On her way to a much-needed vacation on Earth, Emilee’s ship crashes on a desert planet. After a few days she begins to fear the worst, until she finds an oasis and the sexiest human male she’s ever seen. The irresistible redhead is ready for action, but is he real or a mirage?

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Heat Stroke: Mirage
Kate Hill
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Without saying a word, he cupped the back of her head and his mouth descended upon hers.

Emilee didn’t even think about protesting. This was her fantasy -- her mirage -- and she meant to enjoy it.

She placed her hands on his waist, relishing his warmth and solidity. His mouth moved sensually against hers and as the kiss became more real, he used the moist tip of his tongue to trace the shape of her lips.

Moaning softly with desire, she closed her eyes and parted her lips to his gently probing tongue. Her tongue met it and they teased each other with hot, wet strokes. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her so close her breasts pressed against his hard, hair-dusted chest. Even standing in the water her temperature rose. This man felt wonderful, tasted delicious and smelled so good she longed to bury her face in his fiery hair or press her nose against his skin and let his scent fill her with every breath.

She slid her hands from his waist to his ass. Her fingers bit into the rock-hard spheres. What a gorgeous ass! She hadn’t felt anything this good in… come to think of it, she’d never felt an ass this good. And she’d never been this attracted to a male of any species. Reluctantly, her hands left that perfect ass to roam up his back. The muscles rippled beneath his flesh. He had such a tight, strong body. Being this close to him made her clit throb and her breasts ache with desire.

By the hard bulge in the front of his shorts, she aroused him just as much, but why not? It was, after all, her fantasy.

He broke the kiss and their gazes met. Looking into his eyes provided the same giddy, carefree sensation as being drunk on fine wine. He touched her face and the rough yet desirable feel of his callused palm against her flesh momentarily brought her back to reality. She’d been so certain he was a figment of her imagination but now she knew he was real. The caress of his breath against her, the gentle scratch of his beard when he’d kissed her and the expression of wonder and longing in his intoxicating eyes confirmed that he was no illusion, but a man as real and passionate as she was. By all the stars in the sky, she wanted him to fuck her.
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Lindsay eagerly accepted the invitation to the “Surrender Party” hosted by the sexy leopard males that she’d had her eye on since she’d arrived in Madden. She thought the party was thrown by the British brothers to celebrate the historical surrender of England in the American Revolutionary War. She didn’t realize that for her, the brothers meant another type of surrender entirely…

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Heat Stroke: Surrender Party
Isabella Jordan
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“God save the Queen…”

“Why are they singing that?” she asked Katrina. “It’s not July 4th for three more days and I thought I read somewhere that America won that battle.”

“Indeed you did.” Only it wasn’t Katrina who spoke. The speaker had a deep male voice with a crisp British accent. “This is a surrender party, Lindsay. It’s our own way of marking the occasion.”

Sensual shivers ran down her spine when she turned to face Nathaniel Foster, the younger of the two brothers who had apparently found Madden only a few months before she’d been brought there. She’d heard from Joey that they’d had Russian ancestors somewhere down the line. Somehow they’d ended up in England. It was promising to think that there might be more of their kind wandering the Earth, just like the Foster brothers, looking for companionship.

“It’s a great party,” was all she could think of to say. She loved his deep green eyes, the way a lock of his dark hair dipped onto his forehead. Both brothers were incredibly handsome, tall, dark-haired, and gorgeous. She’d been attracted to Nathaniel first but now it would be impossible to decide between him and his brother, Edward.

“It’s not over yet,” Nathaniel told her. “Want to go with me to get a drink?”

Did he expect her to say no?

Taking her hand, he helped her up from the grassy bank and didn’t let her go. He led her up onto the patio of their lakefront home and through the double doors. She was a little surprised when he led her past the wet bar they had set up in the living room.

“Where are we going?”

Nathaniel’s only answer was a sly grin he threw back over his shoulder at her, and it had sparks of excitement running through her.

Lindsay wasn’t surprised when they entered a large bedroom. It was tidy and done up in rich, brown colors. Nathaniel released her hand only to adjust the temperature controls on the other side of the bed.

“A little warm tonight and that won’t do for what we have in mind, will it?” he asked.

“We?” Lindsay teased him. “I didn’t agree to anything.”

Wet as her panties were getting, she wouldn’t protest either.

“We meaning Nathaniel and myself.” Edward’s voice, heavy with the same elegant accent his brother had, was a low sound behind her.


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Out of the ashes…



Humiliated and stripped of his status as the Governor’s favorite warrior, Kyros has nothing left to live for. Too weary to fight another day, Kyros is ready to admit defeat -- until a handsome young man pays him a visit.



The mysterious Phoenix is the embodiment of Kyros’ hopes and dreams, a young man any warrior would be proud to own. Together they share a passion hot enough to reforge a warrior’s soul.





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Heat Stroke: A Warrior’s Blade
Kira Stone
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Kyros felt compelled to ask, “Who are you? Why are you doing this?”

“Because it needs to be done.”

It was an answer, and yet it answered nothing. “But why must you do it?”

“Because you will not.”

Again, a response that didn’t mean a thing. Kyros loved puzzles, but this one grated on his already frayed nerves. “Why should that matter to you?”

The young man stilled and pierced Kyros with a fiery gaze. “Why does the sun come up? Why do the stars not fall from the sky like rain? For some things, there are no real answers. As with this, it simply is what it is.”

Kyros rolled onto his back as his visitor gave his blade a final polish with an oilskin cloth. He carefully returned it to the scabbard and propped it against the wall, well within Kyros’ reach. An echo of his father’s training came to mind. Never allow your blade to be out of your reach. It is your most loyal friend.

“What are you called?” Kyros asked, suddenly wanting to know more about this young man.

“You may know me as Phoenix.”

The Phoenix… A legendary bird, forged out of fire. A solitary creature possessing great strength and healing powers. The name suited him… and yet it told only a very small part of his life’s story, Kyros was sure. The story of a man who had been consumed by flames and risen from the ashes, while leaving out the source of what had burned him so badly. The story of a survivor. Like himself.

“And what will you do now that your work here is done?”

Phoenix studied him for a few seconds, and Kyros became acutely aware of how naked and vulnerable he was. His battle-hardened body had a network of scars stretching from his neck to his knees. His hair was matted by the detritus of war-making. He probably smelled like a battlefield too. And yet the young man’s gaze lingered on him in a tangible caress, as if he approved of every inch of him.

“Who said I was done with you?” His fingers picked up where his eyes left off, on the cuts and bruises that marred the broad expanse of his chest. Kyros sucked in a ragged breath as those fingers softly traced the circumference of his nipple. “Time to see to your care, warrior.”
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For the crime of belonging to the wrong family, Disa is banished to a desert planet for twenty years. When a man comes to her as a mirage, she thinks she's lost her mind. Paullus's species disappears without social contact. The sexy shape-shifter has only one chance to seduce the woman he's been watching. If he succeeds, they can spend her sentence exploring sensuality together.


Warning: Contains Shifter sex scenes some readers may find disturbing.



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Heat Stroke: Banished
Alice Gaines
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The mirage had returned, shimmering in the heat. If Disa looked at it straight on, it would morph with the normal air disturbances above sun-baked sands. Her only companion on this hell of a planet, the shifting form always appeared at the edge of her vision, and even then only when she didn’t seek it.

“That’s it, then,” she said to herself. “I’m losing my mind.”

There. It moved again.

“Go away,” she called. “Stop taunting me. You’re not real.”

It approached. It had never done that before, but then, she’d never spoken to it, either. The image took on form. A person. And male. Wavy lines radiated around its torso and limbs.

She ought to run. She couldn’t know what this creature meant to do. Maybe people didn’t die of the crushing isolation here. Maybe this thing, whatever it was -- or whatever he was -- killed exiles. Something fluttered in the pit of her stomach, but not fear.

Desire -- warm and intoxicating. It moved outward to where her nipples hardened under the light cloth of her tunic and down to the space between her legs.

You’ve been alone too long, whispered through her mind in a deep voice. So have I.

She whimpered, but she stood, stuck to the spot, as he got nearer and nearer. Finally, close up, he came more clearly into view. Still no more than an outline in her mind, he revealed a face of sorts. Ample lips, high cheekbones, a slight kink to his nose, as if it had been broken.

His eyes flickered in a blue deeper than the cloudless sky. She stared into them, and warmth blossomed in her belly. No heat of the sun, this, although that seemed to beat down on her shoulders more fiercely than usual. As though he channeled the light through him as a prism does.

“What are you?” she whispered.

Let me touch you, came the answer.