Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Curl up this weekend with these great new reads

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Author: Lila Pearce

Genre: Fantasy/ Erotic Romance
Length: Novella, 12,298 Words, 39 PDF Pages
Heat Level: Erotic Romance
Warning: MFF

Anya finally finds a diversion from the sorry state of her love life--her best friend Vanessa is in town for three weeks on a vacation that was strongly suggested by her boss. However, Vanessa is not the carefree, cavalier-with-her-heart free spirit that Anya remembers. Their predicaments are similar: both are lonely, horny, and have a distinct shortage of available men in their respective futures. Vanessa is convinced that she has ruined her one and only chance at true happiness by running through the lovers supplied by the time-traveling jewelry box.

Vanessa's depression makes Anya start to doubt the wisdom of capering through history on a string of one-night escapades, but as the jewelry-foretold day rolls around, she devises a surefire plan to cheer them both up. The sun and sands of Egypt teem with the promise of sexual satisfaction, but there is no telling how long the bliss will last.


The next morning, Anya woke to a tingling sensation in her fingers. Had it worked? She opened her eyes. Tethered to her left arm by means of the golden chain lay a sleeping Vanessa.

A naked, sleeping Vanessa!

Her friend's lithe, tanned body sent threads of jealousy reeling through her veins. Why had she thought this would be a good idea? Whomever they met would definitely go for the long-legged blonde with perfect breasts before going for a slightly pudgy, dark-haired girl with small ones. She drew her knees in to her chest and hugged them, covering as much of her body as she could.

"Nessa, wake up," she hissed as she regarded their surroundings. The bed they sat on was little more than a wooden frame with a woven mat of rushes spanned between the animal-shaped legs. The walls and floor were made of stone. Other than the bed, the only other décor was a low chair with a curved seat. "Nessa, get up." She jiggled her left arm, pulling her friend by the right wrist.

She groaned and sat up with a yawn. "I'm up, I'm up." Unlike Anya, she seemed to have no qualms being naked in front of her friend. But then she did have a killer body. That probably made it easier. A slow grin grew on her face as she looked around the room. "Best case scenario."

"Where are we?"

"Where are we?" she repeated incredulously. Look at this furniture—woven rush mats for a bed with bovine-shaped legs, a short chair with a low back support and curved seat. Not to mention the fact that it's hot as hell."

Anya rolled her eyes. "Let's, for one second, pretend that one of us didn't major in archeology and history."

"Ya-Ya, it's Egypt. Ancient Egypt." She disentangled her wrist from the looped chain of emeralds. "I should have remembered. Emeralds were supposedly Cleopatra's favorite. Come on, let's go."

"Run around out there naked with you? I don't think so."

"You're too hot to be such a prude. Besides, what you're here for doesn't require clothes. Now get off your cute little ass and let's go." Vanessa disappeared through the doorway, her bare feet making slapping noises against the floor.

Anya took a deep breath. Either she could sit here alone and possibly miss out on whatever fun and excitement Vanessa was sure to find, or she could suck it up, get over her insecurities, and follow.

She chose the latter.

Sticking her head out of the door, she found an empty hallway just outside.

"Nessa?" Her voice cracked. "Where are you?"

No answer. She felt the thud of her heart as her pulse dashed through her jugular. Taking a few tentative steps away from the doorway, Anya turned her head side to side, trying to keep watch in all directions simultaneously. The sound of Vanessa's excited giggle drifted through the air from further down the hallway. Anxiety froze her body, rooting her to the spot.

Calm down, she scolded. It's no different than the last four times. Except that you have to compete with a naked girl who's ten times better looking, even with clothes on.

She twisted her fingers into the chain looped around her wrist. The emeralds glimmered. Before she had time to turn and run for cover, a tall, dark-skinned man with a shaven head emerged from the room Vanessa's giggle had come.

A pleated kilt of white linen circled his narrow hips, settling low enough that with the slightest shift, he could probably be arrested for public nudity. His skin gleamed with oil from head to toe. At least she thought so. She had a hard time keeping her eyes off the defined valleys between his hipbones and abdomen. A wide, golden necklace shaped like a bird draped his shoulders. It looked more like a piece of clothing than jewelry. Solemn brown eyes rimmed in kohl regarded her with a bemused expression. His demeanor reeked of arrogance.

She almost forgot the fact that she stood in front of him naked. Almost. Until Vanessa came trotting into the hallway, tugging on the arm of another handsome, muscle-bound Egyptian. For the moment, she seemed to have forgotten her despair for choosing Lust instead of Love. The grin on her face could have put the Cheshire cat to shame.

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Author: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Fantasy/Erotic Romance/Interracial
Length: Novel, 52,307 Words, 159 PDF Pages
Heat Level: Erotic, Violence, Light MFF

Step into the magic of the Willow Woods where Nainie, the son of a dryad and a shadow spirit, has come of age to take a wife. He longs for the woman in white who lives across the river, but venturing beyond his clan's boundaries is forbidden...and dangerous.

Even before their first kiss, Nainie knows Tiir is the only woman for him. The ripples in the river move toward her rather than away. Her eyes are like the lake when the noonday sun touches the water's surface, blue and placid, bespeaking another place far from the stone city where she resides. She is different, but he feels she is the same as him—one who stands apart from those of her clan.

They come from different worlds—his, a wilderness life of magic, promiscuity, and cultural hierarchy—hers, a mysterious stone walled village he is not allowed to enter. After gathering his courage, he crosses the wall and finds himself in a cold, ordered world of slavery to a cruel master. Ensnared in her master's hold and unable to get word to Tiir that he is being held captive, Nainie must rely on the kindness of strangers to plan his escape and find her again.

"Oikoni Stone is a sweet romance about two very naïve and innocent lovers. …The love and kindness that Tiir and Nanie had for each other and for those around them (is) very heart-warming. The attraction they have for each other is passionate yet so innocent it took my breath away…" -Kim, Cupid's Library Reviews

Nainie crossed his hands in his lap and leaned forward, watching the mysterious woman from his vantage, hidden among the draping branches of a willow. Sea green leaves caressed his bare arms and tickled his back. His thick strands of looping black hair waved in the light breeze, forcing him to brush aside tendrils that fell in his eyes and shrouded his view. He dropped his hand and squinted at her pale brilliance. The woman wore white, a swathe of pale cotton fabric that hugged her curves and covered her so much that it offered her modesty—a rare thing in his clan. Every morning he ran from his village in the willow woods and climbed this same tree, his bare feet gripping the gnarled trunk and his fingers lodging in each available crevice until he reached this same lookout. I wish I knew her name. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

She knelt beside the river, her eyes downcast and her honey-colored hair drifting just as unruly in the breeze as his. The woman pulled the leather strap from her shoulder and dipped her head beneath it in order to retrieve the clay jug balanced on her back. The ripples across the river moved toward her rather than away, a small detail that entranced him.

Nainie puckered his lips in a wind whisper when the side of her fabric wrap fell off her left shoulder, revealing more of her fair skin and the top of her small, round breast. She dipped the jug into the water and waited. The water filled fast. After pulling the jug free, she wiped the lip with delicate fingers. The woman adjusted her clothing, hiding her body, and he pouted at the loss of such a tempting view.

Beyond the white plastered wall, her clan called to her in feminine voices and Nainie sighed, disappointed. She would go, as she always did, and he'd not see her until the following morning.

He swung his bare feet in mid-air, waiting for her to hurry along the stone-lined path. Her clan is unusual, he decided. People should live in the open, not behind rocks.

When she disappeared beyond the high berry bushes, he slid forward and dropped to the ground, landing with ease on the thick blanket of leaves covering the willow wood floor. The tassels on the edges of his loincloth tickled his legs. He glanced over his shoulder. The stone path the woman took wound away from the river's edge, and he could see the smooth prints her sandaled feet left behind. "Strange," he whispered. "If I separated my skin from the earth, how would I know what lay beneath me?"

He shrugged and ran his hand through his hair. "Tomorrow," he said to the breeze. He knew he wouldn't approach the woman. The thought always dwindled and vanished when he returned home to his own clan. He twisted his arms, stretching his waist before he burst into a steady run.

Willow branches whipped past him like leaf-crusted snakes. He dodged them, his bare feet soundless over the ground. Chasing his shadow all the way home came as second nature just as his ability to blend with and become a creature of shadows. Nainie was not like the others in his clan; he couldn't shift into the shape of trees although he could hear their voices on the winds. He longed to find a woman like him, one who stood apart as he did.

Soon he smelled the single fire in the bointpit. He slowed and inhaled the scents of his clan, tanned leathers, roasting meat, and the sweet perfume of the maidens who wove jaiga flowers into their hair. Nainie stopped at the edge of the village.

Three longhouses made of wood and mud mixed with fallen leaves stood around the bointpit. In time, he knew he would stand there and take his first wife. He blushed at the thought and wondered who his father would choose. I want the river girl, he thought. His body burned at the thought of her. He clenched his fists and frowned. What would it be like to taste her lips? To touch her skin?


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