Bio:

Kelly Maher has spent time in eleven countries, traveled all over the
United States, at one point could name all 206 bones in the human body
and can still tell if a femur is from the right or left side of the
body. A multi-published author, Chicago-native Kelly now spends her
time in the wilds of Iowa putting her Masters of Science in Library
and Information Science to good use, knitting, collecting books for
her own private library and exploring the world of erotic fiction in
her writing.

Currently available books:
Bound to Love, included in Coming Together: For The Cure anthology from
Phaze
The Man from H.A.T.H.O.R. from Phaze
Cimmerean League: Revelations from Amber Heat
Family Jewels from Amber Heat

Coming in 2008:
End Balance from Ellora's Cave

Excerpt from Bound to Love:
He toiled by candlelight. The flicker of the flame illuminated his
words, empowered them.

Michael, Earl of Longfleet, knew this was his last chance. If he
could not bring Daniela to him, then all hope would be gone and they'd
forever wander, lost to each other. He closed his eyes, fighting back
the deadening waves of grief at the thought.

They had been apart far too long. If it were not for the stroke of
luck in his research, this opportunity would have passed them by. He
had his mentor to thank for passing along the manuscript, telling the
story of soul mates cursed by jealous gods of ancient times and the
one way to reunite them.

He looked over and fingered the lace of the garments the witch had
sewn for him. She had sworn a blood oath they would absorb his spell
and follow his direction. They suited the woman who haunted his
dreams. The cream and the scarlet would highlight her caramel skin,
her dark hair.

Closing his eyes, he focused his thoughts once more to the journal.
If he did not finish it by the end of the full moon, the spell would
not have sufficient power to call her to him.

The words flowed from his pen and heated his blood. He used the
passion of his dreams to infuse them with more power. Reaching down,
he loosened the buttons of his trousers, releasing his heated cock.

One hand writing, one hand stroking, inflaming himself further. He
paused in his ministrations, not wanting to lose the enhancement of
power his arousal caused.

Sucking in a deep breath, he centered himself once more and wrote.
Called to Daniela, willed her to come to him. Be with him. Forever.

When he inked the last word, he leaned back in the chair. He dipped
his fingers into the bowl of mixed oils, almond to honor Venus,
ambergris for love, cinnamon for speed, rosemary for remembrance.

Slick wetness trailed down his fingers to his palm. Cupping himself,
he thought of Daniela. Dreamed of her. Heat flowed underneath his
hand as he stroked. Her body laid bare for him to explore, to love,
to cherish. Golden candlelight accenting the dips and curves a woman
should bear.

Licking his way up her leg, behind her knee, across her thigh until he
reached nirvana. The salty-sweet taste of her essence coating his
lips, his tongue, his mouth. Drinking in all she offered until she
cried out for more.

Moving up her body, feeling the heated satin of her skin caressing,
accepting, loving him. Meeting her eyes, her dark as midnight eyes,
as they joined. One, forever, one.

Thrusting, harder, countering her gyrations until they both soared.

He shouted his release, unable to hold back. His essence, his seed,
coated his hand. He dipped it once more into the oil, mixing in his
final contribution to the spell. Coating his finger with the
emulsion, he wrote with it on the cover of the journal.



"'Tis my desire I call the one

A truer love was never known

Cross time, space, fly to me

As I will, so mote it be."

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Excerpt from Cimmerean League: Revelations:
Bolt grunted and shifted Vie's body. She was going to wake up pissed,
but she was going to wake up.

As he passed rooms, he could hear the moans, groans, and in some cases
screams, of the hos and johns behind the doors. One asshole stumbled
out of the room as he was stuffing his limp dick back into his pants.
He tripped over his feet into Bolt.

"Watch it, dickhead." Bolt kept his hands on Vie so not to crush the
dumb fuck's skull. The man smiled the goofiest grin at him and
continued on down the hall, hitting the wall every few feet. Probably
fucking high.

He slipped the key into the slot and waited for the passlight to turn
green. By the time it finally did, he was half a heartbeat away from
kicking it in. Opening the door, he slipped in and locked it behind
him.

The room was dingy, but clean. For the most part. He laid Vie down
onto the pallet and stripped her. He forced himself to look at her
objectively, clinically.

Steady pulse. Good color. Creamy skin the color of pale caramel. No
bruising. Visible anyway. Her dark hair was still in the complex knot
that she wore when on a mission. Hair a shade and a half lighter
covered her pussy. Her nipples were bronze and capped breasts that
would comfortably fit into his hands and his mouth.

He gritted his teeth. Yeah, she was going to wake up spitting nails.
Too bad for him. Testing had found sexual stimulation to be the most
effective way of freeing her from this psychic chrysalis. He was only
doing what he had to do.

Pulling off his gloves he set them to the side. Lying down next to
her, he brushed her hair away from her face. "Vie, can you hear me?
You better wake up now if you don't want me waking you up."

No response.

He sighed. No going back now. He cupped her face and kissed her. Her
lips were petal soft, but unresponsive. Moving on to her face, he
kissed her closed eyelids as he traced his fingers down to her
breasts.

Her skin was even softer there. He bit the inside of his cheek and
rested his forehead against hers before continuing. Thumbing a nipple,
he felt the tightening of her skin. His dick twitched in concert.

Nuzzling her neck, he inhaled her scent. Something sweet, flowery, and
completely woman. He nipped her skin. Marking her. She may not
remember this, but she was his. He'd waited long enough.

Moving down to her breast, he mouthed her nipple. It came erect in his
mouth. Curling his tongue around it, he sucked. A faint moan echoed in
the room. He raised his head. Other than a faint redness now coloring
her skin, there was no change in her that he could detect.

He bent and took her other nipple into his mouth, repeating his
attentions. The moan was stronger this time, but still faint.

Stroking his hand down her body, he searched for her center. She was
damp. He hissed. He cupped her curls, fingers searching for her clit.

"Come on, Vie. Wake up. I know you're in there. Come out and play."

He scraped his teeth down her tight abs. He felt the drag of her skin
against his cock through his pants. God, he'd waited so long for this,
and she was fucking unconscious.

The red tinge to her skin was darker now. He pushed her legs apart and
settled in. Draping one of her legs over his shoulder, he parted her
lips. Moisture gleamed on them. She wasn't near wet enough for what he
wanted to do to her. He'd have to wait for that, but he was going to
feast on her.

He licked the length of her. Flavor, her flavor, exploded in his
brain. Like her scent, sweet, almost flowery and all woman. He
groaned. Not since he'd been a whelp had he been this close to coming
in his shorts.

One taste of her and he was ready to come. He massaged her hip and
speared his tongue into her. Her body closed in on him, drawing him in
farther. He stroked, reaching as far as he could. Short gasps teased
his ears. Dragging his head up, he settled his mouth on her erect
clit. Like her nipples, he coaxed it into his mouth with his tongue
and sucked.

The gasps turned into moans. One finger, two, entered her. Her inner
muscles clamped down on him and he groaned.

God, she was so fucking tight. And strong. He flattened his tongue and
flicked at her clit. Looking up her body, he saw the muscles of her
abdomen fluttering and could feel the corresponding inner movement on
his fingers.

His cock was as hard as steel. Pushing away the urgency pounding at
him, he returned to her clit. He sucked, flicked, teased, worshipped.
Groans and gasps now filled the room.

He crooked his fingers and dragged them against her inner muscles,
searching for that patch of spongy skin he knew would throw her into
orgasm.

She cried out now. Looking up, he saw her chest up, head thrown back.
He moaned against her.

Screaming, she convulsed.

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