaining collection of stories spanning several different genres. Paranormal, Victorian-set historical, sci-fi and romantic suspense elements are featured. The sensuality levels vary, but all are hot and use explicit language. This is a fine set of tales that readers will be able to lose themselves in. ~~~Kristi Ahlers - Romantic Times BOOKreviews Volume 20 of the SECRETS series is aptly named SURRENDER TO PLEASURE because each of these stories will have you running for the ice and turning up the air conditioning. ~~~ANGEL - romancejunkies.com
A WOMAN'S PLEASURE BY CHARLOTTE FEATHERSTONE
Rating 4 1/2 Isabella, Lady Langdon is the perfect Victorian wife. Dutiful, helpmate to her husband's political ambitions, mother of two.what more could she want? Love, compassion, and appreciation would be nice. Charlotte Featherstone once again writes a wonderful tale in, A WOMAN'S PLEASURE. Justin is half English and half Persian and belongs in neither place. Filthy rich, no one ever sees him just for himself and that is all he has ever wanted. When he meets Isabella in Constantinople (erroneously called; should be Istanbul after 1452), he is consumed by her. Eventually the feelings become mutual. Unfortunately, there are many obstacles to be overcome.Isabella's husband being just one. This is a poignant story of two people in an interesting time and place. Well written, A WOMAN'S PLEASURE is not to be missed. ~~~Ultimate Romance Reviews
"A Woman's Pleasure," by Charlotte Featherstone. Victorian Lady Isabelle has always done what society expects of someone of her station. Now that she given birth to the heir and the spare, she wants freedom. When she meets half-breed outcast Julian, Isabelle thinks he is too young for her and perhaps too exotic with his Turkish heritage, but on the other hand perhaps a taste of him would do no harm. Usually this reviewer dislikes mixing of genres, but Secrets seems to do this successfully as evident by the range from paranormal shape shifting to sci fi to Victorian historical to suspense. All have in common strong protagonists and delightful story lines that are fun, exciting, and hot as the tradition of excellence continues with the twentieth edition. ~~~Harriet Klausner - REVIEWS
STASIS BY LEIGH WYNDFIELD Leigh Wynfield, has one heck of an imagination. In STASIS, we are taken to a planet which is currently being protected by Troopers. Osborne Welty (Oz), Commanding Officer of the 12th Division, does something colossally stupid (which is something he never does), he takes one for a new recruit, breathing in the enemy's drug that puts a person in stasis. The human body is frozen and unable to move, yet, it can feel, and the victim can open and close their eyes. There is a cure, and when SecCom Morgann (Oz's second in command) brings Oz to the infirmary, she is told that they are out of the antidote and no more is expected for 10 days. What is she supposed to do with her CO for that long? I just LOVED this story. The thought that went into it and the building of the characters was done beautifully. I like different, and Ms. Wynfield definitely delivers on different. ~~~Ultimate Romance - Rating 4
"Stasis" by Leigh Wyndfield. Morgan finds her commanding officer Osborn under the influence of the drug stasis that turns people into living statues for about ten days. Morgan plans to take care of her C.O. especially keeping him clean. Usually this reviewer dislikes mixing of genres, but Secrets seems to do this successfully as evident by the range from paranormal shape shifting to sci fi to Victorian historical to suspense. All have in common strong protagonists and delightful story lines that are fun, exciting, and hot as the tradition of excellence continues with the twentieth edition. ~~~Harriet Klausner - REVIEWS
Morgann never expect that she will be in control of the man who commands her. However, that is exactly what happens when Osborn gets drugged with a powerful substance called stasis. Now he is a living statue and will stay that way for ten long days. Morgann has been assigned to take care of him for the length of his confinement. Will she find herself wanting to do more than just care for his basic needs? STASIS takes us on a whirlwind ride into the future and one woman’s battle with herself. Morgann and Osborn are one of the hottest couples I have ever read about and will certainly leave you sweating. The plot is unusual and very different and only an author like Leigh Wyndfield can pull it off so grandly. The sensual tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Readers will immerse themselves in this futuristic tale and find themselves looking for more of Leigh Wyndfield work. ~~~ANGEL - romancejunkies.com
THE SURRENDER BY DOMINIQUE SINCLAIR Surrender is a crime-drama filled with betrayals and lies. Sebastian and Madeline both have good reason to suspect the other of deceit, yet are unable to deny the electricity that arcs between them. Suspense and drama build to a jolting end, and ironic twists. A story of rebuilding trust, Surrender is filled with emotion and sexual tension. ~~~Jennell
"Surrender" by Dominique Sinclair. Department of International Crime undercover Agent Madeline investigates Sebastian and the other Maioccos family members. However, she finds a need to go under the cover with Sebastian who makes her forget her mission with his kisses. Usually this reviewer dislikes mixing of genres, but Secrets seems to do this successfully as evident by the range from paranormal shape shifting to sci fi to Victorian historical to suspense. All have in common strong protagonists and delightful story lines that are fun, exciting, and hot as the tradition of excellence continues with the twentieth edition. ~~~Harriet Klausner - REVIEWS
Rating 4 1/2 SURRENDER by Dominique Sinclair knows how to get at the heart of a woman's secret desire. A bold dashing Italian man, undercover police work, family, loyalty and love. What else is missing? Absolutely nothing! Madeline and Sebastian are circling around each other, and they are hot. Madeline is convinced that Sebastian is working for the less desirable criminal element in Italy and New York, and Sebastian thinks she is a spy planted by his corrupt cousin. The story is compelling, the sex is hot and the characters are to die for. Enjoy every minute of this one. ~~Ultimate Romance - Rating 4 1/2
THE SUBJECT BY AMBER GREEN
"The Subject" by Amber Green. Game designer Tyler was on the verge of making millions, but instead she is on the run with someone wanting her dead. The mysterious shapeshifting Esau seems to show up every time she needs him, but can she trust him with her heart and her life? Usually this reviewer dislikes mixing of genres, but Secrets seems to do this successfully as evident by the range from paranormal shape shifting to sci fi to Victorian historical to suspense. All have in common strong protagonists and delightful story lines that are fun, exciting, and hot as the tradition of excellence continues with the twentieth edition. ~~~Harriet Klausner - REVIEWS
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