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“This is my secret place,” he said. The tiny carpeted room was barren. Fletcher tugged at a sheet hanging on the wall to reveal sliding glass doors. He slid the door open and exposed a tiny terrace that overlooked a pool surrounded by lit-up palm trees. The lights from outside dimly penetrated the room, making it unnecessary to turn on additional lighting. He went to a mini-refrigerator in the corner of the room and took out two bottles of dark ale. Fletcher took off his tuxedo jacket and laid it on the floor and then sat next to it. He pulled her down on his jacket. “I used to come here and dream about making it big,” he said, opening a bottle and handing it to her. She took a long swallow that she instantly proceeded to spray over both of them.
“What the fuck is this! Horse piss?” she uttered. They laughed. She wiped the beer off herself and from his face. They stopped laughing and looked into each other’s eyes. He looked away and took a long gulp from his bottle. Stevie took another drink, knowing what to expect this time. “So, tell me about this room.”
He guzzled again from his beer bottle then spoke. “I worked at this hotel delivering room service not too long ago. You can’t imagine the things I’ve seen!”
“Oh, do tell!”
He shook his head. “No, I was raised not to talk about things like that around a lady.”
“Does anyone else know about this?”
“I don’t think so. It’s like a forgotten room. I was delivering room service once and I opened this door by mistake. After a while I noticed no one ever used it. So I brought in the little fridge. I slept here many nights during my lean years.”
“Come on, I’m sure you have some steamy stories to tell about what has happened to you in this room!”
He cracked a grin. “One story. I only brought one woman here and it was actually after my career got going. It’s not that exciting of a story, really.”
“Well, your career is exciting!”
“Yeah, I just wrapped my first film where I’m the lead. It’s just an action film. I play a bounty hunter trying to keep the streets safe.”
“Just an action film? I’m sure there were millions spent on it!”
“That may be true, but I want my films to mean something. I’m not crazy about rehashing the same formula over and over. My next film, whatever it is, will be relevant, no matter how long it takes me to find,” he said.
“Then I doubt we’ll ever be working together! From what I understand, my films weren’t very good. The next one, whatever it is, I’m sure will be the same. I basically show up and say and do as I’m told. Somebody is doing something right because I’ve made a lot of money for other people—and for myself as well.”
“They might be fluff Stevie, but I think you’re really good in them! I can’t take my eyes off of you when you’re on screen. Nobody can! You have what they call it —something that can’t be taught.”
Stevie smiled. “Thank you, Fletcher. That’s very sweet.” Her eyes were drawn to his massive biceps as he raised his arm to take another drink from the beer bottle. They continued talking about everything and nothing in particular, drinking bottle after bottle of beer. With each sip she wondered why he did not attempt to make a move. She studied him as he spoke of his passion for his profession. So far, he was one of the nicest men she had met. Tom’s words rang in her head like church bells. She uttered under her breath, “Tom hasn’t been wrong yet. It might as well be you.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing . . . just drunk.” The more she anticipated his move the more she found herself wanting him to make it. She might have even been looking forward to making out with a man for real for the first time. Inevitably, Stevie knew that it would be up to her if anything were to happen between them that night, in that little room. She also knew that if he was a healthy heterosexual male, it wouldn’t take much encouragement. “You know, if this were a movie, this would be the part when the leading man would kiss his leading lady,” she whispered.
On cue he leaned in and kissed her. She instantly felt the difference between kissing a man on a bright soundstage, with a large crew looking on, and alone in a dark little room, drunk. Although he handled her as if she were a porcelain doll, it was more forceful than kissing a woman. She felt his male energy taking the lead and directing the action. Without a doubt she was the one being kissed. The barely-there hair stubble around his mouth burned her skin a little. But his lips were soft, and when he parted them his tongue felt cold from the beer. His tongue sought out hers and she took it in her mouth, sucking on it delicately.
Jacqueline Campos is the author of the celebrity-based erotic books, “The Arrangement” and “Perfectly Straight.”
When not writing books and screenplays she can be found vowing to take up yoga and guitar lessons on the guitar that was given to her by her mother many Christmases ago. She is usually searching for an inspiring view of nature, simplicity, and peace. Although she lives in Southern California, she always has Texas and Chicos Tacos in her heart.
Jacqueline found herself writing to create stories that were entertaining but not necessarily the norm. She would like her novels to be exciting and to contain messages of love, kindness, and respect—and of course, sex with no holds barred.
Three wishes. Two lovers. One destiny.
When the snarky Glory St. Pierre discovers the gold mechanical vase in her deceased grandmother’s basement, she has no idea that she has uncovered a priceless treasure: a genie lamp. With a real genie inside. A very sexy genie with a not-so-sexy grudge against the entire human race.
Irving Amir hates being called a genie. He’s a Djinn, and he is none too happy to be in the service of Glory, who is as intolerable, and beautiful, as humans come. Now he owes her his gratitude for freeing him and three wishes. Damn his luck.
But an arrow through the shoulder alerts Irving to the fact that he is being hunted, and after a truce dinner with Glory ends with them both almost being killed, hating each other goes right out the window. As feelings change and love starts to develop, they must dig through the secrets and lies to find the truth…a truth neither of them will ever see coming.
WARNING: Not suitable for ages 18 and under. A significant source of bad language, sexy times, and dirty jokes. If you suffer from a lack of a sense of humor, take with plenty of wine. If the symptom persists, see a doctor.
I felt Irving before I saw him. My stomach fluttered with the usual nervous excitement and I knew he was nearby. Shifting my bag with Irving’s Chronolier to the other shoulder, I went to stand on the sidewalk in front of my building, looking both ways down the street while I anticipated his arrival.
Irving finally appeared…beautiful as ever…riding the baddest fucking motorcycle I’d ever seen. It sat low to the ground, so low that the gold piping nearly scraped the road. The thin front tire was positioned a good two feet out in front of the rest of the bike, held in place by two gold arms, while the fat rear tire was kept close by an arch of gold that acted as a protective cover for the wheel. Gold and black fiberglass made up the main body of the bike, and there was just enough of a seat that two could sit comfortably. This bike was bad, and I was sure I would never even glance at my little moped ever again.
Irving was in his usual gear, though it was glamoured behind the facade of jeans, a leather jacket, and a motorcycle helmet for any humans in the vicinity. I almost wished it was real, because glamour or not, Irving looked damn good.
As he brought the bike to a halt and killed the purr-fect engine, he pushed his gold-rimmed goggles to the top of his head.
“Am I late?” He checked his pocket watch and frowned. “I am. It is three minutes after sunrise. I apologize, Glory.”
“What? Dude, nobody gives a shit.” I pointed at the bike. “What the hell…”
He grinned and swung himself off of the machine. “Do you like it?”
“Are you kidding me?” I practically screeched. “This is the single most fantastic thing I’ve ever seen!”
He leaned down to kiss me. “My raptor is pleased with your compliment.”
“Your raptor? As in, a velociraptor?”
“Precisely. Velociraptor means ‘swift seizer’.” His hand glided over the gold handlebars. “There are no two words in existence to better describe this treasure.”
I stooped down to check out the wheels. They were gold rimmed and double-plated with gears connecting the spokes. On closer inspection, I could see that the gears had a very important function. “I have to agree, Irving. It’s priceless. I mean, look at it. The steam engine powers the gears, and it’s the gears that propel the bike forward. They all work together to produce the ultimate speed machine, and the engine doesn’t even have to work as hard.”
I looked up to catch Irving smiling at me. “You have industrial knowledge.”
I raised a brow. “Industrial knowledge is pushing it. I know a little bit about sikes and that’s it.”
“Yeah, cycles and bikes.”
Irving chuckled. “You are an interesting character, Glory St. Pierre.”
“You should talk, Irving Amir.”
A. Star is a fan of dirty passion. She loves to read it, and she damn sure loves to write it. She is the author of the Mythos: Gods & Lovers series, the Djinn Order series, and the Knights of the Joust series. She is a night-owl and a coffee junkie, and the only sneaker she would be caught dead wearing are Converses.
Urban Fantasy with a dash of romance. The Succubus Gift is a completely different take on the succubus myth. Brenna’s life isn’t the same after she discovers her unusual and mysterious heritage. In addition to being a telepath and having other paranormal Gifts, Brenna learns she has the Succubus Gift. She’s always been a good girl and isn’t comfortable seducing men, except one she really loves. That’s just the beginning of her problems. Someone is stalking her. Then there’s the tall, dangerous woman who shadows her and hints a Goddess has linked them. And what is she going to do with a handsome, charismatic, womanizing man she knows she should avoid?
Some days a girl just wants to pull the covers over her head and stay in bed — with a willing young man of course.
Author: Kate St. Clair
Publication Date: April 1st 2014
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal
My Rating: 3 Umbrellas
Misfortune seems to follow the Sayers family. Georgia has tried to reestablish normality since her mother died, and she’s no closer to escaping her strange past when a mysterious fire destroys the only other high school in her tiny Texas town. Georgia is thrown into the company of Luke, a cryptic senior who brings her face to face with the truth about her heritage. Her loving, perfect mother created her family for the singular purpose of birthing five of the most powerful witches in the world, capable of terrifying magic. Now that she knows the truth, can Georgia keep her siblings safe? Who is behind the dark cult that’s after her family? And does Luke know more about her powers than even Georgia does?
This book started out with me having questions from the very first page. And to get the answers that I sought, I had to keep reading. Normally, that would be a great thing for me; a story that keeps you wanting more should have the reader engrossed, but this was not the case. Although it answered questions, I couldn’t get passed the way the story developed and the character that should have been the most vocal.
Georgia is great as far as teenage girls go. I love her perseverance at trying to keep her family safe. Although her obliviousness to what is really going on irked me a little, I still can get why the author developed her character that way. I really think that her brother, Wyatt, could have easily been a better main character than her. He seemed to hit the nail on the head when it came to the truth about his family’s secret. That being said, I think that I would have liked for this to be his story. Luke is a bit strange at first, but his character develops well. His interaction with Georgia adds some giddiness to the story, which I liked.
I’ve never read a book about witchcraft that was so well thought out. I can tell that the author researched the subject of witchcraft and gave it a nice flow throughout this book. I really wish that it had been longer. With this being a novella style book, it is packed with a lot of the story’s premise that gives a glimpse of what to expect with the upcoming books in this series. I plan to continue with this series to see how these characters adapt and to get more out of this world that the author has created. I would recommend for lovers of YA paranormal books and the like.
Kate was born in a tiny town outside of Austin, TX. At fourteen, she was accepted to a creative writing program at Oxford University in England. She attended boarding schools in Texas and California. When not writing, she’s contending with her activity ADD, which entails horseback riding, aerial silks, and playing with her menagerie or rescued animals.