Peyton’s powerless against the growing need to please and play with Michael on the phone.
While the connection between Peyton and Ian, whom she knows as Michael, continues to deepen and heat up over the phone, both of them struggle to maintain the relationships they’re currently involved in. Peyton is stunned when Jace asks her to move in with him. Her hesitation to his proposal brings her closer to facing the troubling realisation that Jace is not the man she wants. Meanwhile, Ian tries to appease his lover Lauren, who’d like to be more in his life, but there’s only one woman he truly wants to spend time with…and she’s only a phone call away.
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Zori revels in the control she exerts over the opposite sex; no man has ever challenged her in the bedroom or out...until she meets Greyson.
She's beautiful, intelligent and sometimes deadly to the men who enter her bedroom. For Zori, voracious appetites for sex and food reign supreme. She's never known rejection, romance or love...her life and heart has always been her own. The moment she sets eyes on Greyson, Zori makes it her quest to have him in her bed, but she's finally met her match. Can two lovers with secrets face the truth and trust their hearts?
Excerpt:
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"No, thanks." Zori barely flicked a glance towards the handsome blond ogling her body as she walked by. Men could be so pathetic. She looked across the sunken dance floor to the bar against the back wall to see her target tilt back a bottle of beer. Her talons scrapped against the smooth floor as she waded through sweaty dancers along the wall to reach the other side of the club. As she approached, he turned around and their eyes met. A zing of anticipation raced through her blood as she moved next to him at the bar.
The thrill of the hunt always excited her.
She leaned against the counter, fully aware of his dark gaze running over her body as she pretended to inspect the bottles of alcohol on display in front of her. With a casual toss of her ebony tresses, she turned her face to see arresting brown eyes staring at her with interest. She moved a little closer to him with a practiced shy smile. "I'm Zori."
"Greyson." He offered a slight grin before taking another sip of his drink. Up close, her guy was taller and bigger than she first estimated which pleased her. She felt sorry for the expensive suit straining to give way to the hard muscles concealed underneath. "Happy Halloween."
Greyson lifted an eyebrow. "Back at you."
The sexy smile curving his full lips tempted her to pounce on him right then and there, witnesses be damned.
"Are you here alone?"
He turned his body towards her, his deep voice carrying easily over the loud music.
"Yes."
"Really…wow."
His eyes moved from her folded wings down over the rest of her body.
Zori smiled, pleased, even though she'd heard enough compliments to last a lifetime. "Dance with me?" She began to move her hips to the seductive rhythmic pull of the DJ's house mix which was tripling her desire to get him alone.
Greyson looked down at her feathered feet. "Can you dance in those?" His gaze lingered on her sharp claws.
Zori laughed. "C'mon." She led him to the dance area and was even more impressed to discover he was a great dancer.
He pulled her in tight as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his strong body moving against her own. She wrapped her arms around the thick column of his neck and drew in a tempting whiff of his sexy cologne. Dancing was nirvana. This was the one time she allowed her male partners to take the lead which Greyson did so masterfully. Their bodies swayed and dipped to the music as one and Zori enjoyed every minute of it.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Greyson asked several songs later when both of them were breathless and laughing.
"Absolutely."
She took his hand as he manoeuvred them back to the bar. He stood out with his good looks and in his fine suit and females noticed him, eyeballed him, to Zori’s annoyance. She flashed one chick who had the audacity to step in the way of his path a venomous look that clearly said: He's all mine, lady.
And she could hardly wait.
"What'll you have?" Greyson asked once they were back at the bar.
"Whatever you were having earlier." She waited for him to turn and get the bartender's attention. His deep bass voice brought the bartender over immediately and Zori's eyes drifted over his expensive watch and large manicured hand as he reached for her drink.
No wedding ring…good.
She was determined to take a man to her bed tonight, but she never messed with the married ones.
Rena Venoy has finally become a sex doll. For the next forty-eight hours, giving and receiving pleasure is her only purpose, fulfilling sexual fantasies her primary goal. That's until she sets her heart on becoming Raiden's one and only doll. To get her wish, he must bestow the ultimate honour she seeks and claim her as his. When she breaks a rule, Rena is devastated. Will Raiden chose her after all?
Excerpt:
"Congratulations, Rena. You've graduated, earning the coveted title of sex doll in a remarkably short span of time. You've been a delight to teach."
Rena bowed her head. "Thank you, Mistress Belle." She met the blue gaze fixed on her and blushed as feelings of pride and excitement rushed through her.
"Although this may seem redundant, it's still necessary for me to go over the rules. You do understand you will not be physically harmed at any time during your forty-eight-hour session?" She tapped a lacquered fingernail against her full ruby lips.
"Yes." Rena swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the strawberry-hued nipples in full display as the half-naked blonde wrote on her clipboard. She admired everything about the woman's effortless sensual poise. A sliver of anticipation and nervousness skittered down her spine as she stiffened her own posture beneath the blonde's hard scrutiny.
"You understand the use of your safe word?" She pivoted in golden stilettos and walked back to her desk.
"Yes." Rena's gaze dipped to the glimpses of Mistress Belle's rounded, naked ass visible beneath the black latex micro-mini skirt hugging her hips. The woman's confidence and beauty took her breath away.
"You understand if you choose to use your safe word all activities cease and you will be free to go?" She lifted one perfectly arched eyebrow as she turned around.
Rena shifted her weight in her three-inch stilettos. "I understand." But I don't intend to use it. Her heart hammered in her chest at the unknown possibilities of what such 'activities' she'd be taking part in she'd be tempted to change her mind about.
"Finally, you understand the only words you'll be allowed to say are 'yes' and 'please'."
Rena nodded.
"You must verbalise your agreement, Ms Venoy."
"I agree."
Mistress Belle placed her hands on her hips and smiled. "Good. Take off your robe."
This is it, my last chance to walk away…
A moment passed as both women studied the other.
This was her gift to herself. She wasn't backing out now.
Monday, March 24, 2014 at 10:27PM 
