Exclusive

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EXCLUSIVE is an erotic anthology from Berkley heat with three of my favorite authors…and those wonderful ladies have agreed to give away three free copies of the book!! So, read all the way.. and answer the questions at the end to try and win…

Eden Bradley’s Sanctuary…
Innocent Devin Delaney never thought of herself as kinky, until a visit to the dungeons of The Ring. Here, a true submissive like Devin is considered quite a prize among dominants like Shayne. The only question is how far is Devin willing to go to please her man—and herself?

Jaci Burton’s Wild Nights…
Grace Wilde owns a swingers club—but rarely indulges in the fun. It takes a newcomer like Mike to sway her. Pure country. All animal. And up for a good time. But can two people who thrive on independence find a compromise between absolute sexual freedom and total commitment?

Lisa Renee Jones’s Purple Magic…
Ever since her friend vanished into the hedonistic world of Manhattan’s forbidden clubs, Joline Moore’s been searching for her. Now she’s plunged into a depraved darkness she never imagined—and into the arms of Drago, a mysterious stranger who may be her sensual salvation…

SANCTUARY Excerpt:

He was beautiful.
Even in the flashing club lights, she could see the honeyed shade of his skin. His hair was a short, spiky shock of brown tipped with blond, as though he’d recently been in the sun. His close-shaven goatee, a few shades darker than his hair, made him look purely devilish. It was too dim and he was too far away for her to see his eyes. They seemed dark, glittering. He looked back at the desperate, wild crowd and gave a crooked grin and a saucy wink, as though he were very much aware that he was performing. And then he pulled his shirt off over his head.
She only had a moment to take in broad, muscled shoulders and tight six-pack abs before he turned around and started to pick up some items scattered around the floor: a crop, the two paddles he and the other man had used, a variety of multitailed whips; Devin wasn’t sure what everything was called. All she knew was that this man made her entire body surge with need.
If only he would turn around again.
When he did, he looked right at her. Even among a crowd of hundreds, she knew it immediately. He looked at her and gave that small, cocky smile he’d given to the crowd of revelers before. But this time it was for her alone.
He moved forward, toward the front of the Ring, until he stood right in the middle of it. He stopped there and stared at her, locking his eyes on hers. Her stomach filled with butterflies. She couldn’t believe he was looking at her, but the line of his hot gaze was perfectly clear.
She licked her suddenly dry lips. Her nipples went hard beneath her tight, stretchy top. His eyes seemed to instantly travel there, to almost caress her skin before his gaze returned to her face. That self-assured smile again, quirking just one corner of his mouth. Unbelievably sexy. He had a pair of heavy, black tribal designs tattooed around each bicep, those armbands she loved so much on a man. Sexy enough that lust sang in her veins, thrummed through her limbs.
The tattoos, the wicked goatee, him standing in the middle of this place, shirtless, he was the ultimate bad boy. She’d never been so attracted to a man in her life. The hot flood of music and the colored lights only seemed to add to the sensual aura as he stared her down, daring her somehow.
He beckoned with his head, his grin quirking a little more. Yes, daring her to join him in the Ring.
She couldn’t do it, of course, no matter that every cell in her body screamed at her to go to him, to have this man touch her.
Impossible.
And then he walked right up to her, right up to the railing and put his hand out to her. She noticed then another tattoo on the inside of his left wrist, some sort of Chinese symbol done in heavy black lines.
She offered her hand to him before she had a chance to think about it. He took it in his, turned it, and laid a soft kiss in the center of her palm. A wave of lustful heat rushed through her body.
Wow.
He leaned in and yelled over the music, “I’m Shaye. Tell me your name.” God, he was talking to her. His deep voice boomed over the noise of the club.
“Devin.”
“Come play with me, Devin.”
She pulled back and saw that evil grin on his face. He had perfect white teeth. His eyes were a dark and smoky hazel up close, with long, thick lashes.
“No, I…I can’t.”
“Of course you can. Just say yes.”
He still held onto her hand. His was large and warm, the contact like an electrical current running up her arm and straight to her sex. But she couldn’t bring herself to do what these people did in the Ring.
Could she?
She felt dizzy suddenly with the possibility. This wasn’t her. She was no innocent virgin, but this was too much, too intense, too wild. She’d come to watch, not to participate. And she wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for Kimmie dragging her along tonight. She glanced around. Where was Kimmie?
But he was leaning in again, until his mouth was warm against her ear. “Come and play with me, little Devin. You know you want to. I can feel it from here.”
His voice was a low purr. Sexy as hell, like everything else about him. And he was close enough that she could smell him; a little bit of clean male sweat mixed with some earthy fragrance. Sandalwood? She allowed herself to take one long inhale, savoring the scent of him. It made her shivery and hot inside. It made her confused.
“I can’t. Really. I’m uh…I’m here with my friend. I have to go find her.”
“Come back. Later tonight. Any night.”
She started to shake her head. He tucked a card into her free hand.
“This is my cell. Call me if you’d ever like to play. Here. Or wherever. I want to see you.”
She looked up at him and the grin was gone. His gaze was hot, burning right into her. He lifted her hand and kissed it again, sending that shiver of heat through her system once more.
The woman with the bright red hair came and tapped him on the shoulder, said something into his ear. He waved her off.
“I have to get back to work. Call me, Devin. Come and see me here. Promise me you will.”
“I don’t know…”
“Promise, Devin.”
He hadn’t let go of her hand. He gave it a small squeeze. Her pulse raced, hot and fast as lightning. He scared the hell out of her. She wanted him so much it hurt.
“I’ll…maybe…”
“You will.” His devastating grin spread across his face. He took a step back, dropped her hand, took another step before turning around and walking to the back of the Ring.
She was left breathless, shaken. Who the hell was this guy?
She looked down at the card he’d given her. Shaye Vincent. No title, just the name and a phone number in silver on a sleek black card.
When she looked up again he was already binding another young woman to the big wooden cross. She wanted to watch, yet somehow she couldn’t bear it at the same time.
It’s because you want to be the one bound and helpless.

WILD NIGHTS excerpt
(c) 2007 by Jaci Burton

“We’re both alike, Grace. Looking for something or someone who can’t be found.”

“So what do we do about that?”

God she was beautiful. Her hair shined like blue-black magic in the lights from the strip. The silk of her skirt and top clung to her body like shrink wrap, molding to her breasts and hips. He wanted a taste, a touch, to sink inside her and see if she held the magic key to what was missing in his life. He hadn’t felt this comfortable with a woman in too long.

Or maybe he just wanted to avoid what was going on downstairs. Maybe it didn’t have the allure he thought it would. In that, he’d been honest with her.

What he really wanted to explore was sitting right next to him. Grace had fired his engines in a big way. Her intellect, her free spirit, her honesty and her beauty—all of them intrigued him more than any woman had in a long time.

“One night. Give me one night with you. No promises other than enjoying each other.”

“We both know we’re not going to find what we’re looking for,” she said, her gaze betraying nothing of her emotions at the moment.

“I know, but I like being with you. Isn’t that enough?”

“Is it?”

“I’ve been honest with you, Grace. That’s really all I can offer.”

He watched her face as she absorbed his words, wondering if she’d toss him out and deny him, and herself, a chance for a night together. She knew him. Okay, that was wrong. She didn’t know him, but he figured she knew hundreds of guys just like him. Men who’d had lots of women. She probably thought he was looking at her as just another conquest.

When he first came here tonight that’s exactly what she’d been. Another challenge. But she’d rocked him back on his heels and gut punched everything he thought he wanted. She saw right through his bullshit. He needed a woman like that.

She stood. “Let’s just take this slow, see how things go.”

He nodded, instinctively understanding that was important to her. “However you want to set the ground rules.”

“I don’t really like rules, per se…and I haven’t said yes to anything yet.”

Her voice had gone smoky and the atmosphere in the room changed in an instant. From polite conversation to something more elemental—something definitely darker, with more promise.

“I think I want you to sit over there—in that chair.” She motioned with her head to the black leather chair directly across from her.

Mike moved, sat down and placed his arms on the chair, keeping his gaze riveted on Grace. She moved to the other side of the room and flipped a switch, filling the room with soft, sexy jazz music, then headed back toward him, all long limbs and polished refinement. Even in the way she walked, she hitched his pulse up a notch. Nothing hurried, nothing hesitant in her movements. She stopped a foot in front of him and parted her legs.

“Don’t move. Don’t get up and don’t touch me unless I ask you to.”

“However you want it.” His cock twitched in anticipation of what was to come. His heart began to pump a fast beat and the room grew warmer. He didn’t know what kind of game she was gearing up to play, but he was definitely all in.

“People rush into sex, as if fucking is the grand prize,” she started. “No one takes the time for mystery, for teasing or seduction. All the joy leading up to sex has gone by the wayside, and it’s such a shame, because the buildup can be as intense as the act itself.”

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and smoothed her hands up her arms, then across her neck and collarbone. Light, fingertip touches, avoiding her breasts. Slow and easy, like an exploration. Mike took a breath, waiting for her to fondle herself, to caress the hard points of her nipples peeking through the thin silk of her blouse. He knew she wanted to touch them. He wanted to touch them, could almost feel the tight buds between his fingers. Instead, she skimmed her hands down over her waist.

“The fine art of taking one’s time in pleasing a lover has been lost in the haste for ultimate satisfaction. We forget to simply touch, breathe, watch.”

Mike was definitely watching. Riveted, wondering what she was going to do next. A slow dance of seduction so unlike what he was used to with sex. Grace was right. It was usually a rush of mouths and hands and bodies tangling together—a race to penetration and orgasm. There was no time taken to explore. No agonizing temptation. Nothing like what he was forced to endure as she skimmed her hand across her ribcage, then dipped it inside her skirt.

Purple Magic Excerpt
By Lisa Renee Jones

Jolene stared at Drago. She’d been willing to do what was necessary to save Carrie, but she’d hoped it wouldn’t have to come to what it had. “The chains aren’t necessary,” she whispered, jerking against the restraints because she couldn’t help herself.
His brow lifted, arms crossing in front of his broad chest and she could feel him pressing into her mind, trying to enter. She rejected his attempt, blocking him with all her energy. Only one other had ever entered her mind, and that had been her father. He’d spoken to her in her mind, and taught her how to shield herself from intruders. She used those skills now. Somehow, giving that part of herself away felt the ultimate invasion and chained to a wall, she simply couldn’t bare it.
Drago’s teeth ground together. “Trust me, little one. You must submit. Give yourself to it. Don’t fight what you can’t change.”
He didn’t give her time to answer. With a wave of his hand, he motioned the men in loincloths forward. Suddenly, her clothes were being cut from her body, knives ripping away the silk and cloth with perfect precision. She could feel the hot breath of one of the men on her neck and shoulder. Feel their lusty stares as they pulled her shirt away and left her bare breasted.
Jolene squeezed her eyes shut, mortified. This couldn’t be happening. It had to be a bad dream. A nightmare. She braced herself for their hands only a moment before she felt their exploration. Rough hands kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. Finger slid between her thighs and across her clit.
Worse, she felt arousal take hold. It made her ashamed. Embarrassed. Part of her wished for the drugs they’d mentioned. Anything to allow her an escape from – not just these men – but herself. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t find her voice. It was frozen somewhere inside the trauma of what was happening.
Somewhere in the midst of the rage in her mind, Jolene heard Drago’s voice. Abruptly, the men moved away, but she didn’t dare open her eyes. Not immediately. She didn’t want to see these strangers looking at her. So she waited…expecting their return.
After several seconds, when they didn’t come, she forced her lashes upward and found the hot stare of Drago. She swallowed against the heat in his gaze, her eyes darting from one side of the room to the other, looking for the men. They stood at the door, their loincloths gone, bodies naked. Only remotely did she take in their shaved heads and broad shoulders. What she did notice were their cocks. Exposed and hard. And their eyes filled with lust. Telling her what they wanted. Her. They wanted her. She shivered beneath their scrutiny.
“You said you would do whatever it took to find Carrie,” Drago said, drawing her attention, his voice low.
She studied his face, looking for his intentions beneath an indiscernible mask. He still wore his clothes. Black slacks and a black, well-tailored button up shirt, yet, still, he oozed pure sensuality. But it was more than that. He had an air of darkness. Jolene wasn’t sure what to expect from him. Nor could she figure out why, chained to a wall, stripped of her blouse and skirt, she wanted to trust him.
Her throat felt so dry she barely managed to speak. “I…I know what I said.”
“You must pay for entry into the club. To give satisfaction and pleasure.” He paused, his lids lowering as he started at her feet and moved upward, giving her a thorough perusal. When his eyes once again met hers, he said, “If I send them away, you must agree to do anything and everything I say. When and if you leave this club, it will be because I allow it.”
As his words lingered in the air, he walked towards her and there was more than fear inside her as he approached. More than anticipation. She felt…hot. Aroused. Like she had back in his apartment. It was as if her body responded without her consent. In fact, the fear of injury slipped away, replaced by the frightening feeling of losing herself to this man. To the here and now. Dark hair down around his shoulders in wild array. She tracked his process, feeling the warmth of anticipation in her body despite the fear that laced her mind. She swallowed. His state of dress made her own undressed state all the more…exposing.
Only a few steps separated them when he stopped. “Do they stay or go, Jolene?” he asked.
She swallowed against the nerves that made her heart leap to her throat. It felt as if Drago stalked her, though he now stood in one place. Like she was the prey and he the beast. Yes. That was it. There was an animal-like quality to Drago. Something not wholly human, but oh, so dangerous. And male. God, he was so masculine. So…sexual. A man like this would take a woman and leave her with nothing but desire. He’d take all she was and all she might ever be. And in that moment, she knew once Drago claimed her body, she would never, ever, be the same. Just as Carrie hadn’t been the same after that first date with Alex.
“I grow impatient. Make your choice. Me,” he paused. “Or them?” He raised his hands to his sides, indicating the men behind and at either side of him.
Her stomach did a somersault. “Y…you,” she managed hoarsely.
“Louder,” he demanded. “I can’t hear you.”
She jumped at the sharpness of his tone and responded instinctively, this time louder. “You.”
Drago seemed to consider her a moment, as if he questioned her commitment to her choice. Then he snapped his fingers. “Leave us,” he demanded.
Jolene stared at him, unable to take her eyes from his. Mesmerized. Terrified. Excited. The doors opened and shut. A shifting of metal told of, once again, locks being bolted in place. Complete, utter silence followed.
Then, and only then, did Drago move again. A step. Another. He stopped in front of her. So close he could reach out and touch her. So close she could smell the spicy maleness of him. The same scent that had scorched her with arousal that first meeting.
“It’s just you and me now,” he said in a low, sensual voice that promised intimacy beyond the simple words he spoke.
He pressed his fists against the wall, leaning forward, a mere whisper between their bodies, his mouth lowering near her ear. The warmth of his breath caressed her skin, and goosebumps spread across her body, her nipples tightening. With every ounce of her being, she wanted to arch her back and press them against his chest. He whispered in her ear, so low she barely heard what he said. “We’re alone. Just us and a room of cameras.”
The implications of what he’d shared darted through her mind. People were watching them. Alex was watching. That Drago shared this information in a secretive way confused her. Was he trying to warn her or simply playing with her mind? She didn’t know. Nor did she have time to give it much thought.
He leaned back enough to fix her with a hot stare. Then, slowly, his gaze dropped to her breasts. For long moments, he stared at her, making her skin tingle with the need for his touch. Finally, his eyes lifted. “You know what I’m going to do to you, don’t you?”

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