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Aubrey Ross writes an eclectic assortment of erotic fiction. From power struggles between futuristic clans, to adventurous Mystic Keepers, her stories are filled with passion and imagination. Some of her recent awards include Passionate Plume finalists, an EPPIE finalist, and a CAPA Nomination from the Romance Studio.With a pampered cat curled on the corner of her desk, Aubrey dreams of fascinating words and larger than life adventures -- and wouldn't have it any other way! Visit her website at: http://www.aubreyross.com/ Join Aubrey's Newsletter group at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Anything-but-Ordinary/.


Out Now: The Dark Dichotomy Series

Dark Dichotomy: Mishbehaving


Kendra Lawrence isn’t sure what to expect when she meets Torral Burton for the first time. His family’s secrecy has kept Napa Valley gossiping for generations. He contracts her to renovate a cottage on his secluded estate, but Kendra is tempted to misbehave as soon as she looks into his eyes. Never before has a man ignited her senses and made her long for erotic misdeeds.

Ryan, Torral’s nocturnal half, senses Kendra’s presence even before he transitions out of sleep state. His visions reveal an enemy lurking in the shadows, waiting to destroy them all. A soul bonding is the only way to ensure Kendra’s safety. But first she must accept the complexity of their nature and learn to revel in the pleasures awaiting her as the mate of a Dichotomy.

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Dark Dichotomy: Misbehaving
Aubrey Ross
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An Authorized Excerpt

He took a step toward her and then another. “What do you feel when you look at me?”

Her heartbeat leapt in response to his whispered question. Torral had asked her what she felt when he touched her. Ryan didn’t seem to need touch. He had her aching with just the power of his gaze.

“I think you’re extremely handsome. Is that what you want to hear?”

“I look very much like Leos. Did your heart pound when you looked at him?”

“My heart pounded when I looked at Torral. It’s not just you.” His smile caught her off guard. She’d hoped to dissuade him with the comment.

“Torral is part of me. It’s natural that you find us both attractive.” He drew her hand to the middle of his chest and pulled her toward him. “Touch me. Tell me how this makes you feel.”

She splayed her fingers against the firm contour of his pectoral muscle. His shoulders were broad, but his chest tapered dramatically to lean hips. Heat radiated through his casual shirt and her fingers tingled.

As if in a trance, she raised her other hand to his chest as well. Anticipation wrapped around her and curled through her. Reality melded with fantasy, accelerating her arousal. She stroked him from neck to waist over and over, while erotic images swirled through her mind. Caressed, surrounded, overwhelmed, she longed to revel in decadent pleasure.

She squeezed his shoulders and explored his upper arms, hungry for the warmth of his skin. Her hands found the hem of his shirt and slipped beneath. She groaned and tugged the offending material upward, caressing him with her lips.

His fingers pushed into her hair. “Is your reaction to me unusual?”

She’d forgotten this was a test, a sort of experiment. “I’ve never felt like this, not even with Torral.”

“I’m the dominant twin. My effect on you is bound to be stronger.”

Easing back without depriving herself of his flesh, she looked into his eyes. “What’s happening to me? Do you feel this too?”

Dark Dichtomy: Mistress

Determined to find her missing niece, Lark Emery follows the clues to Napa Valley. Aidan finds the stunning blonde poking her nose into matters that don’t concern her and decides to use her in his revenge plot against the Burton brothers. He manipulates her perception with erotic dreams and false memories then sets her in the path of Evan Burton.

Evan immediately senses deception in Lark. She’s desirable and willing, but something holds him back. He’s unsettled, yet aroused, so he looks into her mind and sees her locked in a passionate embrace with his enemy. Unsure if she is Aidan’s willing spy or another of his victims, Evan takes her to his secluded estate for an erotic interrogation.

Finally convinced of Lark’s innocence, Evan isn’t sure how to protect her without revealing the secrets of his race. His obsessive attraction to her is a complication he can’t afford with a Dark Dichotomy on the loose.

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Dark Dichotomy: Mistress
Aubrey Ross
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Copyright ©2008 Aubrey Ross
An Authorized Excerpt

The brisk wind buffeting Aidan Nicholson’s face did little to cool his temper. He looked around the parking lot and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. The apartment complex had no surveillance, but signs of life were everywhere. It wasn’t as if he were trying to lure Lark down a dark alley. A cluster of children tossed around a ball and the rumble of music came from inside one of the units.
“What’s the problem?” he grumbled, his gaze moving over her lovely face. She was a classic Scandinavian beauty with high cheekbones and the biggest, bluest eyes he’d ever seen. He wanted to watch those eyes cloud with desire and fear as he peeled back layer after layer of her defenses.

“I don’t mean to be rude” -- Lark tried to soothe him with a smile -- “but in this day and age a woman can’t be too careful.” She sat inside her car, as if the automobile could protect her.

“What exactly do you think I’m going to do to you?” Speaking to her through a half-open window was humiliating. He’d been polite and patient, tried to earn her trust and ease her mind.

“Please don’t take this personally. I can’t help Holly if I become a victim myself.”

The statement made him smile. She had no idea how close she’d stumbled to the truth. He wasn’t directly responsible for Holly’s disappearance, but he was very much involved. And he had every intention of making Lark his next victim.

“All right.” He glanced into the distance as he composed his expression. “We both want to search her apartment. What do you suggest?”

“You have a key.” She crossed her arms over her chest, obviously uncomfortable despite her precautions. “Why don’t you go first? Take as long as you like. Just leave the door unlocked when you leave.”

“Fine by me.” Arguing with her was a waste of time. He had far more effective ways of getting what he wanted.

He crossed the parking lot without a backward glance. Deep inside him Connell surged, clawing at the confines of sleep state, rebelling against his imprisonment. It had taken many years for Aidan to control his day-dwelling half. At first he’d influenced Connell, coaxing and manipulating him through thoughts and emotions. He no longer bothered with subtleties. He wore Connell like a costume, never allowing his consciousness to fully emerge.

Opening the door with his key, Aidan slipped into the tiny apartment. Holly only slept here when he hadn’t required her services and he seldom did without his obedient whore. Did Lark realize her precious niece had become a prostitute?

He peeked through the blinds, curious to see how long his stubborn prey would keep up this nonsense. This was Napa, not L.A.!

Lark hadn’t moved. She sat in her car, patiently waiting for him to finish his search. Sunlight gleamed in her long blonde hair as she reached for something on the passenger seat. A cell phone. She unfolded the device and Aidan tensed. He needed to move fast with this one. She was too damned cautious.

A quick sweep of the apartment revealed nothing of importance. He’d only wanted to make sure there was nothing here that could incriminate him. Lark would be so disappointed when the apartment turned out to be another dead end.

He started for the door when a glossy brochure caught his eye. Nicole Fierbrose was a brilliant young artist who was just starting to build a following. He’d taken Holly to a gallery featuring her creations the last time they’d been in San Francisco. Nicole knew the Burton brothers and he was interested in anyone who had a connection to his enemies. According to the brochure, Nicole was having her first solo exhibition the following Saturday night.

Inspiration swept through Aidan. His biggest challenge had been accessing the Burtons during their nocturnal cycle. They pooled their resources and he was no match for their combined strength. If he had a connection with someone inside their defenses, someone they trusted, perhaps even felt the need to protect… It might restore his best advantage, the element of surprise.

He pictured Lark’s lovely face and voluptuous figure. What hot blooded male wouldn’t be attracted to her? The exhibition was three days away. He could establish a link with her subconscious and shape her perception with dreams and false memories. He’d perfected the skills on Connell, but he had yet to test the full scope of his control on anyone else.

Having her totally at his mercy held undeniable appeal. Still, nothing was more important than repaying the Burtons for the injustices forced upon his family. If postponing his play sessions with Lark would bring him closer to his ultimate goal, he was willing to wait.

Coming Soon:

The future hangs in the balance as Setti hybrids invade the kingdom of Zylott. Never before have the Setti been this bold or this successful. Past resentments must be set aside and uneasy alliances forged when the sorcerers of Zylott turn to the Mystic Keepers for help.
Consuming desire and conflicting loyalties will test their inner strength. They must learn to see beyond their prejudice before they face their common enemy. If the Setti cannot be stopped in the kingdom of Zylott, their ultimate destination is Earth.

This collection contains the previously released novellas Zylott Wars: Revenge, Zylott Wars: Ransom, and Zylott Wars: Rescue. These titles continue the Mystic Keepers series.

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Mystic Keepers: Zylott Wars
Aubrey Ross
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Copyright ©2007 Aubrey Ross

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“Cold?” Her tone gently mocked him.

He shook his head, filled with wonder and tenderness. “I knew you were… I’ve dreamed of…” He laughed. “I feel like a bumbling schoolboy.”

Slipping her hands inside his pants, she eased them down along his hips. “You don’t look like a schoolboy.” She encircled his shaft with one hand and squeezed his ass with the other. “I’m so glad you’re not one of my students.”

He kicked his pants aside and pulled her against him. “Not half as glad as I am.”

His mouth settled over hers, ending the conversation. Her lips parted sweetly, her tongue greeting his with a sensual swirl. Warm and silken beneath his hands, her skin fascinated him. He stroked her back, her hips, her arms, wanting her to accept the feel of his hands on her body before he touched her intimately.

The gurgling pool beckoned. Perhaps a leisurely swim would give him some hope of controlling himself. But her body was so warm, her kiss so giving. He moved his hands to her face, forcing himself to slow down. Nibbling and nipping, he migrated from her lips to her jaw. She arched her neck, offering her throat and pressing her belly flush against his groin.

Heat flared deep in his abdomen. His cock bucked against her warmth. He cupped her breast, easing away so he could watch her nipple tighten beneath the firm stroke of his thumb.

He dipped his head and closed his lips around her nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close, urging him on. He suckled and licked, reveling in the feel of her pebble-hard tip.

She parted her thighs and straddled his leg. His mouth moved to her other breast. Clutching his shoulders, she rocked her hips, grinding her mound against his muscular thigh. Her moist heat seared his skin, tantalized and aroused him. He wanted to savor this moment, make it last as long as possible. But his rebellious body wasn’t cooperating with his mind.

He had to touch her, feel her pussy ripple, hear her cry out. With a ragged moan, he dragged his mouth away from her breast and spread her cloak on the cavern floor. He swept her into his arms, capturing her startled gasp with his mouth. Bending to one knee, he placed her on the cloak, pausing to appreciate the contrast of her blonde beauty and the rich, dark fur.

Her gaze never left his face as he stretched out beside her. Passion deepened her eyes from crystal blue to sapphire. Brushing her lips with soft kisses, he stroked her breasts and belly, addicted to the soft heat of her skin. He couldn’t stop touching her, didn’t want to stop.

Each breathless murmur, each restless arch assured him of her need. He pressed his hand over her mound, easing his fingers between her folds. Soft, hot, slick with passion’s cream. He slid his fingers deeper, teasing her opening.

It wasn’t enough. He had to see her, watch his body join with hers. He moved between her legs, pushing up on the backs of her knees. “Open for me, love. I want to look at you.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she relaxed her legs, allowing him to guide them up and back. The silvery curls covering her mound gleamed with moisture. Tye dragged air into his burning lungs. His cock jerked impatiently in response to her obvious eagerness. Leaning forward, he slowly traced her slit, only touching her with the head of his cock. Up and back, over and over until she whimpered. Hot, incredibly soft, her slick folds surrounded him, welcomed him, beckoned him deeper.

Determination surged through him. He would feel her come at least once before he surrendered to his own need. Holding her open with one hand, he pushed just his cock head into her opening. Stars, she was hot and tight. He circled her clit with his fingertips. Her inner muscles squeezed with each pass.

“Come for me, princess. I want to feel your pleasure.”

Canting her hips, she tried to take him deeper. Tye wouldn’t give in. He continued the teasing stimulation, his gaze intent upon her flushed face. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, her hands grasping the backs of her knees.

“Let go, sweetheart. Come for me.”

He covered her clit with his thumb and rubbed. She cried out and arched her back. Her sweet pussy pulsed, driving Tye to the brink. He kept up the rhythm with his thumb and thrust his full length into her.

She bit back a scream and turned her head to the side, her body shuddering. Tight, hot -- much too tight. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He whispered the question against her lips, careful to keep any hint of accusation from his tone.

“It wasn’t important.”

“Like hell it wasn’t. I wouldn’t have hurt you if I’d known.”

“It always hurts the first time.”

“Not with a sorcerer.”