Naughty Fantasy Releasing July 21 at Loose ID!

Naughty Fantasy
Releasing July 21 at www.loose-id. com

Jolie Amato loses her most prized possession; her private journal. It’s filled with dark, carnal fantasies, she’s never revealed to anyone. Finding the right person to explore her dreams with has proven difficult. But she may have finally hit the jackpot, when she awakes bound to her bed.

While walking out of the gated community where he resides, Detective Mac Dumont stumbles upon a diary. With no name of ownership on the outside, he opens the book. And that is the precise moment he falls head over heels in lust with Jolie. He’s the dominant that can forcefully take charge, and he has no problem giving life to her dreams.

Excerpt:
Jolie’s alarm rung loud, disturbing her from sleep. She stretched her arm to stop the sound, but found she couldn’t move. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she squashed it down. She tried to open her eyes, but something held them closed. Someone was in the room with her. She felt their presence -- their body heat. She struggled against the bonds, pulling at the ties that bound her. Her muscles tightened, and she gave the ties a hard yank, but still nothing. The alarm stopped its annoying ringing, and she realized that she had to remain calm. She wasn’t going to free herself on her own, so she was at her captor’s total mercy. Her throat closed in terror, and she had to force herself to breath to calm her rattled nerves. Freaking out wasn’t in her character. Thinking with a level head was, and it was important she remembered that.

“It would be easier on you, if you remained still.”

His tone was strong and deep. She was sure she’d heard his voice before. And did that mean that he knew her?

Still, what if his intentions were to kill her? Was he going to torture her first? Was that why she was tied up? Her heart felt like it was pounding two hundred beats per minute, and she couldn’t stop shaking.

Jolie inhaled deeply, trying to calm the questions running rampant through her brain and the nervousness threatening to take over all rational thoughts. “Who are you? What do you want? You can have anything you want. Please…just don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not here to harm you,” the man replied. “Think about it. If I were, you would probably be dead by now. As odd as this may sound, you can trust me. I want to make all of your dreams come true, Jolie.”

How in the hell does he know my name? Was he delusional? Trust a complete stranger? Was the concept even possible? She supposed anything was, but trusting him would make her absolutely insane. “You’re asking me to trust you? You break into my home, tie me up to my bed, and you’re asking me to trust you?” Even her words were coming out shaky now. She took a deep breath. “How do you know my name?”

“Because we aren’t strangers. I must admit to reading your diary. I have read all of your thoughts and secret fantasies. And I can only hope your words were true. But if they weren’t, I will untie you now and walk out of your life for good.”

So now the pieces were beginning to fit. She was now 100 percent sure where her lost journal had ended up. In the hands of this man, a stranger for the most part, or at least for now. She silently acknowledged that deep in the pit of her stomach she felt uneasy, vulnerable at the fact that he knew her most private secrets, yet she didn’t even know who he was. That posed a huge problem. She didn’t trust easily, and to trust a stranger would be a crazy thing to do.



Current Project: Heath & Wyatt's Hostage
Heath is surprised when information on a hit leads him to Cadie. He hasn’t seen her in two years, and during that time, she’s been the star of his most erotic fantasies. Persuading her that he and his brother Wyatt are the men who will protect her is nearly impossible. His only recourse is to take her as his hostage, and when he does Heath realizes that a threesome affair is inevitable as well as losing is heart to her.

Lust was what she felt, the first time Cadie laid eyes on Heath. Now he’s back in her life with intentions of protecting her. But Cadie has never acted like a helpless female. Heath has other plans though, and takes her as his hostage. Surrounded by Heath and Wyatt, it’s impossible not to act out on the desire she feels for both, and it doesn’t surprise her one bit when she begins to fall in love.

With a will made out of steel, Wyatt holds back the raw, carnal feelings he has for Cadie. The last thing he wants to do is cause a riff with his brother. But Cadie is a temptation he can’t control. He’s falling in love with her, and he’s surprised when Heath notices. But he’s even more stunned, when Heath’s willing to share her forever.

Unedited Excerpt:
Heath watched as Cadie moaned, stretching her body upward. That position put her breasts out, straining against her shirt, and her arms in the air. Now all they needed was a bed, and he’d be able to make love to her all night long. Hell, he’d do it standing if it meant that he’d have his cock inside of her. Heath leaned to the side of the chair and flicked on the lamp.

“What the fuck?”

Her voice was full of shock, and he felt like an ass for intentionally scaring her that way. But the feeling quickly faded to astonishment. He watched, amazed, as her arms dropped, one swinging to her side, only to bring it forward with her gun aimed at his face.

He wasn’t surprised at her reaction. She was a retired cop, and was trained in how to defend herself. His cock rose, swelling hard against his jeans. Oh, he was one perverted fuck, getting hard at the sexy-as-hell sight she made, and not giving a shit that she had a weapon pointed at him. But not all of his brain went straight to his dick. He was smart enough to know that any sudden moves would most likely have her firing that gun.

Her eyes grew wide, surprise etched into her face, her gaze flicking from the top of his head to his booted feet, recognition settling in her stare as she lowered the gun, though the tension in her body still remained. “So, you’ve resorted to stalking me now?”

He smiled. That wasn’t the response he was expecting, but he definitely appreciated her sassiness. He raised his brow. “It caught your attention. But the word stalking would imply that I have been harassing you, when in fact this is the first time, I’ve seen you in a year.”

“Has it been that long?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “If you wanted my attention, a phone call would have sufficed.” She chewed on her bottom lip.

He noticed the tightening of her muscles going lax.

He rose to his feet. “I wanted to make an impression.”

She flicked the safety back on the gun, removed the holster from her body, placed it and her weapon on the table. “You’ve succeeded and made a lasting one by scaring the crap out of me. What do you want?”

“It’s a bit more complicated than what I want. It has to do more with what has to be done. A lengthy explanation would be required.”

She arched her eyebrow, a smirk crossing her luscious lips. “Care to elaborate?”

“I don’t think you’ll like the outcome.”

“I doubt I will. But feel free to take a shot at it.”

He smiled. “At my own pace.”

“You purposely being obtuse?”

He was so turned on at this point that if she weren’t in the room, he would have taken out his cock for some relief. Hell, masturbating in front of her didn’t seem like a bad idea as long as it relieved the pressure. It would sure get out a reaction out of her. “Is that a compliment?”

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The week from Hell!

Oh when it rains- it really pours.

Check out my week.

Sister gets into car accident (someone hits her and front car is damaged-but thank god she is ok.)

Next day someone decides to charge $450.00 worth of items on my credit card, illegally. Now yes, credit cards will give you the money back, BUT its really a bitch the amount of phone calls one has to make.

And payroll at my husband's company didn't deposit his pay for this week in his account.

I've got a migraine...and I'm frustrated. But it could be worse.

Hope everyone's week was better than mine. And here's too a better weekend.


Jade

Truth, Dare, or Handcuffs or Threeway Available 1/19/09 at www.loose-id.com

This story contains two stories titled: Truth, Dare, or Threeway AND Truth, Dare, or Handcuffs. Both stories are brand new and are contemporary menage (m/f/m )

TRUTH, DARE, OR THREEWAY
Nicholas, half owner of Faso Security sets a plan in motion to bring himself closer to his human resources manager, Vanessa. He traps himself in the elevator along with his partner Benito and Vanessa and suggest a game. It's his plan to get Vanessa to reveal the truth and Nicholas would do anything to win Vanessa's heart.

Being stuck in the elevator with two gorgeous men wasn't a good thing. With the air conditioning out, the phone not working, and her bosses half naked, Vanessa agrees to play a game of Truth or Dare. The stakes are high as clothes are shed, and a three-way as hot as a furnace reveals the ultimate truth.

Benito, half owner of Faso Security and best friend to Nicholas share a love for the same woman. He wants to woo her, give her time to get used to the both of them before making his move. But Nicholas isn't as patient as he and he hatches a plan that will shed all of their inhibitions, paving the way for their threesome affair.

EXCERPT
Being stuck in the elevator with two gorgeous men wasn't a good thing. Vanessa was trying desperately to convince herself of that, but failing miserably. The air-conditioning had stopped long ago, and even though the elevator was fairly large, the walls felt like they were closing in on her.

Drops of sweat ran down her cleavage, her black camisole stuck to her skin, and the short tan skirt she had worn because of the hot weather didn't provide any sort of relief. And being trapped in the middle of a New York City heat wave added to the disaster. But that wasn't what had her so uncomfortable.

What really had her on edge was the strong, animalistic urge to rip her clothes from her body and show the men in front of her how much she wanted to fuck them. She moaned and then stiffened as she realized she sounded like a cat in heat. She considered herself a practical woman who thought things out before making decisions. But a little more of this and she was going to lose all her sensibilities.

She picked up the emergency phone. "Hello. Is anyone there?"

Silence. She placed the handset back on the hook. She wasn't surprised that it didn't work. She was past being shocked. She was within a couple of steps of two hungry male alphas , and she could feel their desire collide with her own. Two gazes watched her heatedly, and she bit her bottom lip against the need to give in to the both of them. She looked at the ceiling.

She concentrated on anything minuscule, just so she wouldn't have to give in to her desire. She stared at her suit jacket and Nicholas's discarded shirt, lying on top of her briefcase, as if they were the most interesting things in the world. But two seconds later, she shifted her gaze to Nicholas.

He watched her, his gaze hot with need, his midnight black hair reaching to his shoulders, the strands gleaming under the elevator lighting. Her palms itched with the urge to touch his hair, and on the heel of that thought came another one even more powerful. What would it feel like to have those sensual, soft lips between her thighs, her hand gripping those strands as she held his head against her pussy? His full lips were wet as if he had just run his tongue over them. The muscles of his bare upper body gleamed with sweat, his flat, rippling stomach was candy to her gaze.

She dropped her stare to his pants. His cock pressed against his slacks, and she could tell by the outline that his dick was well proportioned for his large body. Oh God. His cock would stretch her full as he pounded the thick length inside of her. She licked her lips at the thought, her mouth watering with the urge to taste him.

She turned her head only to have her gaze collide with Benito Callas. He was a complete contrast to Nicholas, but still extremely attractive. He was an inch taller than Nicholas, his body leaner but toned with muscle. His hair, a deep shade of chocolate, the length short, was cut into military style, and his eyes were the richest shade of blue she'd ever seen.

Benito, also naked from the waist up, had long discarded his white polo shirt and navy blazer in an attempt to relieve himself of the heat. His flat stomach held a three-inch scar but that didn't deter from his attractiveness. Instead, it gave him a hard-edged look that she found appealing. But Vanessa wasn't going to make the same mistake and drop her gaze to inspect his cock. She had no doubt that he was probably blessed in that area too.

"Come on, Vanessa. This cat-and-mouse game has gone on long enough. Time to make your move. Let's play a game of truth or dare."

She closed her eyes, trying desperately to shut out Nicholas's words. It was probably a childish reaction, but she didn't want them to see how desperate she was. His voice held a deep tone, a sound of sureness, and Vanessa knew and had seen firsthand how he was used to having his orders followed.

Her clit throbbed heavily, and her thong was already soaked with her cream. The elevator was filled with their scent, and every single time she breathed, she felt like she was taking a part of them within her. A vibe of electric desire zipped through her body and she had to fight against the urge to cross her legs in an attempt to relieve her pounding clit.

"Ease up, Nicholas."

Vanessa opened her eyes at Benito's words. As practical and as sensible as he was, the co-owner of Faso & Callas Securities hadn't come on to her as aggressively as Nicholas. Instead, Benito used subtle approaches like staying late on workdays, waiting until her shift was over so he could drive her home, or asking her out for a quick bite to eat.

And without her realizing it, Benito had sneaked into her heart with his warm aura and gentleness. She remembered the one hot and heavy kiss she'd had with him, filled with tongue and teeth. The kiss had surprised her because it had opened the door to the possibility of more. It had been a hungry meeting of lips, starting out tentatively, tasting each other for the first time. But it had quickly turned into fire, with Benito dominating their position, one of his hands caught in her hair, the other hand stroking her breast.

She should've realized that Benito's agenda was the same as Nicholas's. She saw it in both of their gazes.

They wanted to fuck her.

TRUTH, DARE, OR HANDCUFFS

A proposition that went wrong. That's how Kane Strong would describe the night he'd made a threesome proposal to his lover of ten months, Rain Forester. The same night she packed up her clothes, and left without one word. Now that she's back in his life and needs his protection, Kane isn't going to let her go so easily.

Her departure tore them apart. For ten months, Rain lost herself in the only man she's ever loved. Until his partner, Costas Montero started spending more time at their place. The way he watched her when Kane wasn't around unnerved her. But it wasn't until Kane suggested a ménage, that she left. Now both reenter her life to protect her from a stalker, and she's forced to confront her feelings for them both.

Watching her from afar, gains him nothing. Costas's last assignment is done, and he's sent to team up with Kane on a mission that has insides twisted into knots. He lost Rain before he ever got the chance to get close. And being around her without touching her would drive him insane. But he'd do anything to protect her, even if it meant watching her from a distance.

EXCERPT
"Good morning. I trust you've rested well. I was about to go look for you just to make sure." He placed two plates of bacon and eggs on the table. There were toast and coffee mugs already set out. Rain's gaze lifted to his as she made her way to the kitchen table.

"I did sleep well, thanks. You've probably thought I was hiding out from you." She blurted the words, knowing that was exactly what he was thinking.

"And were you?"

She pulled a chair back and sat. "I was using the time to rethink a few things." Rain dug into her meal and sipped her coffee. She was aware of him watching her, but she forced herself to act as if his gaze didn't turn her on.

"While you were resting, Jake faxed over the report on the explosion that occurred at the restaurant. There was an explosive fertilizer residue found on what was left of the bag the bomb was placed in. Ammonium nitrate was also found. That was the key ingredient in making this bomb. Unfortunately, it's sold on various Web sites and stores, so it's going to take us too long to find out where it was bought. Jake also sent Monica's phone records. The only two people Monica made numerous calls to for this month were you and her boss, Dr. Narcosis. The police department pulled him in for questioning, but he claims he was home alone the night Monica was murdered," Kane said as he reached for his coffee cup.

He took a sip and continued. "The police obtained a warrant, searched his apartment, and held him for a few hours, but eventually released him." Rain leaned back in her chair. "He's involved in this, Kane. My gut is telling me he knows something." "I can't argue with you there. I have the same feeling. He's bound to screw up eventually, and that will give us the opportunity to capture him."

Rain arched a brow and changed the subject. "Have you heard from Costas?"

"I was wondering when you'd ask."

She kept silent. Any answer she gave would only enforce Kane's view that she cared about Costas. And even though she had admitted it to herself, she wasn't ready to speak it out loud and confess it. "I spoke to him early this morning. He's back from his last assignment. He should be here sometime this morning. Nicholas wants us both guarding you until they catch this creep."

That made her nervous. If Kane's sex appeal had her wanting to fuck him now, imagine how she would react when the two of them were in the same room. It wouldn't be like before, where she could pretend that she and Costas were just friends. Not after the steamy kiss they had shared. She sipped her coffee, closing her eyes, pushing thoughts of Costas away temporarily, concentrating on the richness of the brew as it slid down her throat.

"You're even more beautiful now then when I'd seen you last." She set the cup down and opened her eyes.

"I'm the same." Kane pulled out the closest chair to her and sat down. He reached over and ran his thumb across her bottom lip.

"No, you're not. You've lost about ten pounds. Your gaze appears haunted at times, and the thought of you suffering any pain sickens me. But you're still one beautiful, sexy woman."

He had a way with words that seemed to always ignite a deep emotion within her, whether it be love or sexual hunger. Right now, she felt a little of both. And that was probably why she stuck her tongue out, running it against the rough pad of his finger. She wanted to melt at his touch.

It would take only two seconds for her to hike her dress to her waist, release his cock, and straddle him. He groaned and wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking the length through his sweats. She dropped her gaze to his erection, which pressed against the cotton of his pants.

Kane reached for her and lifted her from the chair. He placed her on his lap. A squeal of surprise erupted from her lips as he gripped her hair in his hand. "What are you doing?"

"Reading your mind." Her dress fluttered around his legs as she straddled his thighs. She moaned, feeling the heat of his hardness against her pussy. The only barrier between them was the thin fabric of her thong and his cotton pants. He pressed his lips against hers, and immediately she opened her mouth. His kiss was soft and thorough, sending a wave of heat throughout her body.

This was what she had been missing, the connection that they'd always had. She moved her hips, rocking against his length. It felt delicious rubbing her pussy against him, and she found herself shifting back and forth, the friction raising her ecstasy higher. She pulled back from the kiss as Kane slid the straps of her sundress off her shoulders, and she lifted her arms upward, helping him bare her breasts. His tongue stroked her mouth, mimicking the way she wanted his cock caressing her pussy. She clenched her stomach, cream drenching her thong. She rocked faster as he rubbed his thumbs over her tight nipples.

"I see I've missed a lot."

It didn't even take a second for her to process whose voice it was. Costas. It felt like her stomach had dropped to the pit of her womb, and her heart began to race. She pushed the top of her dress up, and covered her breasts as she pulled back from Kane. She turned, facing the other man who had become an important part of her life. And there he was, in all his manly glory, dressed in ripped jeans, a white T-shirt, and black boots. A certifiable bad boy, one she would have to confront sooner rather than later.

So I'm the aunt

of a baby girl born Friday 9/19/08. She's 7lbs and her name is Arianna. She has three siblings. I went to go see her last Saturday, and she is adorable. :-)

Kids are doing good in school. It's been tough getting Jocelyn up every morning at 6AM. She wants to stay in bed, but I'm on a strict schedule in the morning, and I have to be at work by 7AM, so that leaves me with an hour to dress her, comb her hair, prepare her lunch, buy her breakfast, and drive to work in the span of an hour. It's tough, but I would trade the experience for anything in the world.

Been surfing the web for a few days, taking a break from writing. I tell you- on the news channels, the continuous suffering kids are going through these days from being abused. It actually disgusts me, and I pity the kids that have not had helped, that have to live in an environment such as that. And to the filth that does the abusing-May God have mercy on your soul, and watch over the helpless angels. To those that are suffering parents and children alike, I'd say turn to God, our Savior. He is the way--the only way.

So in a few days, September will be gone. I've actually already started Christmas shopping. I have about 20 kids to buy for and I figured I'd get a head start.

Writing wise-Yep I'm on a small break, and you know what it feels great. I work 9 hours a day, to run home, prepare dinner, make sure the kids take a bath and do their homework, only to sit on our laptop at home to help my husband do some of his office related work for another hour. (Yes I do get paid, but it's been hectic.) The new schedule has forced me to cancel my gym membership at Curves. I was actually doing so well on that too. Well, kids come first you know, and yes if I didn't help hubby with work, we wouldn't get paid.

There's some new stuff on my coming soon page of my website CLICK HERE It is work that I'm currently working on and awaiting news on from a publisher. As to new releases coming your way, Forced Fantasy will be released in November. I'm awaiting edits from my editor.

And that's all for now folks. Take Care and God Bless!

Jade James

September seems to already flying by:

Today is the first day of a "full day" of school for my kids. Catholic Schools first week was 1/2 day. I think Jocelyn was nervous about today, but Joshua did play it cool.

I contacted the lovely Jacque to make an addition to my website. I wanted her to set up a work in progress section of my next 3 releases. Here is a sneak peak at the blurbs:

Truth, Dare, or Handcuffs:

A proposition that went wrong.
That’s how Kane Strong would describe the night he’d made a threesome proposal to his lover of ten months, Rain Forester. The same night she packed up her clothes, and left without one word. Now that she’s back in his life and needs his protection, Kane isn’t going to let her go so easily.

Her departure tore them apart.
For ten months, Rain lost herself in the only man she’s ever loved. Until his partner, Costas Montero started spending more time at their place. The way he watched her when Kane wasn’t around unnerved her. But it wasn’t until Kane suggested a ménage, that she left. Now both reenter her life to protect her from a stalker, and she’s forced to confront her feelings for them both.

Watching her from afar, gains him nothing.
Costas’s last assignment is done, and he’s sent to team up with Kane on a mission that has insides twisted into knots. He lost Rain before he ever got the chance to get close. And being around her without touching her would drive him insane. But he’d do anything to protect her, even if it meant watching her from a distance.

Naughty Fantasies

Jolie Amato loses her most prized possession; her private journal. It’s filled with dark, carnal fantasies, she’s never revealed to anyone. Finding the right person to explore her dreams with has proven difficult. But she may have finally hit the jackpot, when she awakes bound to her bed.

While walking out of the gated community where he resides, Detective Mac Dumont stumbles upon a diary. With no name of ownership on the outside, he opens the book. And that is the precise moment he falls head over heels in lust with Jolie. He’s the dominant that can forcefully take charge, and he has no problem giving life to her dreams.

Heath’s Hostage

Heath Crain is surprised when information on a hit leads him to Cadie. He hasn’t seen her in two years, and during that time, she’s been the star of his most erotic fantasies. Convincing her that her life is in danger is no problem. But persuading her that he and his partner Wyatt are the men to protect her is nearly impossible. His only recourse is to take her as his hostage, and when he does Heath realizes that a threesome affair is inevitable as well as losing is heart to her.

Lust was what she felt, the first time Cadie Franklin laid eyes on Heath. Now he’s back in her life with intentions of protecting her. But Cadie has never acted like a helpless female. She wants to investigate the person who wants her dead, and the reason why. Heath has other plans. He and Wyatt both want to guard her, so Heath takes her as his hostage. Surrounded by both men, it’s impossible not to act out on the desire she feels for both, and it doesn’t surprise her one bit when she begins to fall in love.

Truth, Dare, or Handcuffs was submitted and may be in an anthology. I've yet to hear news on it. The other two are work in progress-and I'm hoping to have both finished by October.

After that I'll be working on Desire of Three (sequel to Kidnapped) and then I may take a week or two off from writing, just to concentrate on my kids and hubby.

That's it for now, on the news front. Hope everyone has a fantastic week!

Jade James

Kidnapped by Jade James Available Now at Loose ID!

BLURB:
Sierra Rand is trying desperately to move on with her life. But an invitation to Fantasy Island to meet Van and Trance has her running. She intends to stay hidden for a while. But Van kidnaps her and it becomes a losing battle when Van and Roman both use their sex appeal to enslave her.

Van Merck is angry that Sierra decided to run before giving them a chance. His domineering attitude takes over, and instead of taking her departure as a sign that Sierra wants nothing to do with him nor Roman, he kidnaps her. Sparks fly as they first meet, and he's willing to do anything to make sure Sierra ends up a permanent part of their lives.

Roman Trance goes along with Van's idea of kidnapping Sierra. The immense attraction he feels toward her equals the lust he has for Van. And he's intent on wooing her with his gentle patience because he has no intention of choosing between Van or Sierra.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual situations, ménage (m/m/f).

Excerpt

As she stepped outside and turned to close the front door behind her, an unusual wave of heat brushed her back, causing her stomach to dip with nerves. The feeling of being watched returned full force, and Sierra quickly shifted her body. But it was too late.

A hand slapped against her mouth, sealing off her cry of surprise as an arm wrapped around her waist. She was lifted off her feet, and she screamed, but the sound only came out muffled. She kicked her legs against the ones behind her, fear causing adrenaline to pound through her blood.

“Easy,” a voice growled into her ear.

Easy? She was probably about to be raped -- or worse, killed -- and her captor tells her to be easy? Sierra redoubled her efforts and finally connected her heel with her captor’s shin. He grunted but didn’t release her. He carried her inside her home, and Sierra heard the door shut.

There had to be something she could do. He wasn’t going to hold her like this forever. He had to make a move, and she was going to be ready when he did. Her captor walked them into the living room and placed her on her feet in the center. When he released her, she whirled around, taking two steps back.

She froze in shock. The pale gray eyes that met her own were probably the last ones she wanted to see. Van resembled his photograph, but up close his presence was larger than she’d thought. He looked to be over six feet, his physique hard with muscles.

She tightened her hand on her purse while swallowing tightly. Panicking was not an option. “What are you doing here?”

He took a step closer to her. “We had an appointment.”

She licked her lips, realizing that the scheduled meeting was still about two hours away. He couldn’t know she wasn’t going to show up unless he’d been following her. So was he the one who’d been trailing her for a while now? Who would have thought Van, the leader of the Covenant, was a bit of a stalker? Another reason on her list to look for a quick escape. “I wasn’t intending to keep it. That should’ve given you a clue.”

“And I’m here to convince you our meeting could end in happiness if you only give it a chance.”

“I don’t think so.”

Sierra did the only thing she could think of. She threw her purse at his face. She caught his surprise as he brought his arms up instinctively to catch it. But that was all she saw, because she ran past him, heading to the foyer again. If she could get out of the house, then maybe she had a slim chance of outrunning him. She was only human, and no match for a vampire’s speed. Still, she at least had to try.

Sierra screamed as her ankle unexpectedly tilted to the side, causing her to stumble. She brought her arms up as she realized that she was going to hit the wood floor hard. But with a speed that astounded her, Van suddenly managed to land in front of her. He couldn’t stop her from falling, but he took the weight of her body, and the brunt of her fall. The momentum knocked him backward, and she instinctively put her hands out, landing right on top of him. How in the hell did he do that when he was supposed to be behind her? Shit! He must be a speed demon, she thought hysterically.

She felt his arms wrap around her waist as she tried to control her breathing. Adrenaline was still pumping through her blood. Van’s hand moved to the back of her neck and before she could come up with a refusal, he pulled her head down, capturing her lips in a hot kiss. Almost against her will, she parted her lips, accepting his tongue, inhaling his spicy scent.

She couldn’t resist him, but in the back recesses of her mind, Sierra knew this wasn’t what she needed in her life now. This kiss would just prove she wasn’t attracted to him.

But he tangled his tongue with hers, sucking on it, and that thought just fled out of her mind. She moaned at the realization that his hard cock was pressed against her stomach. She felt it all -- the solidity of his chest smashing against her breasts, her pussy suddenly tingling and wet with desire. She had never felt such yearning for anyone, and she savored it, but a voice broke into her thoughts, forcing her to end the kiss.

“You two weren’t planning to get busy without me?” a voice from above asked.

She turned her head, surprised to see a dark-haired man standing beside them.

Roman.

Her breath hitched as she realized it was him -- Van’s lover. She lifted herself off of Van, scrambling to her feet. Roman was a couple of inches shorter than Van, and thicker, more heavily muscled. His eyes were as dark as the black hair on his head. Sierra couldn’t help but notice what a sexy contrast he was to Van. Both men were gorgeous, and she imagined them to be almost like an angel and a devil. “Actually, I was just trying to escape him.”

Roman smiled. “It didn’t look like that to me.”

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OMP will never make amends.

Recently a poster at my blog commented on my one woman fight with OMP two years ago. OMP seems to have gone under the rock they crawled out from, because their website is no longer up. Am I glad? Yes. No one deserves to be cheated for the hard work they put in. My only wish is that the owner of OMP never be allowed to open an epublishing company ever again.

Rumors have been flying around that Noemi (the owner) is now writing under the guise of Essence. It appears that this rumor is valid, because one epublisher called her out in a lie, and stated that "Noemi" even dared to give the epublisher an invalid social security number.

Personally, it stuns me at what Noemi would do nowadays. If she continues with these lies, the way the word revolves--she will soon be caught and hopefully legally prosecuted for providing false information, false ISBN numbers and a host of other illegal activities. I don't wish anyone bad- but my ultimate hope is that she sees the error of her ways, and is able to walk away.

Jade James