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Vincent and Tess are supposed to stay away from each other. They both agreed. Their cheating spouses are too crazy. Tess doesn't know Vincent has been there, watching out for her. She doesn't know Vincent runs Redrock the local Indian casino that just called her to do a last minute florist job. 

But she can't take her eyes off Vincent once she arrives at Redrock ... that is until both their spouses show up. Cruel and unusual punishment. Vincent's cheating wife is model gorgeous and Tess' cheating husband ignores her like they’re not married.

Vincent is forced to play a game with his soon to be ex, to get her off the board of his charities, before he cuts her loose for good. He needs to stay away from Tess, but when he sees tears in Tess’ eyes and feels her in his embrace again, all bets are off.

Then his crazy wife breaks them apart, again ... but Vincent has had a taste of sweet and he’s determined to have more. Can he convince Tess, against all odds, to believe in him when things around them seem unbelievable?

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Tess drove toward Redrock casino out on the far side of town. She’d been called late that day by Redrock’s community event director. Then she'd been hired over the phone as a last minute plea. It seemed there was a wedding going on that night in one of the big banquet rooms at Redrock and they had flowers, but no one to arrange them.

Tess was still unclear how that had come down, but one; she couldn’t let anyone get married on their special day without lovely flowers, and two; it was too big an ‘in’ into more business from Redrock. Besides she had nothing planned for the evening except sitting in a very big, very well furnished condo by herself.

“Except maybe feeling sorry for myself,” she muttered, pulling out on the highway to take the short drive to the Indian casino.

Her husband wasn’t acting as if he even cared that she wasn't living at their house anymore. She thought he rarely came home either. But she couldn’t take the chance going back to live at home, because Steven could show up anytime. Lately, she’d been thinking maybe just complaining to Steven about money and such might be enough to get a lawyer and start divorce proceedings. Steven was so preoccupied at the moment with his newest lay ... it might be the very best time. Then, she could be free.

She nibbled on her bottom lip wondering what Steven might have done if he ever found out she’d been with Vincent. Steven could act like she didn’t exist, yet the second he thought another man might take his place, he started paying attention and acting creepily possessive. She thought it might be those mysterious associates he’d hooked up with, which she thought acted weirdly like mob guys.

But she didn’t think there were mob guys nowadays. Besides why would mob guys be into a low-tier, wannabe talent agent? Tess would be more inclined to think those mob guys would have been more interested in Steven’s former job of being a securities trader and fund manager. But now he was around those guys, she bet Steven didn’t want to look weak to them and that's what was spurring on any selective possessiveness he felt toward her.

She was nearly to the casino when her cell rang, startling her out of her intense thoughts. She used the hands-free button on her dash to answer it.

“Tess Navarro? This is the events coordinator for Redrock, Mary Runninghorse.”

Tess greeted her, then listened to Mary saying, “Just valet park out front. There will be someone to walk you back.”

Mary said goodbye rather quickly before Tess could get more details, such as who to look for.

“Darn,” Tess muttered, pulling up through the valet parking lane. She just hoped they had some fresh flowers so she could make a good impression. She parked, grabbed her shoulder purse, then got out to hand her keys to the attendant with a smile. He was just tearing off the claim ticket, to hand her, when her gaze rose. Vincent. She felt her belly tighten as she watched Vincent getting out of his parked truck. An instant kick of excitement shivered through her.

Distractedly, she took the claim ticket as she tried to figure out why Vincent got away parking where he had, and then she wondered if she had enough time to avoid being seen by him. Or if she wanted too. Of course she wanted to see him, desperately. She constantly fought the feelings. However seeing him right then was too quick to erect any walls, and Vincent turned straight toward her as if he knew she was there.

She pulled in another breath at how virile and extremely hot he was as he took long strides toward her. Her memory hadn’t been wrong about his pure masculine attractiveness, and his wife was a complete idiot for wanting Steven over him. Vincent wore a black cowboy hat, tip back on his brow. The hat tamed his shoulder length hair down around his neck like an inky black fall. He wore faded jeans and a long sleeved, black tee that had “Redrock” printed across his chest in red lettering with slashes of silver behind it. He had on a big, silver belt buckle and when he got closer she saw a flying hawk embossed in the silver.

His black boots brought him towering over her with his gaze intense. It licked fire through her the moment their eyes met.

“Boss,” the valet attendant said beside her. Tess scrunched her nose wondering what that meant as she watched Vincent nod to him. “Keep her car close, Daniel.”

“Okay, boss,” Daniel, the valet attendant replied, then he scooted around and got into her car.

“Hey,” Vincent said, looking down on her as his hand settled on her waist as though it belonged there. 

“Hey,” she replied tipping her gaze up to him, too confused to come up with more to say.

But internally, her concentration was latched to his wide, really warm hand curling over the indent of her waist. It was as if he had to touch her when they were this close and she immediately felt their connection. His dark eyes spoke of intimate things between them ... sexy, naughty, and wild things and she blushed, thrilled to see him. Too thrilled, because soon they’d have to force themselves apart again.

When she blushed, his hand squeezed her waist as if he knew she was thinking about them having wild sex together. “Too fucking sweet,” his voice rumbled, and he said it like a curse, moving her forward. “Come on.”

She automatically followed him as if she couldn’t disobey him. Ever. But then she realized … “Um, I have a job to do here...” she started to say.

He interrupted her, “I know.” Then he pulled one of the casino’s large front doors open. She walked past and he followed, keeping his hand on her waist as he opened the next set of doors for her. “You know?” she questioned.

Casino sounds filled the air and the lighting was dim like in all casinos. She slowed to a stop looking up at him. His hat came off but his hand didn’t move from her waist, while his gaze swept her face.

“Hey, boss.” Tess looked over Vincent's broad shoulder at a young, cashier runner, smiling at Vincent, who looked over his shoulder at her.

“Hey, Becky. Keep it tight.”

“Right boss.” Becky nodded and moved away.

“Evening, Mr. Whitehorse.” This came from behind Tess.

Vincent nodded to a security guard, who passed by.

Tess turned back, and grabbed a fistful of Vincent tee by his waist, feeling the ripple of his six-pack abs beneath. “Boss? You’re the boss.” It was not a question, it was a demand.

“Kinda,” he said, then he used his hand on her waist to move her forward and she lost her grip on his tee. Oh, he so was the boss. That meant her impromptu job was very suspect.

“This is not staying away from each other,” she accused.

He moved her through rows of slot machines with people pushing buttons and some looking as if they were hugging their machines. She was not a gambler so the rows of machines looked like rows of tricked-out arcade games to her.

“Redrock can get flowers done by anyone. Why not you?” Vincent’s voice was close to her ear, where he’d leaned down to be heard. The rumble of his voice stroked her in places she’d have to appease later with her lonely vibrator. Damn him.

She caught his tee again as they walked, keeping his mouth close as she turned her head slightly. “Because we shouldn’t be together,” she whispered fiercely. Because any second she was going to veer him off their path and mouth lock him. “Playing with fire,” she blurted.

“Just trying to help you, beautiful,” he replied. 

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“That your husband up there?”

She moaned and nodded. A growl rumbled from his chest. He thought she had to be, the way she’d come up on them, and the way she’d looked before he grabbed her from warning them they were caught.

“We'll talk,” he uttered, dragging her down the hotel walkway away from the balcony. What were the odds he’d meet the wife of the bastard that was screwing his wife?

He was the husband! Tess was gobsmacked as the tall man wearing a black duster and cowboy hat placed her in his big, extended cab pickup that was parked on the other side of the parking lot from “the deed.” She couldn’t think the real words of what it was.

She was shaking and wet as she watched him crossing in front of his truck, going to the driver’s side. He got in, and she exclaimed, “I’m wet.” Her teeth clattered as she tried to control them, and explain. “I’ll ruin your seat.”

“Don’t care.” His voice was a low rumbly burr that she oddly felt in all her secret girly places, but his voice was also tight, as in controlled. His wet hat came off, hitting the seat between them. From the lights of the parking lot, Tess saw he had a long angular nose, black hair that was long enough to hang slightly over his collar, and he had pinpoints in his undetermined eye color, when he glanced at her. His long fingers reached for the heater knob and he turned it on high. Just then lightning struck and she yelped, clutching the armrest on her door.

“Name?” he asked, with an apparent clipped way of speaking.

His truck started, and her voice was shaking when she answered, “Tess Navarro.”

He hissed a breath, and the sound made her think he’d heard the name.

“Vincent Whitehorse,” he offered as his long arm reach to the back of the seat, and he turned his head to look, while backing the truck.

Her breath caught and her eyes widened — she didn’t miss the incredible masculine hotness making up his rugged features. She could have hissed a breath too over his name, because she’d heard of Whitehorse Training and Security Facility. She sent them out flowers she couldn’t use in her flower shop that were good, but getting too old to sell. She liked the theme of WTSF that was helping to save single teens, young women, and young moms, by training them to kick ass, and then getting them into trade jobs or school.

Tess had heard a lot of the jobs were security or bond chaser type work. But she’d seen WTSF personal on the local community college campus passing out flyers. She’d also seen them around town doing various fund raisers for their charity work. She wondered if he was the Whitehorse of WTSF or just a relation. But the more important question tumbled from her mouth, as he took the access road down the side of the highway.

“Did you know?”

He looked as if he was holding rein on a sizeable amount of anger. Which she got. It made his features look chiseled and even more masculine, if that was possible, and she was feeling the distinct flutter inside her for the awareness of a man she thought strikingly attractive.

“Guessed,” he uttered. She kept staring at him as he clipped more words. “Knew. Done it before.”

“Oh,” she whined, dropping her gaze, then she mumbled, “Mine too. Once, I know of.”

“Fuckers,” he growled.

Yeah, Tess wanted to growl that word too, and more she wanted to ask why she wasn’t enough for Steven. What was wrong with her? And what kind of idiot was Vincent’s wife screwing around on a hot man like Vincent. Her husband, Steven, wasn’t "all man" in the hard, virile, and ripped category. He was okay, but not even close to Vincent Whitehorse’s edgy, badass kind of hunkiness.

Wow.

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Their Ex's: ONE: RedRock (Texas Alpha Erotic Romance

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The spouses of two cheaters find themselves drawn to each other after they discover the affair.

Tess is set to catch her husband cheating on her. She runs toward the hotel in a thunderstorm seeing a couple in a clench on an outside balcony. Tess opens her mouth to scream at them when a man grabs her, shutting off her scream.

She finds the tall, dark, and powerful man is, Vincent Whitehorse the spouse of the woman cheating with Tess’ husband.

They have an amazing, instantaneous connection.

When Tess falls into bed with Vincent they combust like nothing Tess has felt before.

However both their spouses are crazy. Her husband has unwittingly hooked up with the mob and Vincent’s wife thinks she's the next Cher.

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Vampire Lords of Blacknall: Trinity

Only a creature of the night can save her.

Four brothers. All turned vampires by the same evil Sire. They are the Lords of Blacknall, in this century. Trinity is the second oldest and while starting to investigate the murder of women on London's east side, he suddenly feels a woman in danger. Why can he feel her and why does this one woman's blood set his thirst on fire. Can he save Lady Beth from the monster that hunts her? Can he protect her from his own wicked urges, wanting to devour her?

Lady Beth Winslow never stays home in the evenings. She fears her despicable stepbrother. Then a monster stalks her in the dark woods and she cannot tell beast from savior. 

Gothic undertones fill this vampire regency romance novel. If you've read Shirl Anders before you will be surprised. This is a novel length story with much more lengthy romancing.

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Trinity caught the flashes of alabaster skin off to the left and in front of where he ran through the brambles. The woman's screaming had stopped many minutes ago, and he had to guess the foul beast hunting her had nearly run her to ground.

He veered his headlong sprint towards the glimpses of pale flesh he kept catching sight of through thickly-grouped trees surrounded by scattered bushes. His timing to reach the young woman before the vile monster leapt to kill her was too close to think he'd make it. The threatening roar he released was of a maddened vampire reverberating through the night air. The abhorrence would recognize his thundering challenge.

He heard the woman cry out … in pain this time. Instantly he smelled blood, as he bellowed, "No!" Then his large body crashed through a small opening in the foliage.

He realized too late he was moving much too fast to halt his forward motion, when suddenly the woman was there … as if pushed forward toward his unchecked momentum. He only had seconds to react and he grasped her against his body. Her long black hair whipped around them as he turned to take the brunt of an inevitable fall. He landed on his back with the woman piled on top of him. Then he heard the triumphant howl of escape from the foul beast fading into the distance.

Trinity held tight to the voluptuous young woman as he arched his back and shouted his anger at losing his chance to kill the abhorrence. "I will find you!" he bellowed.

He became aware of the woman screaming as she thrashed on top of him. More powerful than her ineffectual attempts at breaking his hold, while she screamed shrilly into his ear, were the scents of her fresh blood, choking him. It was a quality of blood scent he'd never inhaled before.

His savage and barely-controlled inner hunter snarled to life. Fangs punched past his lips as twin weapons, gluttonous for the smell of pure virgin’s blood pumping from cuts on the woman's struggling body. Ravenous hunger clogged his throat as he'd not felt since he was a young and uncontrolled vampire. Then, before he had any hope of exerting his willpower over the sudden monstrous cravings, his body turned, flipping the woman onto her back. He landed, pouncing over her. His fangs ready to strike, while the veins in his body throbbed for the blood he could smell.

Why was her blood so fucking potent?

The animalistic snarl that lunged from his throat clashed with the woman's frightened sobs, and her wide eyes gazed up at him with horror polished in their depths. Her small hands pounded against his upper chest as her bare hips and legs thrashed, trying to push his body off. His hard erection beneath his britches pounded for her submission, ordering his hips forward to press the rigid length down into her soft center, crushing her lower body's struggle to a halt.

The woman whimpered in fear. Then she cried, "Oh no! No!"

The strangled animalistic sound he made choked the woman's cried words into panting silence, as if she believed halting any motion would make the vicious animal set to strike her miss.

Beth couldn't stand the predator's gaze of yellow eyes with red glints slashed in the centers. She whimpered with sheer terror, jerking her gaze to the side, clenching her eyelids. She'd seen the long white fangs and she'd heard the animalistic snarls that came from the beast surely set to kill her. First, a monster hunted her and now another apparition held her captive. Yet the powerful menace against her felt like a man with hands, arms, legs, and a heavy chest. She felt men's trousers along her bare legs, and she felt a jacket fallen open over her breasts. Was it a man?

Why didn't it strike? her mind wailed, as her breath heaved. Was this the beast that chased her? She thought not. But her questions and abject terror paled in comparison when she felt a hardened length pressing into her core … and what that foretold, nearly caused her to fall into hysteria.

"Don't move!" The commanding voice was a tense baritone with the aftereffects of a growl.

The appearance of human words so surprised her panicked state, she jerked her gaze toward the sound as her body quaked in reaction. Had someone come to save her?

"Don't," the beast above her commanded, "Move."

To hear the semblance of a human's voice in the world gone so mad made her hopes flare unrealistically. Yet they did all the same. She wanted to live.

"Trinity!" a man's voice shouted from the forest surrounding them.

The beast's head jerked upward to look over her head and away from stalking her with its blazing and vulturous, yellow eyes.

"Stop, brother! Don't bite her, Trinity!" the voice rang out from the distance.

Beth felt the air she held suspended leave her lungs as her hands flattened on the chest above her. Bite her? She cringed.

"Virgin's blood," the beast-man above her snarled viciously. "So potent you can smell it. Never felt this hunger before!" His voice growled, making her whimper and squirm against him with the intense need to run.

"Trinity! Brother!"

"I will fight it, Church," her beast-man vowed, half snarled, half shouted as his chest heaved into her chest. "Move away!" he yelled.

"For our mother!" the voice, called Church, returned.

Beth didn't understand anything that had happened that night. How could she end up nearly naked beneath a primal man-beast? So many things were beyond the comprehension of her innocent life. However, she did understand — or perhaps she wanted it so badly to be true — that the man called Trinity, imprisoning her, was trying to fight the urge to strike her. He couldn't be the one that had chased her through the night forest because that presence held a livid and evil malevolence toward her.

"I will rise upward and give you my jacket," the creature called Trinity said. His voice held strange inflections through the large fangs extending from his mouth. It also seemed he promised the action as though to convince himself.

Beth tensed more, trying to slow her panting breath, halfway certain he wouldn't win the battle as he began to rise upward. Then, with his arms locked on either side of her, he stopped moving, but his other worldly eyes didn't stop traveling. He looked over her face, and then he looked downward toward her bare chest. She gasped a squeal of embarrassment chasing her fear, as caution be damned, she jerked her arms between them to cover her breasts.

"You are very beautiful," his tense voice emitted lowly. His hand rose and she would have flinched away, but his gaze held her immobile. His fingers touched her cheek and they felt cold as he curled them and he stroked over the curve of her cheek with the back of his knuckles.

"Please," she begged for her life, and the red glints in his eyes seemed to dull within the yellow. His hand lifted to her temple and he did the most extraordinary thing. He wrote a cross upon her temple with his fingers.

"For my mother," he growled lowly.

Beth could feel the incredible tautness in his body above her. He nearly quivered with tenseness, and then he continued to rise off her lower body, until the cold night air flashed across her nakedness.

Owning Arabella

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Against her will, Arabella is gambled by her stepfather in a card game and won by the fiercely scarred Lord Darth Peregrine. A man who believes that no woman could desire him. 

Lord Peregrine holds Arabella captive to his sexual desires. He is the lord and master and she is naked to his control. In the end Lord Peregrine saves Arabella's young brother ... and he saves himself.







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Punishment! Darth had said punishment! Arabella squealed again as Darth hauled her to one of the bedposts. There he lifted her wrists high over her head as she wiggled and fought his hold. But he took the thinnest belt and wrapped both of her wrists, pulling them higher to bind the belt around the bedpost. Bringing even her heels off the ground. She was hung helplessly naked and heaving from the exertion of trying to escape him.

“God, you are beautiful,” he uttered, swiping a broad hand across his scarred mouth as if he had not meant to say it.

He was standing to the side of her with one of his hands hung down at his side and the wide leather strap dangling to the floor. Arabella clenched her eyes and tensed in terrified anticipation of the lash she knew was coming. Flinching when Darth moved, only no sudden pain came across her back. Instead, she heard the soft whoosh of the feather mattress. Then she dared to open her eyes to see Darth stretched out like a great feline cat crossways on the corner of the bed. His penetrating gray eyes were gazing up at her. She had never felt more exposed in her life, stripped naked, and helpless before a man.

“I hate you!” she cried, not knowing what else to say or to do as Darth lay there, and then he smiled slowly. Arabella’s heart caught unreasonably, for she would never think this brute, this bully, who was so utterly male, could be attractive in his own way.

My Lady Compelled

Lady Gabriella St. John is purchased from a "wives sale" by the Duke of Kitteridge. Lord Kitteridge intends to command and seduce his newly purchased lady away from her too strict English morals

Erotic passions battle amidst adventure when Gabriella's husband returns trying to steal her back. Old secrets are revealed and launch the Archangels into a new mission to save Gabriella. Will the lady find the courage to risk it all for the passion of the man that she has always desired? Exciting sexual encounters with an adventurous story plot. HEA,

Erotic Regency Romance from best selling author Shirl Anders. This is the first ebook, My Lady Compelled, in Shirl Anders continuing, 6 ebook, Erotic Regency romance series, the Archangels.

My Lady Compelled
Lady Enslaved
Lady Captive
Lady Taken
Lady Enthralled
Lady Gambled 

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"Then, I shall see what I have purchased, madame," he continued, relentless. "Now!"

"You have become an arrogant beast, Lord Kittridge," Gabriella exclaimed, appearing more furious and embarrassed now as she tossed her mink muffler onto the wing chair in his study along with her trim mink hat to follow. She eyed him uncertainly through beautiful violet colored eyes, apparently gauging his resolve in this most daring scene, and then she cried, "I certainly could not begrudge you the entire twenty-thousand pounds that it cost you to purchase me!" 

Her white gloves came off next, furiously following the mink accessories. "Just what do you intend to do with me?" she exclaimed as her shaking fingers worked on the black pearl buttons of her fashionable silk walking dress. "Make me into your whore," she panted as the dove gray dress slid to her slippered feet and she shuttered in fevered distress. "How you must hate me to do this," she despaired in obvious anguish, jerking down her petticoats one by one, until she stood in only her cream-colored, gauzy camisole. 

Drummond saw at once that she was still exquisite after all these years. Infinitely more so dressed in an utterly feminine camisole. The camisole covered only to her creamy-colored upper thighs above her silk stockings held in place by frilly garters of violet satin. The lacy top edge of the camisole dipped into the sultry curves of her magnificent bosom. She was sumptuous with her auburn hair and purply colored eyes, little did her contemptible husband realize, but he would have paid ten times as much to have her.

"Come here to me, madame, now!" Drummond commanded. Completely ignoring Gabriella's questions and tirade as he reclined imperiously in his high-backed leather chair behind the desk in his study.

"Answer me!" Gabriella exclaimed indignant, even as she came forward with faltering steps. She only tiptoed to the edge of his desk, with one of her hands attempting ridiculously to cover her ample breasts, while the other scrunched between her perfect thighs. He could see the pulse beating wildly in the hollow of her slender throat.

"I do not have to answer to you for anything, madame. It is you, who are now fully and completely beneath my proprietorship." Drummond reached forward.

"Oh, you-you," Gabriella squealed as he clasped her wrist, hauling her unceremoniously into his lap with her back plastered to his chest.

"There is nothing for you to do, madame, . . . no place for you to go." Drummond moved his hand then with bold rapaciousness, while she tried instantly to clench her legs together, eliciting a strangled screech. 

Then, he uttered harshly. "You may not abandon me this time. You must submit!"

"Oh, I will escape you-you, arrogant bastard!" Gabriella cried, trying to struggle from beneath his arm clamped around her slender waist.

Suddenly Drummond's fingers halted their exploring motion as Gabriella's final words registered in his mind and he released her just as quickly. "Go then! Back to your husband. Now, madame," he snapped.

Gabriella braced her hands upon his arms to peer back over her shoulder at him. "You know that I cannot . . . he has everything. I-I."

My Lady Enslaved

Erotic twists start quickly with a mistaken identity when Lord Harrison Ravenscar seizes the wrong woman for his vengeance and he forces innocent Chloe into being his sexual slave for revenge. My Lady Enslaved is the second book of Shirl Anders bestselling erotic Regency romance series called the Archangels.

Captured between her deadly twin sister and Lord Ravenscar, Chloe finds herself kidnapped and imprisoned. The coldly handsome and sexually arrogant Ravenscar refuses to believe her claims of mistaken identity as he propels her into the heady realm of submission. This is an adventurous and erotic tale of revenge and intrigue. HEA

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She was naked! . . . And now she knew why Lia had cut the back of her thigh, Chloe thought frantically, as she tried to twist away from the English nobleman’s hands. Only he held her pinned to his tall frame by one gloved hand tightening on her buttock. She could feel the press of his black satin evening clothes touching her naked skin from her knees to her breasts. All at once he tilted her head back roughly with his fingers on her chin. She whimpered in fear, caught helplessly against the heat of him.

“Who are you so afraid of that you would mar your own beauty so?” he asked harshly, twisting her chin higher.

Take the gag off, Chloe pleaded with her eyes. Take the gag off and I will tell you.

“Do not look at me like that,” he suddenly snarled, and then he released her, backing away. “Brandy-colored doe’s eyes on a venomous bitch!” he hissed.

Chloe watched him abruptly turn away from her and stalk to the chair where he grabbed up a black leather riding quirt from the richly padded seat. She instantly jerked helplessly against the restraints holding her wrists, seeing nothing but the wicked riding quirt as she watched him turn slowly and gracefully toward her once again. He was tapping the quirt along the outside of his muscled thigh.

“Beginning to understand, are we?” The expression on his rugged features was dangerous and lethal and Chloe clenched her eyes with a terrified whimpering sound escaping her throat.

He ought to whip her, Harrison goaded himself. He ought to flay Lia’s round sleek ass red! He ought to make her cry and whimper more. Damnation, why was she doing that whimpering, he thought viciously, as he watched her. Could she play the simpering game this long and not once express any hint of defiance, anger, or lethal revenge in her dark brandy-colored eyes? Not once! Only this fear and this helplessness?

Yes! Yes, she could. Lia was the best, he savagely reminded himself. Lia had fooled Napoleon himself. She was the consummate actress in the guise of an undercover spy. He raised the quirt and watched Lia’s incredibly lovely body shuddering as large crystal teardrops slid down over the red silk gag he had tied over her mouth. He stepped closer and she sobbed, quivering like a helpless frightened doe.

“Damnation,” he swore hoarsely, throwing the quirt across his bedchamber in a violent gesture as he stood straining like a beast against its leash, clenching and unclenching his scarred hands. He dropped his chin looking down at the black leather encasing those hands. Knowing whose fault it was. Damning himself for his . . . this weakness


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My Lady Captive

Shirl Anders

Lord Wyndham Hawkenge risks everything trying to save Lady Orelan from the hedonistic clutches of an old revival, Alexei Tropov. 

Orelan and Wyndham become ensnared within the decadent halls of Valcourt . . . unwilling players in Alexei's wicked games as Wyndham battles wits and danger trying free the young widow, Orelan. A lady whom he once dared to kiss at the tender age of sixteen, but now commands so much more from.







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 When Wyndham caught his first sight of Orèlan in the white and gold marbled front salon at Valcourt, he was momentarily rocked back on his heels by the vision of her exotic beauty. Nevertheless, he allowed none of his intense feelings to show other than an involuntary tick on the left side of his firmly placed jaw. The presence of that tick was forced, because a swarthy Arabic man, at the beset of Alexei Tropov, was lewdly groping the lovely Orèlan.

That Arab had one diaphanous sleeve of Orèlan’s plum-colored gown shoved down to her elbow, as he burrowed his ugly mustached face into the supple pillows of her bosom, while he forcefully held her against the wall. Orèlan struggled helplessly beneath him, but the Arab had her wrists clamped behind her back as Alexei watched, from a haute but relaxed pose, sitting in a gilded chair, laughing as he quipped. “Struggle, my beautiful puta, that will only cost our most esteemed Sultan more rubles to bed you, if I allow him.”

The sound that escaped Wyndham’s throat was a low human snarling. He ignored the jarring pain in his right leg and stalked forward, surprising everyone, when he seemed to come out of nowhere to grab the Arab from behind and literally shove him across the room. His voice, when he spoke was a low dangerous hiss. “I have come to claim my marker, Alexei. This woman is mine!”

The Arab hit the far wall as Wyndham quickly grasped Orèlan by her slender bare shoulders. He tried to gentle his hands as he pulled her forward, whispering intently beneath his breath into her startled face. “Kiss me now, you spit fire, as you would no other.”

“Wyndham!” she cried out, with a desperate and emotion filled voice as she flung herself the rest of the distance to him, just as his mouth came down roughly over her mouth.

“Bravo!” Alexei sneered behind them.

Wyndham ignored Alexei as he took his brazen kissing of Orèlan’s lush lips and propositioned it into bedroom passion. Bending her flowing body over his arm as she clutched his shoulders and opened her honeyed mouth to his advancing tongue.

She was more the woman now, in the six years since he had seen her last. Tall, opulently curved at bosom, belly, and hips. But her mouth was the same. It had always been a sensual wish. Any man who looked upon her pouted lips could do nothing less than desire to ravish their erotic plumpness. She mewled, a soft ardent sound in the back of her throat. Thrilling. It was surrender, pleasure, and desire mixed as he twisted his larger tongue around the dainty petal of her tongue, while his free hand curled into the thickness of her black-sable hair. He was lost again . . . that quickly, even when he knew that he needed his wits about him. 

My Lady Taken

The Duke of Sutherlin's spying career is over and the time has arrived for him to marry. But Radford isn't certain he can find a hot-blooded lady like his ex-spying friends from the Archangels have.

However, never daunted, he concocts a plan to find a passionate woman to marry by betting himself in marriage on the books at White's. He is a Duke after all, therefore making him any English lady's prize and hopefully sending them in amorous pursuit of him.

What he doesn't expect is the feminine artifice of Lady Nia O'Shea when she sets her witty, seductive, and scheming sights on him. But all is not what it seems in this erotic adventure and the plot and carnal play advance into lively adventures in and out of bed. Where the duke falls in love with a woman whose face he never sees until the very end.



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It was a fast paced waltz in the inky blackness and each time Lady Nia sought to move in the direction of escape, the bold touch of his fingers and hand startled her back into the direction of his intention. Cornered. He was certain that he touched a full breast, a bare waist, and the creamy cheek of a nicely rounded ass with his briefly stroking fingers. Each tangible feeling amazing him with the reality of her complete nudity, and proved to stroke his ardor higher.

Suddenly, the back of Nia's bare thighs bumped a small table, rattling a crystal lamp and something else unknown crashed onto the floor, shattering. She cried out, flinging her hands upward in the attempt to keep from falling. Then, abruptly in the pitched blackness, she was engulfed against warm material and a tall hardened body beneath.

"It is not to be like this!" she gasped, senselessly overwhelmed by the masculine presence carrying her to safe equilibrium with her spine braced gently against the wall beside the table. Her fingers clutched a twill jacket and the firm broadness of muscular shoulders beneath. All at a height that dwarfed her uncommon tallness.

She was not to be caught like this. The written instructions had been clear. She was to tease, titillate, and flirt, perhaps flirting outrageously using her naked body in glancing touches to inflame the Duke. However, she was not to allow him to touch her more than briefly on their first encounter.

"Carefully laid plans gone awry, cherie?" Radford's warm breath caressed her cheek too intimately.

She could not feel his hands touching her, only his unyielding body pressing down the entire length of her figure, pinning her to the wall at her back. "Yes, I..." she murmured in confusion, with her lips brushing the strong heated hollow of his throat as he moved his hips with a barely perceptible motion that slowly undulated the impression of his hardening cock against her lower belly.

"A little late to turn shy or moral, my sweet."

Nia gasped as Radford's tongue suddenly slid along the shell of her ear. She was clutching his shoulders and nearly pulling him to her, yet now her senses returned slightly with his words. What was she doing? She could barely think clearly. That had never happened to her before, not in such a simple situation. Simple? Oh Lord! She was losing her grasp. Nonetheless, just the permeation of Lord Sutherlin's masculine heat, his smell, and the feel of his tall muscular body against her body, was overwhelming her. He was dangerous.

Nia realized in a breathless second that Lord Radford Sutherlin was a very dangerous man. Suddenly, she shoved against his shoulder wiggling her body with the purpose of freedom against his towering build. "Let me go," she cried tightly.

The second the words left her lips, he stepped backward, completely surprising her. She turned instantly thinking to flee, yet her bare breasts encountered his straight arm braced against the wall, halting her forward motion. Instinctively, she backed up only to find herself halted by his other arm braced straight behind her.

"Hush, cherie." His voice deepened with soothing sounds. "But we will talk."

Red Cloak of Abandon Erotic Regency Romance

Red Cloak of Abandon

This story sets the ringleader of the Lady Rogues, Affinity, in sensual and dramatic pursuit of Lord Lawrence Fabier, the mysterious Duke of St. Martin. Law, whom is haunted by one tragic event in his past, which he now spends his life trying to atone for. He lives a hidden life as the"Benefactor" of London’s prostitutes. His pursuits remain secret, as they must, until one woman starts asking questions about him. 

She is the mystifying Lady Affinity, whom he cannot ignore as he catches her rifling through his home, stealing his hidden journal of erotic dreams, and meeting his increasing intrigue boldly at every encounter. Their dance of passion leads them both into the explicit yearnings of sexual desire and adventure that break all their boundaries. HEA, sexually explicit (41,646 words)

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Then suddenly, Affinity’s gaze focused on what Law held up in his hand. It was her diary! She bounced off the bed. “Give that to me! That is mine!”

Affinity stopped at Law’s back as he turned to face her with his hands and her diary behind his back. “And this is your personal journal?” he asked, with his voice dripping in newfound slyness.

“It is mine!” she exclaimed, trying to reach behind him, but each time his larger body turned blocking her reach. “Oh you cannot have that, give it back!”

“Where is my journal, Affinity?” Law asked firmly.

Affinity stopped bouncing around in front of Law and looked up into his dark eyes. Of course, what an idiot she was! Then abruptly she turned and ran back to the bed, diving under the pillow for Law’s journal. Once her fingers curled around the leather binding she turned and rushed back to him.

“I never should have taken this and I do so apologize. I had every intention of returning it!” Affinity exclaimed breathlessly, holding the journal up to Law, who snatched it from her immediately.

Affinity watched Law’s journal disappear behind his back and when his hand returned it was empty. “But where is my dairy?” she started to exclaim, however, she never got to finish, because suddenly Law’s free arm was clamped over the small of her back. He tugged her up against his unmoving body, jostling her breasts highly, as the air jerked from her lungs. Then, his upper body pressed forward, further and further, until the buttons on his jacket were biting into the bare flesh of her breasts and she was dangling arched over his forearm.

Oh dear. Affinity clutched Law’s broad shoulders on either side with her long hair pooling on the floor. His lips were a breath away, over the top of her lips. “I will keep both.” His warm breath seared her lips. “Kiss me,” he commanded.

Then, in her heightened confusion and well . . . to be honest, her arousing excitement, she only really registered the, “kissing,” part of Law’s words. That compelled her, as her entire body and mind were already allured to do, into the kissing him in a most urgent fashion.

However, if she started out the first to kiss, as Law commanded, within one second she was the one being kissed. Consumed was a better word. Oh my God. A mouth that plucked her lips open, just before his tongue swept inside. She moaned senselessly beneath the deeply wild kiss, and she remembered only one instruction coherently from Madam DeJonge’s edification on French kissing. Suck.

Lord, where had she learned that? He should not be surprised, Law thought as he plunged his tongue repeatedly into Affinity’s sweetly hot mouth and she sucked his tongue with abandon. The feel of her dainty inner mouth suckled around his wider tongue nearly lost him again as he carried her back to the bed. Yet this time he kept his will stronger . . . barely, as he kissed Affinity senseless for long drugging moments. He knew that she was completely dazed, when he lifted his lips from hers, because he was nearly so himself.

“If you speak one word of my hidden work as the Benefactor, Affinity Redgrift, I will publish your dairy,” Law said in a deep husky-roughened voice against Affinity’s lips.

“W-What?” Affinity squeaked, trying to drag her mind into clearing her thoughts. She had heard the words, published and diary. Publish, diary? Her eyes popped open, though lethargically.

“Law!” she exclaimed, but her voice was too husky to sound sharp, and she suddenly realized that Law was gone! She propped up on her elbows with a wobble, looking about the room and the open French door beyond. Law had seduced her with a kiss, and then he'd stolen her diary.

My Lady Gambled (Erotic Novel)

My Lady Gambled

This is a novel length Regency erotic romance 

The exciting conclusion of Shirl Anders Archangel series. 

Kit Montoya fears that the lethal Order of the Satyr has caused her brother’s disappearance. She will gamble everything to find her brother, and then she discovers the Archangels interest in The Order and she offers herself as bait. Lord Brynmore Duneagan disagrees with the idea of using her and putting her into danger. Yet Kit will try to infiltrate The Order with or without the Archangels help.

This erotic romance pits the all Archangels and their ladies against evil as they try to find and destroy a serial murderer. Brynmore and Kit are in the lead as they challenge each other. Exciting love scenes and challenges involving each one of the Archangel men and their women that run the gambit of sexual adventures from spanking and bondage to veil dancing. 

"The heat emanating from these characters could set off the fire alarms," Fallen Angel Reviews


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My Lady Enthralled

My Lady Enthralled

My Lady Enthralled is an erotic romance chiller and not for the faint of heart. 

Saxonhurst embarks on a dark and very dangerous adventure. He travels overseas, but from mischance, he becomes noticed by the depraved followers of a hedonistic cult. They covet his long river of maple-brown colored hair and his unwilling sexuality for their perverted ceremonies . . . Sexual sacrifices orchestrated by their evil leader, Lord Hellion, who the cultist worship. 

Saxon struggles to save both his life and beautiful Joelle's life. Joelle who was captured with him in the salacious web. Yet, they will fight anyway they can, trying desperately to gain their freedom.


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