Short and Hot

Asked to write a story for an erotic anthology about mermaids, I jumped at the chance. In May, 2007 you’ll be able to read my story, MARINE BIOLOGY, in the Merlicious II anthology published by Midnight Showcase.

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Here’s a taste:

Staal looked her over from her Carmen Miranda do with the towel wrapped around her head to the tiny red-tipped toes. His favorite part was wrapped in the Little Mermaid towel. How appropriate. The knot slipped as she grew more animated. He sent up a little prayer, which was answered almost immediately. The towel caught briefly on the tips of her breasts then drifted to the ground. The shock put an end to her tirade. Always a man of action, Staal reacted according to his nature, instinct pushing him to stake a claim on her. Swift and sure he snagged her around the waist and pulled her toward him, swooping down to kiss her before she could object.

Holy shit, the man was incredible. If he could have her this wet and ready from a simple kiss, what would he be like in the sack? Isabo allowed herself a few moments of indulgence as Staal explored her mouth, but when his hands cupped her ass and drew her close, she panicked and took a step back. She did not need to get distracted by hot sex and allow Joe’s goon to get the better of her. In what she hoped was an insulting gesture, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “So, did he recruit you from the set of a porn movie, or are you just naturally talented?”

Staal blinked trying to adjust to yet another reversal. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, like you don’t know what I mean.” Hastily she grabbed up her towel and secured it between her breasts. “Joe Calvo. Remember Joe? Did he really think I’d spill my guts for a little nookie?” Granted, in your case it’s tempting, Hunkalicious.

Staal shook his head. “You are mistaken. I don’t know this Joe guy. I’m only here for my niece. Surely you know you can’t keep her. If she were discovered it would be devastating.” Searching her face for a sign that she was weakening, he made his move when she glanced nervously over her shoulder. “Please, Isabo,” his aquamarine eyes mesmerized her, boring into her soul. “She’s just a little girl.” Moving closer, Staal slid his hand beneath the towel, sending it back to the floor. Resting a hand on her waist, his chest brushed against her breasts, branding the tips with the heat of their attraction.

The sound of her name rumbling from his chest caused Isabo’s heart rate to speed up. The feel of his hand on her bare skin had her blood turning to liquid fire. The touch of his chest to her breast sent a bolt of lightning to her womb. She was discriminating about her partners, but if Isabo had a vice it was sex, and Staal promised to be the chance of a lifetime. She’d never felt such attraction. Never thrown caution to the wind after such a brief acquaintance. Stepping back into the house she motioned him in with her head. “I suppose we could discuss it like civilized people.”

A wicked smile broke out across his all too masculine face. “Isabo, I’m not the least bit civilized.” Staal kicked the door shut behind him.

I HAD A GOOD TIME

Available now from Phaze, this heat sheet is my answer to the age old question, “To what lengths will a man go for ultimate sex?” I HAD A GOOD TIME is the story of Tres Roberts and a mysterious woman who wanders into a bar where his band is playing.

Behind Country Time the parking lot was almost empty. Tres hefted his guitar case and ambled toward his pickup. When he rounded the hood he couldn’t believe his eyes. Miss Gorgeous was leaning against the driver’s door, two long necks in her hands and a come-hither smile on her face. “Thought you could use a cold one after all that singing.” Her voice was as beautiful as the rest of her.

“I could at that,” he replied.

Easing the six-string into the truck bed, Tres took one of the brews and nodded his thanks before tipping it back for a long pull. The golden liquid slid down smooth and sweet. Her eyes followed the motion of his throat as he swallowed and the look on her face had him sweating. Damn she was hot. “I could use a ride home.” Her voice was husky and low.

“My pleasure.” Tres, too, sounded like he’d just swallowed gravel instead of beer. He opened the door and stepped back for her to slide in. “Why don’t we finish these before we leave? I don’t need a DUI.”

“Good idea.” Her yellow rose tattoo seemed to glow in the dome light. Unable to resist, Tres leaned over and pressed his lips to it as she passed by.

“I have another tattoo,” she commented.

“Yeah?” He could barely think his heart was pounding so hard.

Her voice lowered to a whisper. “A pair of lips.” Her lids drooped over whisky brown eyes.

Oh. My. God. Tres swallowed, hard.

“Maybe you’d like to kiss that one too?” she invited.

You bet your sweet ass. “I just might Gorgeous.”

“You got a name?” Her lips wrapped around the top of the bottle and Tres nearly came in his pants.

“Tres. Tres Roberts.”

“Nice name. I liked your music.”

“Thanks, but you didn’t get to hear much of it. I’m sorry that asshole Todd interrupted your dancing.” Bottle empty, Tres slid the back window open to toss it back into the bed. “Where do you live?”

Handing him her empty she placed a palm on his thigh. “I was sort of hoping you’d invite me to stay with you tonight.”

Was that a chorus of angels singing? “I’d be honored, ma’am.” He slid the key into the ignition and fired up his Chevy.