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Author: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Erotic Romance/ Science Fiction/ Interracial Romance
Length: Novel, 59,758 words. 205 Pages PDF
Heat Level: Erotic
Warnings: Violence

The second chance of a lifetime…

Sarah fell in love with Roland the moment she sat beside him. Handsome, overly smart and full of controversial ideas on cloning humans, he challenged her to go beyond her comfort zone in more ways than one. Parted by his unconventional choices, they try to make a long distance relationship work, but little do either of them know just what Roland is getting himself into and how badly it will tear them apart. Given the chance, Roland will do anything to get her back after he loses her, but will she want him a second time?


“It can’t be true.” For the third time, Sarah Cloudheart read over the list of passenger names for Flight 239, due to leave Macree for the colonization projects in Zenith. She clicked the name that had initially caught her attention and highlighted it with her cursor. Pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, she whispered, “Impossible. This is frickin’ impossible. It can’t be!” With a flick of her wrist, she chucked the notepad she’d been holding. It flew through the air and smacked against the shatterproof glass in her office, then fell to the tile floor, unscathed. “Roland Kaldek is dead.” She had believed that for the last three years. Seeing his name on that list awakened a tidal wave of emotions: anger, love, lust, despair, and worst of all, betrayal.

She stood and stomped out of the room, down the hall, and straight to her boss’ office. I have to know why, she thought. I deserve an explanation. Face to face. No bullshit. No coms. No typed letter explaining why he never tried to contact me.

She pushed open the door. Ellen’s head snapped up, strands of hair falling onto her forehead. “What the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“Not yet, but I plan to. I want to be assigned to the next colonization project, Flight 239.”

Ellen’s jaw dropped. “B-b-but that leaves tomorrow!”

“I don’t care. Put me on that ship.”

Chapter One
Plauchard University, New Phoenix, Earth
Four Years Prior

“I’ve been accepted at Cordilew Synth in Macree.” Sarah bit her bottom lip. Watching Roland’s face, she couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or excited for her. Although they’d sat by each other in Genetic Engineering class for seven months, they’d only started talking about something other than cloning a week ago. He was shy, an overly smart man with mesmerizing gray eyes and thick, dark hair she had imagined running her fingers through since the first day she sat beside him. “Well?” she pressed. “What about you? Did you get accepted at one of the big Corps?”

They stood three steps from the door of her dorm apartment, and she hoped this time he’d come in and stay a little while, maybe all night. His politeness made her want to push past his walls and discover the man hiding inside. His ideas were the most creative and controversial in the entire class, but he wasn’t cocky or sure of himself. He worked and he succeeded, refusing to fail.

“I, um…” He looked down the long hall at two other students, and then back to her. “No, I didn’t get Cordilew.” Roland’s eyes flashed to the low-cut blouse Sarah wore. His pale skin flushed pink and he took a slow, deep breath. “Truth is, I didn’t apply there.”

“Why not?” Disappointed, she touched the keypad, activating the sliding door.

“I had higher expectations, not that there’s anything wrong with Cordilew. It’s a great place for work in foods and new crops…you know, like the field you’ve always wanted to be in.” He searched her room briefly before returning his attention to her.

“You thirsty? Want to come in for a little while?” She stood aside, inviting him to take a chance.

He looked down the hallway as if he were afraid someone was watching him. “I shouldn’t really—”

Sarah took his hand and pulled. “After graduation, we might never see each other again. In case you don’t get it, I like you. I want you to come into my apartment, and I want you all to myself for a little while. Is that okay?”

His mouth hung open, but he followed her lead. The door slid shut. Auto lights illuminated the living area, a small space with a couch, a vid screen, and a few plain, mismatched chairs.

“Thanks, Sarah. I’m sorry I’m so…awkward. I mean, I like you, too. I just…I’m not sure how to act or what I’m supposed to say.”

“You like me?” She lowered her free hand until their palms met. Sarah curled her fingers, and they linked with his. His warm hands held fast.

He leaned forward, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to hers. Her stomach fluttered. He let go of her hands and grasped her waist, pulling her closer. She moaned. His lips parted. Their tongues touched. Sarah circled her hips, teasing his crotch, completely shocked at how easy it was after all this time of wanting him. Their first kiss went on, deepening into a desperate release of pent-up anxiety and passion. She reached up and ran her fingers into his hair to find that it was exactly as she’d dreamed it would be.

His fingers delved into the waistband of her skirt, past her panties, down to cup her ass. Still they kissed until they ended up on the couch, still locked together, all the pent-up tension between them that had gathered the past months finally coming to a head.

“Sarah,” he said in a low moan. “I’m going to miss you so much.” He drew back, hesitating. “You make me feel like there’s something good and beautiful left in the universe.”

She tried to catch her breath. He didn’t look unsure of himself now. He was her fantasy, handsome, intelligent, and he’d been hiding his passion until that moment. She reached down, took the hem of his shirt and pulled the garment over his head. His chest was sculpted, with dark hairs scattered across it. She knew he worked out every morning at five. She’d passed by the gym and spied on him on the machines, his headset in place while he closed his eyes and listened to audio books. He was a man who never wasted a spare moment—an obsessed, irresistible genius. At that moment she wanted him to lose control of himself.

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Author: Carolyn Gregg
Genre: Erotic Romantic Comedy
Length: Novella, 15801 Words, 51 PDF pages
Heat Level: Erotic

Tate Truer's reality series as a survivalist in wild and uninhabited locales is about to have its plug pulled unless Tate can find a way to re-energize it. He gets his wish in more ways than he imagines when he manages to dredge up an ornate bottle from the ocean floor. A bottle that contains a tiny woman, a genie, who is eager to grant his every desire as long as he grants hers first.


The stick slowly emerged until it reached the end. Tate watched the twig fall onto the sand, but he resisted the urge to pick up the bottle again and peer inside. Whatever was in it either wanted out, or didn’t want the twig in there with it.

His next thought was wiped completely from his mind when a tiny hand grasped the rim, followed by a second. And a miniature head with long black locks poked out. The head turned, until a face of exquisite beauty looked up at him.

Tate watched, astonished and silent, as the figure continued to crawl out of the bottle. She wore what looked like a white diaphanous robe. She was barefoot, but a miniscule band of gold circled her upper arm.

The woman landed face-down on the sand. Lying there pale and unmoving, it was difficult to tell if she was breathing. Tate started to reach for her, maybe turn her over onto her side or back with his finger, when she moved. He could tell she was either weak or in great pain as she struggled to get to her knees. She made it as far as sitting up, although she needed her arms to brace herself.

She couldn’t have been more than five or six inches high, but she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Who are you?” he whispered, hoping not to frighten her. The woman looked up at him with a dazed expression on her face. “Where did you come from? How long have you been inside that bottle?”

She answered him in a voice as small as she was. Tate had to lean over to hear her, but it was futile. She spoke in a language that sounded like pure gibberish.

“Okay. Maybe we need to start in simpler terms. Tate.” He pointed to himself. “Tate.”


“Yeah. Tate. Who are you?” He pointed to her.


“Zara.” He smiled. “It suits you. Exotic. And short.”

She smiled back, but she still looked very weak. There was no telling how long she’d been in that bottle. Where could she have come from? Was there a land somewhere he didn’t know about, or that the government had been keeping secret, where the inhabitants were the size of chess pieces?

Or what if she’s an experiment? What if some scientists somewhere have been dicking around with DNA and managed to create a race of mini midgets?

“Tayt?” She spoke more gibberish, but she mimicked drinking. He quickly brought around the small seashell he used to drink water out of. Tate watched in fascination as she crawled over to the edge of the shell and bent down to drink. When she was finished, she fell off the edge of the shell, onto the sand, and lay there with her eyes closed.

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t die on me!” This time he scooped her up in his hand and brought her closer to his face. She opened her eyes at the movement, but instead of being alarmed, she murmured something in her language, curled up in his palm, and fell asleep.

For nearly half an hour, Tate stared at the tiny woman sleeping in his hand. She was breathing regularly, and she didn’t seem to be in any sort of physical distress. Not that he could see, anyway.

There was no doubt about it, though. She was beautiful. From what he could see through the simple, semi-sheer robe, she had long, tapered legs and perfectly formed feet. There was the barest hint of darkness between her legs, and her breasts had dark tips.


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