A sexy, ruthless lawyer becomes Santa’s toy in order to get off the Naughty List!

Danielle attends her firm’s lavish holiday dinner party held every year in a museum in hopes of learning she’s made partner. She’s stepped on more than a few toes, but she isn’t concerned about the decisions made to ensure her rise to the top. When Danielle stops to admire the museum’s replica of the North Pole, she is caught off guard when Santa beckons to her. Lead by two of his elves, Danielle soon discovers this jolly old man is the real deal and there’s a price to be paid for continually being on his Naughty List. He gives her two options for redemption, but Danielle refuses to jeopardize her burgeoning career and agrees instead to become Santa’s toy. She will do whatever he and his two elves want to get what she wants, but all is not what it seems inside Santa’s Workshop...

Excerpt:

“Are you going to give me what I want, Santa?” Danielle said under her breath.

It was as if he heard her even though she was at least ten feet away from where he sat. Danielle’s stomach fluttered when piercing blue eyes focused on her. The imposter Santa beckoned to her, and she looked around to see if there was maybe a small child still waiting for his chance with the big guy, but there was no one else in the vicinity.

“Danielle.”

Her head shot up to see Santa beckoning to her still.

Had he said her name?

How could he know her name?

The questions made her pulse speed up as she considered ignoring Santa’s friendly summons, pivoting and leaving.

“Santa requests your presence on this fine night.”

Danielle jumped, startled by the surprisingly deep masculine voice coming from a small man dressed like an elf. “Excuse me?”

The elf smiled at her. “Santa wants to speak with you.”

“Umm…maybe next time? I’m actually late for a dinner party.”

Her response made the elf laugh and despite being annoyed, Danielle couldn’t help smiling back. He was handsome regardless of his funny costume.

“This way, Danielle.”

Danielle frowned when the elf opened the little wooden gate to let her pass. “How do you know my name? Who put you up to this?”

She barely noticed being taken by the hand while looking around to see if Mandy or another associate was close by laughing. There was not a single soul in sight. Danielle wondered how that was possible when she’d seen stragglers still making their way out of the museum. She tried to remove her hand from the elf’s, but was unable to pull away.

“This is very amusing, but really, I don’t have time to talk to Santa,” Danielle insisted.

“You do have time, Danielle.” Santa patted his leg with a merry smile. “Come here.”

Surprised by the butterflies suddenly taking flight in her stomach Danielle laughed. “Seriously?”

Her gaze shifted momentarily from Santa’s intense gaze to the other elf flanked by his side.

“Seriously.”
            “I don’t think so, San–“ Danielle gasped when the elf holding her hand pushed her forward with more strength than she would have ever given him credit for possessing. Santa caught her before she could blink, placing her firmly on his lap. “Hey!”

“Shhh!” Santa said placing his finger over her lips.

Stunned, Danielle thought the deep blue eyes scrutinizing her seemed to hold less warmth than the easy smile curving his lips beneath his snowy white beard.

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Danielle?”

“I think I was four.”

“Four and half,” Santa amended with a wry grin.

Flashes of being placed on Santa’s lap flooded her mind. She remembered the red pea coat she’d worn and the nervous excitement to finally have her moment with St. Nick. Now, that she thought about it, Danielle was certain she had been four and half.

“Wait…how did you know that?” Danielle asked unable to keep the surprise from her voice.

Heat flooded her cheeks when Santa simply chuckled. The elves joined in and deep boisterous sounds of the men laughing seemed to echo around her. Danielle thought whoever had put together the holiday exhibit for the Holberg Museum deserved a raise.

“So, Danielle, tell Santa…have you been naughty or nice this year?”

The elves fell silent; their gazes locking on her the moment Santa asked his question.

“Umm…nice?”

More laughter erupted from the elves, but Santa didn’t smile.

“Come on, Danielle. Be honest. Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

Was it her imagination or had Santa’s voice hardened just a little when he repeated his question?

Danielle frowned. She was impressed by the holiday display and even the dedicated Santa whose lap she now sat on, but the trip down memory lane had gone on far enough.

“Look, this is great. I think you’re the best Santa I’ve seen since I was a babe in Toyland. I’d love to indulge in this childhood game, but I’ve really gotta go.”

She tried to get up and gasped when Santa wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her in place.

“This isn’t a game, Danielle.”

This time there was no mistaking the hard edge in faux Santa’s voice.

What the hell was going on?

“Hey! Let me go,” Danielle said, her shock shifting to anger. Her heart fluttered when she met the steely ice blue gaze casually watching her struggle to get free.

“Be still and answer the question.”

“Excuse me? Who do you think you are—”

“I am Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Saint Nicholas and many know me as Kris Kringle. You may call me Kris.”

Copyright © Nichelle Gregory, 2012

~~~~~~~~~

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Inhibitions slip away and pent-up desires are explored when a pretty, but shy scientist takes a libido-enhancing trial drug her team has been working on!

A brilliant, driven scientist, Nisa devotes her time to her work in the lab. Frustrated with her inability to orgasm or enjoy sex, Nisa is personally vested in the outcome of her team’s latest case study of Vitamin P, a female libido-enhancing pill. She recklessly takes more than the prescribed dosage of the drug upon overhearing Ryce and Eric, her two closest male friends and fellow scientists joking about her sexless appeal. The pill unleashes powerful, hidden desires within Nisa and she revels in it orgasmic effects. Her insatiable cravings lead her into the arms of both men. However, once the pill wears off Nisa wonders if love and friendship can survive in the aftermath of her relentless passion.

Excerpt:

“Nisa?”

There it was…a twisting arc of pleasure in her lower belly. Her eyes widened as it blossomed, widened, and sank lower.

Wet.

She was getting wet simply from the way Ryce said her name. Embarrassed, Nisa cleared her throat and crossed her arms across her chest. The movement made her nipples harden instantly.

It was happening.

“Seriously, are you all right?” Ryce frowned as he studied her. “You look flushed.”

“I’m fine. This ten-hour day is just catching up with me,” Nisa finally replied, aware of her hot face.

She squeezed her thighs together and gasped as the slimmest shimmer of an orgasm lit through her body. The teasing tendrils of bliss spread through her blood like wildfire, drenching her panties as Ryce continued to stare at her. Nisa was shocked by the physical manifestations of the drug. Unbelievably, it felt like she could climax right in front of Ryce if she simply squeezed her thighs together one more time.

“Yeah, me too,” Ryce said, turning his attention back to his monitor.

Nisa breathed a sigh of relief, not wanting to move with him looking at her.

With a cautious step, she walked toward the lab doors. Her clit felt super sensitive, her nipples were hard, and her pulse was racing. She stepped into the hallway, grateful no one was around or in the bathroom when she entered. Moving toward the mirror, Nisa stared at her reflection under the harsh fluorescent lights. Her French twist still looked as neat as it had when she’d left her place ten hours ago. She unbuttoned her lab coat, and her gaze was drawn to the outline of her breasts in her gray blouse. She spared no expense on high-end lingerie. Buying it had always been a guilty pleasure. The lightly padded bra she wore was designed to minimize her D cup breasts.

Nisa had always been embarrassed of her chest size as an awkward teenager. Growing up, she hadn’t embraced the unwanted attention her breasts received. She had never figured out how to flirt or use her feminine wiles like her female counterparts. In her profession, brains, not beauty, were celebrated, an aspect she’d always liked.

Until now.

Right now, she couldn’t wait to come out of her lacy white bra. Without even thinking, Nisa shrugged out of her lab coat, unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled down the soft fabric of her bra cups to expose her breasts. Her fingers plucked at her hard nipples, and a small moan escaped from between her lips. A whipcord of pleasure tightened around her body as she flicked her nipples harder and watched herself in the mirror. It felt so good to touch her breasts, but it was not enough to assuage the building need for a release.

She needed…wanted more. Much more.

Nisa glanced at the bathroom door. The odds of another woman walking in at the moment were low, but there was still a chance. She didn’t care. She needed to come right now.

“This is crazy.” Her soft voice echoed in the bathroom.

It was late, and her team was usually the last to leave the building. Reassured, Nisa hiked up her black skirt, exposing her thigh high stockings secured by her favorite garter belt and her white thong. She touched the damp spot on the front of her panties and hissed in a sharp breath. Still watching herself in the mirror, Nisa pulled the wet fabric aside and stared at her trimmed mound.

She moved forward, lifted her leg and placed her knee on the bathroom countertop. The position gave her more access to play. Her palm skimmed over the landing strip of soft ebony curls and delved into her pussy.

God!

She was so turned on she moaned again as she played in her wetness, captivated by her own erotic reflection. She caressed her drenched folds, teasing her clit while tugging on her nipples with her other hand. Her heartbeat thudded in her ears. She stroked faster, swirling her finger around her clit. Her breathy pants become more frantic. She couldn’t believe what she was doing. The woman in the mirror was not her…not with her legs spread wide and the pure look of lust on her face.

Nisa closed her eyes, lost in a haze of bliss, uncaring about anything else. She came hard with a soft cry, trembling with shock and delight as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. Her eyelids fluttered up, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out again while she struggled to breathe normally.

For a few moments, Nisa just looked at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t recognize the wanton woman staring back at her. Her gaze was drawn again to her erect nipples and the dark chocolate skin of her areolas. She rubbed her palm across the tips of her breasts and whimpered when a powerful orgasmic aftershock ripped through her.

She pulled her slick fingers from her pussy, lifted them to her nose, and breathed in the heady scent of her own arousal. Her eyes shifted back from her wet fingers to the mirror.

It was unbelievable.

She’d just climaxed within a matter of minutes with no toy…no man.

~~~~~~~~

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A passionate tryst in a lush garden...

A workout that really gets out the kinks...

An email mix-up fills a needy inbox...

A naughty secret is exposed and explored...

For one woman pleasure comes by multiple hands...

And sometimes getting what you ask for is more than you bargained for...in Drenched Panties, a collection of six sexy short stories guaranteed to make you wet.

Excerpt taken from Garden Pleasures:

Javier’s fingers tightened on her chin and his dark eyes searched her face. “I don’t think I can leave here without touching you. Please tell me I can touch you, Mimi.”

His gruff, sexy plea sent flutters of want and need ricocheting through her. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. The knowledge filled her with joy and gave her courage. She wet her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue.

“I want you touch me, Javier. I can think of nothing else.”

Javier muttered something in Spanish before leaning forward to crush her lips in a savage, deep kiss. He pulled away and she swayed, moved by the force of his passion. Breathing hard, Mimi’s eyes widened when she saw the outline of his cock pressed against his linen pants.

"Sit back down for me."

Javier knelt in front of her when she did as he asked. He kissed her knees and she smiled when he gently parted them.

“May I see your toy?” He asked while stroking her knee with his thumb.

She hesitated for second before handing him the vibrator. She watched him trace one finger down the damp shaft of the toy.

“What were you thinking about that got you so wet, Mimi?”

His question made her wetter. Mimi swallowed hard and shrugged her shoulders.

Javier lifted one eyebrow. “You can’t say?”

She shook her head as Javier studied her. His gaze dropped between her legs to her wet, exposed pussy.

“Is all of this because of me?”

He seemed amused by his last question and she blushed.

“Come on, Mimi. Tell me the truth.”

She slowly exhaled. “It is.”

* * * * *

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Beauty, brains and voluptuous curves...Tera’s exactly the kind of woman Nick’s been looking for, but can he convince her that the smokin’ hot chemistry between is more than skin deep?

Tera Bryant embraces her curves despite being immersed in the modelling world. Her job as a makeup artist requires confidence, creativity and the ability to stay focused in the presence of some of the world’s finest men. She has never had a problem until she works with Nick Tasso, a gorgeous Greek model who has a thing for voluptuous women. Tera is swept away by the sizzling chemistry between them and emotionally unprepared when their electric connection blossoms into something more than hot sex. She struggles to deal with the media’s scrutiny over her body and their burgeoning relationship. Tera must decide to trust her heart and face her own insecurities before she can have the 'happily ever after' she truly desires.

Excerpt:

Terrah stepped outside her room and headed down the hall towards Nick’s. Her red heels made no sound on the soft carpet as she walked. She squeezed her red clutch purse and tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her chest. She stopped in front of the door marked 910, took a deep breath, and smoothed her hands down the sides of her dress one more time before knocking.

The door swung open much too soon.

Nick stood before her, freshly shaven and breathtakingly handsome, dressed in white linen pants and a black shirt that clung to his muscled arms.

“Wow! You look incredible.”

“Thank you.” Terrah smiled, suddenly breathless and wired. “So do you. Are you ready to go eat?”

The smile he gave her melted her bones, making it very difficult to stand with poise.

“Are you?”

They stared at one another for a second.

Terrah swallowed hard and nodded. “I’m starved.”

Her voice was a whisper and she could barely hear herself speak over the wild roar of her thudding heart.

“So am I.”

“What do you have a taste for?”

The answer flashed in his eyes. Nick reached for her, yanked her hard against his body and kissed her. She parted her mouth as he dragged her into his room. The door shut silently behind them and her purse fell to the floor. His arm tightened around her waist, their lips melded and Terrah moaned with need. The force of attraction between them could no longer be denied. She wanted him to take her…make her scream his name as he had promised her she would. Nick shifted his lips from hers and the sound of their hurried breathing filled the room.

“Nick…”

“Don’t tell me to stop.” His voice was ragged and dark as he backed her up towards the bed.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“I want you so bad, Terrah.”

His words and his hands on her body made her want to show him she felt the same way. She tugged at his shirt, lifting it up over his head as he raised his arms.

“I want you, too.”

Nick slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and Terrah shivered as it fell to the floor in a soft heap around her feet.

“Look at you.” His heated gaze swept over her from head to toe. “You’re so damned beautiful. I love your body.”

“Tell me what you love, Nick.” Terrah reached out to touch his chest as he traced a line across the top of her breasts.

“These curves. The way you feel in my arms.”

Terrah moaned as he gripped her hips and kissed her.

~~~~~

Copyright © Nichelle Gregory, 2012

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There exists within our world a brotherhood of Djinns...genies bound by magic, bound by honour to fulfil the desires of their masters. Enter their realm with caution! Danger lurks between dimensions, fiery passions ignite without control and wishes are granted for those brave enough to ask...

As You Desire is the second book in the Djinn Brotherhood series!

Blurb: Accused of being a traitor to the Djinn Brotherhood, Lona realizes trying to love the wrong man has cost her everything...maybe even her freedom. Alone and pregnant, she's beginning to believe the terrible pain she's experiencing is punishment for all her wrong choices as she tries to pick up the pieces of her life.

When Rafi finds Lona suffering in agony, he makes a hasty decision and takes her home. Ignoring the mutual attraction between them, he agrees when asked to keep Lona in his charge until Rue is tracked down and the High Council can be certain of her innocence.

Rafi knows she's not guilty. He's lived with a lifetime of heartache to recognize something other than guilt is causing Lona's pain. He'll do anything to help her heal and find some peace. Their journey together might also lead to his own salvation...

Excerpt:

Rafi refused to think about the repercussions of his actions as he bent his head and kissed Lona. Her lips were softer and sweeter than he had imagined and he had to remind himself to go slow. The growing desire to touch her had been driving him crazy all week. His cock hardened in an instant as she surrendered to his kiss, welcoming his tongue with her own as he tasted her for the first time.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed his hands on her waist. He wanted to crush her body against his, but…

But then she’d feel your raging hard-on.

Right. She’d agreed to a kiss—only a kiss. He groaned as she pulled away. One kiss wasn’t nearly enough.

Damn!

He wanted her so badly. Spending so much time with her had wreaked havoc on the walls he kept in place specifically to avoid the longing and the feelings he was experiencing right now. She pulled every protective instinct out of him. Her sweet spirit made him want to shield her from all the pain in her life, and even though he knew he couldn’t, he wanted to try.

Rafi looked down at Lona, wondering if she had any idea how the shade of pink of her swimsuit set off her lovely eyes. The sound of the water lapping around them seemed loud as he waited for her to make the next move…or to say something.

“You wanted to kiss me?”

Her husky question made his cock tighten almost painfully in the snug swimming shorts.

“For days.”

No need to tell her what else he’d dreamt about doing to her.

“Kiss me again.”

Her voice was a soft whisper filled with need and Rafi obliged her, taking her lips in a hungry kiss. She melted in his arms and he struggled to hold her back as she continued to press her body closer to his. There was no way she wouldn’t feel his stiff cock against her stomach.

Lona froze, wrenching her lips from his.

“You’re so hard.”

Her breath fanned his cheek as she played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Lona…”

She pulled back to stare at him. “You want me?”

Rafi looked down at her in surprise. “How could I not?”

The doubt in her eyes made him want to show her just how much he wanted her.

Lona averted her gaze as she shook her head. “I’m a wreck.”

“Not to me.”

Rafi squeezed her waist as she turned her face back to his. He was captivated by the way the waning sunlight danced over the honey highlights in her hair.

“I’m homeless.”

“Mi casa es su casa.”

Rafi grinned as Lona smiled, tension fading from her face for a moment.

“I’m pregnant with another man—a crazy man’s child.”

“I know.” He touched her cheek. “That doesn’t change my wanting you.”

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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.

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She is only allowed to say, 'yes' and 'please'...

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.

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Abrielle's Fool is my first Hot-Shots story with Total E-Bound!

Here's the blurb for my short sexy FREE read:

Abrielle always harboured as secret crush for Lance. He's ultra smart, reserved and sexy as hell with his gorgeous green eyes. As head of IT, Lance is known for his lack of tolerance for small talk and has unknowingly earned the nickname, "Super Nerd."

When a computer crisis requires Lance's expertise, Abrielle's forced to rely on him to save the day and is mortified when he learns about his office nickname by mistake. To make things right, she'll have to answer his question truthfully and her response sparks a steamy escapade they'll both never forget!

Excerpt:

Abrielle walked through the office, not surprised to see it deserted. No one stuck around this late on a Friday night unless there was some issue to contend with. The vending machine in the break room beckoned her forward. She gave her dollar and waited for the bottle to fall before she reached into grab it. The first sip soothed her parched dry mouth, but did nothing to melt the huge lump in her throat.

You don't have to ask him out.

True. But, a big part of her wanted to. There was something about him that drew her in. She wanted to get to know him outside of the workplace. Her heart thumped wildly against her chest as she walked back to her desk. She was going to do it.

Abrielle rounded the corner and bit the inside of her cheek as Lance glanced up from her computer to watch her approach. The look on his face made her pause for a second. He looked pissed off. "Lance, is something wrong?"

The hard look he gave her made stomach tighten.

"Your computer is fine. I'm running a system diagnostic to make sure everything is operating as it should."

There was something wrong. He was normally aloof, but what she was sensing from him now was downright chilly.

"Oh, okay. I want to thank you again for getting our department out of a bind." Abrielle studied his face, noting the flash of annoyance in his eyes before it disappeared behind a blank stare.

"Like I said, I was just doing my job. Have a good weekend."

Her phone vibrated and she tore her eyes away from Lance's to see her phone lit up. She had gotten a text message while gone.

Lance brushed passed her as she grabbed her phone to see the message in vivid block letters on the rectangular screen:

            Seriously, Super Nerd is totally do-able...don't cha think? :)

Abrielle grinned. Hell yeah. She looked up at her computer screen and froze. Stacey has sent the message to both of her email addresses. Her friend's message had popped up on her computer. There was no way Lance hadn't seen Stacey's text.

Damn!

Without thinking, she got up and strode over to Lance's desk. The floor was quiet as she got closer to his workspace, confirming that they were the only two left on the floor. She found Lance with his headphones on, clicking away on his keyboard. "Lance?"

He didn't respond to her. She watched him furiously pounding out keystrokes as she stepped closer to his side. He glanced up at her and in an instant, Abrielle was certain he'd seen the insulting text.

"Is there a problem?" he asked taking his headphones off.

"No...I mean...I dunno."

"What?" He frowned, his face a mixture of subtle irritation and polite indifference.

Fix it, Abrielle, fix it.

"I'd like to buy you a beer for coming to my rescue this evening."

"Not necessary." He went back to typing on his keyboard, a clear dismissal sign.

"You really helped me and the design team tonig-"

"Look, you're appreciative, I get it. You don't have to pretend like you really want to buy me a drink."

Abrielle froze, shocked by the harshness of his clipped words. She blinked, trying to organize her thoughts to respond as Lance leaned back in his chair. He laced his hands behind his head and stared at her. "You saw the text message."

"It popped up on your screen, kinda hard to miss."

A moment of silence passed between them. His hard gaze raked over her and Abrielle felt her already racing heart beat a little faster. For a second, she was certain she saw a glint in his eyes that hinted more towards male interest than annoyance, but she couldn't be sure. "How do you even know that text was in reference to you?" The bold question flew out of her mouth, as she straightened her shoulders in an attempt to diffuse the situation.

Lance laughed, surprising her again with a rare glimpse of his unguarded handsome face. "Do you think I'm a fool?"

"What? No!" Her palms felt sweat as he stood up, making her lift her face to his.

"Are you telling me I'm wrong?"

Abrielle rubbed her hands on her skirt as she drew in a breath.

"Come, Abrielle, tell the truth."

A flash of heat rushed through her as he waited for her response. Something was happening to her body as he held her gaze. She was embarrassed and nervous, but there was no denying the steadily building current of arousal coursing through her blood. Her reaction didn't make any sense, but the longer her stared at her the hotter she felt.

"I know what you guys call me around here." He took a step forward, narrowing the gap between them.

"I'm sorry you saw that tex-"

"I don't want you to apologize." He crossed his arms and fabric tightened around his biceps.

"You don't?" She couldn't get a grip on what was happening.

Lance shook his head. "No. I want to know your answer to Stacey's question."

Abrielle's heart skipped a beat. "Excuse me?" He hadn't physically moved and yet he was crowding her personal space.

"How would you answer her question? Yes or no? Tell me the truth."

"Lance-"

"C'mon. It's the least you can do. I did save your butt after all."

His wicked grin sent another tremor of awareness through her. She had to turn the tables, gain back control of the situation. "Yes you did."

"So..."

"Yes. My response to Stacey would have been yes." Just admitting the truth released a flood of wetness between her thighs. She watched his green eyes darken as his gaze dropped down to her lips.

Lance shifted his attention from her mouth to meet her eyes. "Say it aloud."

"Say what?"

He took another step forward and only a few inches stood between them. "Say out loud what you would have texted back to Stacey."

Abrielle dropped her face from his as she cleared her throat. "Are you serious?"

"Very."

How could she have pegged him as the quiet, passive type?

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Nia Sanders knows diamonds. She appreciates the heart-felt emotions of her customers buying them. When federal agent, Quin Rios saves her life in the middle of a violent jewel heist, she finds herself attracted to the sensual possibilities beneath his uber professional, self-contained persona.

Determined to keep her safe as he solves the case, Quin can't let his attraction to Nia distract him. The heat of their fiery passion consumes them as they both struggle to control their emotions...neither are prepared to lose their heart.

Excerpt:

Nia gasped as her mouse slipper slipped beneath her and she stumbled towards Quin. The water hit him seconds before she fell to her knees in front of him. “I am so sorry.” She blinked in sheer mortification as the liquid seeped into the dark fabric on his thighs. Her gaze drifted further up his leg to see the unmistakable bulge inches away from her.

“It’s okay.”

Nia dragged her eyes up from his pants to meet his heated gaze. “No, it’s not.”

Quin ran his finger down the tip of her nose. “It is. I needed to cool off anyway.”

A ribbon of desire coursed along every nerve ending in her body as he stood up and offered both hands. “Let me help you up.”

She took them, visualising an actual spark of electricity from his touch as he yanked her up from the ground. “Thanks, Quin.” She lifted her chin, saw the same longing in his eyes and something twisted in her stomach as they stared at one another. She laced her fingers with his as time stood still. “Kiss me.”

The whispered request shocked her. She waited with baited breath for him to move, her words, her heart lay before him. Just when she would’ve pulled away, he groaned and pulled her against his chest.

His hands skimmed up her arms, into her hair as he kissed her. She melted into him, wrapped her arms around his neck and welcomed his fierce kiss. He took over and she wanted him to. Her moan of pleasure only encouraged him to delve deeper, tasting and stroking her tongue as he backed her up against the dining room wall. She could barely breathe, lost in the rhythm of his masterful kisses. One hand left her hair to cup her ass, kneading the soft curve beneath her dress. She ran her hands through his hair, loving the feel of the thick texture between her fingers as he pressed his hard cock against her belly.

“You’re so sexy,” Quin said, breaking away to look down at her.

“Ditto.” She closed her eyes as he claimed her lips again, this time in a soft, sensual caress that left her boneless. He ended the kiss and her body craved more.

“Quin…” She sighed as his lips brushed her temple.

“Nia—”

The shrill sound of her phone ringing broke the moment, stopped her from making another brazen request of his body. She pulled away from his embrace to reach for the handheld laying on the dining room table. “Hello?”

“I needed those diamonds.”

Nia froze.

The cold voice on the other end of the line was unmistakable.

“Tess?” She whipped around to look at Quin already on alert as he tapped his watch and indicated for her to keep on talking. “Where are you?”

“Closer than you think.”

The line went dead as Nia stared at Quin. She handed him the phone in a daze.

“What did she say?”

“She said she ‘needed’ those diamonds. I think she threatened me.”

“Tell me exactly what she said.” He took out his cell as she repeated the conversation. She watched him for a second, noting how easy it was for him to shift gears. Could he really have just given her the best damn kisses of her life? One wouldn’t think it’d happened now as he relayed what had happened and gave out orders to whoever was on the other line.

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Excerpt:

With her eyes still closed, Karis kept chanting the mantra, “This isn’t real, this isn’t happening.” If she said it enough times, it would have to be true.

“Oh, yes, I am real and this is definitely happening.” A deep voice filled the room.

Her eyes flew open and for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, she screamed.

A strange man stood in her living room within arm’s reach! He towered above her, standing well over six feet with rich mahogany skin and a thick muscular build. Her gaze dipped to his bare chest and tapered waist. Ripped oblique muscles disappeared beneath the loose white pants riding low on his hips. Heat flooded her cheeks as she tore her eyes from his torso back to his face.

He held her shocked gaze with the most beautiful hazel eyes she had ever seen. He had the chiselled profile that would inspire fantasies and fantastic works of art. From the crown of his bald head to the soles of his bare feet, his bold features set him apart from the average male. He exuded confidence, evidenced in his relaxed stance and the cool sexy smile directed at her. A stylish goatee encircled his full lips and she couldn’t stop her eyes from travelling over the rest of his rock hard body. She took in every detail from his strong jaw line, thick neck, and the most impressive set of abs on full display. He was sexy as hell, but his sex appeal did nothing to calm her racing heart or the stark realisation she needed to call her doctor now.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered again, feeling light-headed.

The gorgeous apparition chuckled, flashing a perfect smile. “Not quite, but I get that a lot.”

She was losing her mind, hallucinating now in broad daylight.

“Tell me, how I may serve you?” The rich sound of his voice flowed over her like a warm summer breeze.

At least she was hallucinating about a hot guy and not the hideous creature in her dreams. She sucked in a breath as the half-naked man approached her and the entire room began to spin.

“No,” Karis whispered. She took one faltering step backwards and fainted.