Comet Coalition – Series Finale (HOT! Excerpt)

Book Four of the Comet Coalition series is now available!

Copyright ©2008 Aubrey Ross
An Authorized Excerpt

"Nicay is either cheating on me again or something is horribly wrong." Aysha held out her hand, a large emerald ring balanced on her palm. "Either way, I need to know."

Miranda hesitated for a moment. Aysha had come to her eight months before complaining of anxiety attacks and continual mistrust after finding her husband in bed with another woman. Miranda had counseled the couple through the crisis, yet Aysha remained suspicious and insecure.

"What specifically led you to believe Nicay is seeing someone else?" Playing into Aysha's paranoia was counterproductive to her recovery, so Miranda kept her hands in her lap and ignored the proffered ring.

"You don't believe me." Aysha pressed her lips into a grim line, ruining the pouty fullness she purchased at the finest beautification salons Halley Prime had to offer. "You've been on his side ever since you met him. I wouldn't be surprised if you're the one he…" She heaved a sigh, straightened her shoulders, then continued in a calmer tone. "I didn't mean that. I trust you, Doctor Kayten, but you don't know Nicay like I do."

"I'm not on anyone's side, Aysha. I simply asked for more information."

Closing her immaculately manicured fingers around the ring, Aysha settled back in her chair and crossed her legs. Pink undertones had been infused in her sleek blonde hair, making her skin appear pale and perfect. Adorned in a tailored dress of powder blue, her figure was slim, yet curvaceous, reflecting the focus she put on her outward appearance.

"I've given him the benefit of the doubt. I've stopped checking up on him, and I don't activate a tracker every time I see or hear of him being around another woman. I really am getting better."

"Is that his wedding ring?" Aysha nodded, so Miranda asked, "Does he know you have it?"

"He left it on the kitchen counter. Not near the sink as if he'd washed his hands, but in plain sight to make sure I'd spot it." Her well-shaped brows arched as she waited for Miranda to react to the information. "There's only one reason a man does that. He's found someone else and he's going to leave me. This is his way of preparing me for…"

There were numerous explanations for the development, but that Aysha had made up her mind was obvious. "Let's focus on facts, all right? Has there been any other indication that Nicay has resumed his affair?"

"He wasn't in bed when I woke up this morning. It's possible he came in while I was sleeping and left again before I woke up, but that seems unlikely."

Miranda accepted the details with a nod and bolstered her professional detachment. Her empathic abilities only allowed her to sense emotion. Interpreting what those emotions signified was far more complicated. Nicay had seemed genuinely repentant and determined to rebuild the trust shattered by his affair. His current state of mind, however, could be far different than the last time he'd accompanied his wife to one of these sessions.

"How did he justify his late arrival last night?"

"He had a meeting, as usual. It was logged on the corporate calendar as well as his workstation, but he's used that ploy before."

If Aysha had stopped checking up on her wayward husband, how had she verified his alibi? Not wanting to add fuel to the fire, Miranda let the comment slide. "When did you notice his wedding ring?"

"This morning." Aysha fiddled with the jewel encrusted circle, her light blue eyes filled with anger and pain.

"Did you try and contact him this morning?"

"Of course." Impatience crept into her tone. "None of his associates have seen him since he left last night. My first instinct was to notify security, but they don't take me seriously anymore."

Little wonder. Aysha had reported her husband missing at least four times in the last year and had filed a proximity limitation only to be arrested for violating the order, which had been issued for her protection. Her behavior was erratic to say the least.

Scooting to the edge of her seat, Miranda crossed her legs at the ankle. "Does he have a nanocom or does he still utilize an external communication device?"

"His nanocom was deactivated some time yesterday. The diagnostic routine indicates it's not malfunctioning. He must have powered it down."

Miranda glanced at the ring as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Aysha could be very convincing when she turned on the vulnerability. Still, most of what she'd offered today was objective information.

"Put the ring on my desk. My schedule is packed, so I won't be able to scan it until late this afternoon." It was a test of sorts. If Aysha honestly wanted information, she'd be willing to wait. If this was another one of her bids for attention, she'd have an excuse for why the scan had to be performed immediately.

Much to Miranda's surprise, Aysha stood and walked to the workstation tucked in the back corner of the office. "If you're able to pick up anything, will you please contact me right away?" She placed the ring in the center of the desk and turned around.

"Of course." This was unlike her tempestuous client.

Aysha paused at the office door and looked into Miranda's eyes. "I find myself hoping he's in trouble rather than with someone else. Does that make me a bad person?"

Before Miranda could assure her the reaction was common, Aysha left the room.

Curious now, Miranda stood and placed her datapad on the seat of her chair. She spent far more time in this spacious office than in her tiny apartment two tram stops down the commuter line.

She approached her desk and focused on the emerald ring. Many inanimate objects absorbed energy. The longer an object remained in contact with a living being, the more of the person's energy it absorbed. Strong bursts of emotion often imprinted so deeply Miranda was able to visualize the events.

In the past Miranda had successfully used the technique to locate people. Rather like certain canines tracked scent, Miranda followed energy signatures. The only problem was she wasn't sure Nicay wanted, or would welcome, her involvement.

Well, Aysha was her client, not Nicay. If Nicay had strayed again, despite his earnest promises to his wife, Aysha had the right to know.

Cupping her hand over the ring, Miranda felt a faint resonance pulse against her palm. Complex and convoluted, this was definitely human energy. Images flickered within her mind like the dancing flames of a distant fire. She saw the golden glow of blonde hair and the unmistakable rocking of male hips. A long, erect cock slid between deeply flushed lips. Even half formed, there was no mistaking this image. But had Nicay been indulging his passion or had he been watching someone else?

The scene focused. A man stood at an angle to the door in a richly appointed office. Beyond him, through a transparent wall, the unmistakable skyline of New Shardrake shone against a hazy night sky. He held the back of Aysha's pink-tinted hair with one hand as he vigorously fucked her mouth. Her blouse hung open from her shoulders, her bra cups lowered to expose her breasts. His free hand moved from one generous mound to the other, rolling and pinching her nipples.

Miranda started to end the scan. The woman was clearly Aysha, so there was no reason to relive the event. Then a masculine hand clutched the doorframe across the office from the amorous couple. Pressure turned his knuckles white and sorrow welled within the watcher. Furious denials clogged the back of his throat. The emerald ring sparkled on his third finger, and Miranda shuddered.

Why would Aysha ask her to scan the ring when she was the one who had been unfaithful? Unless she didn't realize Nicay had seen her.

"Swallow me, bitch. I want to feel you gag on my rod!"

The harsh command shocked Miranda. Had Aysha been forced? Was this a cry for help? Uncomfortable with the explicit image, Miranda forced herself to maintain the scan. She couldn't break contact until she understood the dynamics of what she was seeing. Why hadn't Nicay intervened? That was his wife on her knees, being used by another man!

Aysha tilted her head back and swallowed. She gagged then swallowed again. Miranda couldn't really see the man. His dark hair curled over the collar of his linen shirt, and gray dress pants sagged around his lean hips. He grasped Aysha's face between his hands and drew nearly out of her mouth. To Miranda's astonishment, Aysha clutched his hips and sucked him back into her mouth.

"Greedy little slut, aren't you?" His head dropped back on his shoulders as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock before resuming her firm suction. "Are you ready to give me what I really want?"

Relaxing her lips, Aysha allowed his shaft to slip from her mouth as she leaned back on her heels. "Why can't we just fuck?" She continued to work him with her hand as she looked up into his eyes. "You can't tell me you don't enjoy being inside me. I know you do."

"I told you not to come back until you were ready to surrender everything. So why are you here?"

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Passionate Plume Finalist!

   

I found out yesterday that Sensual Captivity 1: Seducer, was chosen as a finalist in the Passionate Plume contest. Passionate Ink is the only chapter of Romance Writers of America that deals exclusively with erotic romance. The winners will be announced in July at the RWA conference in San Francisco. Wish me luck!

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EXCERPT Dark Dichotomy 1: Misbehaving (Adult!)

Book One of the Dark Dichotomy series is now available!

Copyright ©2008 Aubrey Ross
An Authorized Excerpt


"Please."

He required no other encouragement. Pausing long enough to turn off the jets, he scooped her out of the water and carried her into the bedroom. She felt warm and slippery against his chest. Her arms looped his neck and she nestled her face against his throat.

Protectiveness wrestled with his passion. This was just the beginning for her. There was so much more she needed to learn, so much she must accept.

He placed her in the center of the bed and stretched out at her side. She stared up at him silently, trust and anticipation alight in her clear green eyes.

"This isn’t fair. You’re still dressed." She tugged at the waistband of his jeans.

"Soon." He silenced her objection with his mouth.

She hesitated for only a moment then her tongue slid against his, welcoming and playing as he deepened the kiss. Her fingers raked his hair, while his began to explore. Every inch of her was warm and supple. He slid from her shoulders to her ribs, intentionally avoiding her breasts.

"Touch me," she urged against his parted lips.

"I have a better idea." He shifted himself over her, supporting his weight on his arms as she made room for him between her thighs. Then he balanced on his knees so he could enjoy the silken fullness of her breasts.

He lowered his mouth to one puckered nipple and gently rolled the other with his fingers. She splayed her fingers against the back of his head and urged him on. The harder he sucked the louder she moaned. Each needful sound sent lust stabbing into his groin. If he didn’t claim her soon, he’d go mad.

His hand preceded his lips, descending along her torso to circle her navel. Her belly trembled and her legs tensed. Her musk enticed him, stirring dark, dominant impulses. She was his and he was hers. The sooner she accepted the fact the sooner their lives could begin.

He nipped her hipbone and she gasped. Bending her knees, he pushed her legs up and back, opening her fully to his ravenous stare. "Raise your arms above your head and keep them there."

"Why?" she whispered.

"I don’t want to lose control." It wasn’t exactly a lie. He was fighting desperately for control, but he wanted her willing submission far more.

Slowly, she lifted her arms and clasped her wrists above her head. Her gaze never wavered from his.

With his hands resting on her inner thighs, he bent and licked her slit from back to front. She whimpered and her eyes squeezed shut.

"No. Look at me. Watch me. Know me."

He kept his face angled so he could see her eyes as his tongue stroked her again and again. With slow swipes and bold thrusts he explored her tender folds. Her flesh softened and heated beneath his lips, so he ventured deeper.

Circling her clit with the firm tip of his tongue, he brought the bud to attention. She wiggled and arched into his kiss. "Please," she panted, "no more teasing."

He watched her eyes as he pushed two fingers into her snug passage. "Teasing is when you don’t eventually get what you want. I have no intention of depriving either of us."

"I need you inside me."

He pulled his hand back then thrust in fast. "I am inside you."

"More. I need your cock."

"Soon."

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Price of Passion EXCERPT (Hot!!)

The final chapter in the Price of series is now available!

Price of Passion
 © Aubrey Ross, October 2007
 All Rights Reserved

"She was swimming naked in the forest pool," Reverend Fatass added. "Some satanic ritual to be sure."

"Now that's just ridiculous." Not the swimming naked part, just making skinny-dipping a satanic ritual.

"You deny baring your body to the moonlight?" the magistrate asked.

"It's called a bath. You should try it sometime. The question is, why was a man of God lurking in the forest… or was he following me?"

"You've bewitched him," someone offered.

"We are all bewitched."

You are all ignorant imbeciles, who beat their wives and fuck their servants. She could put up with many things, but hypocrisy pissed her off. "I agree that my ways are not your ways. I noticed an abandoned cottage near the lake where I took my swim. How about if I stay there until the next supply ship comes? I promise not to 'bewitch' anyone else."

The magistrate clutched his chest and staggered back a step. "Then you admit to bewitching Reverend Pendergrass?"

Damn, she had walked right in to that. "I do not."

"She comes to me in dreams and torments me with… unspeakable acts of depravity. I have not slept through the night since she arrived in our village," Reverend Fatass said. "Her evil spirits must be cast out or this community is damned."

It was all she could do not to roll her eyes, but the pit of her stomach went cold and trepidation gripped her heart. As ridiculous as this all seemed to her, they fully intended to punish her for her "oddities."

"Are you willing to submit yourself to Reverend Pendergrass? He will --"

"It's either fuck that depraved old man or be drowned in the river?" She'd had enough of this farce. Shoving back her chair so forcefully it toppled over, she glared at her accusers. "Is that where this is leading?"

She ignored the startled gasps at her profanity. For three and a half hours she'd subjected herself to their questions and their leering gazes. She'd been calm and honest, carefully weighing every word.

"The fact that your mind immediately leapt to that conclusion is only further proof of your depravity." Fatass turned to Ferret-face and shook his head. "She is too far gone. I can't save her."

Treena snorted. "I thought God alone could bestow salvation."

"Drown the witch." Someone near the back of the room whispered the phrase and it rippled across the rows like a putrid wave. Their lust for violence was palpable and disgusting. Treena's heart slammed against the wall of her chest, launching her into action.

She shoved Fatass aside and dodged Ferret-face's hands, running as fast as her legs would carry her. She would grab her things and disappear in the forest or hide in the mountains beyond the --

Halfway down the narrow aisle someone caught her around the waist, trapping her arms against her sides. She screamed and kicked back at her captor, twisting wildly. He laughed and shoved her toward the door.

"Drown the witch! Drown the witch!"

This couldn't be real. Her captor was tall and strong, the blacksmith perhaps or a woodcutter. He propelled her out of the church, a mob following in their wake. Cold air stung her nose and snow crunched beneath her bare feet. She screamed again and someone slapped her hard enough to snap her head against her captor's shoulder. Lights burst in front of her eyes and bile rose into the back of her throat.

"Please don't do this," Jack's mother cried, hanging off the arm of Treena's captor. He flung her aside and trudged onward.

Treena dug her feet into the frosty grass and scratched at her captor's forearm. He ignored her fingernails and rushed her closer and closer to the half-frozen river, which meandered through their charming village.

"This is crazy!" she cried. "I've done nothing wrong."

"Silence, witch." Someone thrust a handkerchief into her mouth. She tossed her head and pushed with her tongue, trying to dislodge the wad. They reached the river and Fatass leaned in close, whispering into her ear, "It's too late to save your corrupted body. Concentrate instead on your immortal soul."

The smug pleasure in the reverend's tone reinforced her terror with fury. She renewed her struggle, kicking up her legs and throwing her weight forward. Her captor stumbled and others joined in. Hurtful hands and pinching fingers added indignation to the mix.

They forced her to her knees on the sloping riverbank and she managed to dispel the makeshift gag. "You can't -- do this!"

The reverend knelt beside her and grabbed the back of her hair. "Admit your evil deeds and beg for mercy. I might yet spare your life."

She looked into his lust-filled eyes and her blood ran cold. Fucking her was no longer enough. He would degrade her and abuse her in ways she didn't want to consider.

"Go to hell," she snapped. "I'll meet you there!"

With the help of the other men, he bent her forward. She twisted and thrashed, sucking in a frantic breath before she hit the water. Icy liquid slapped her face and filled her nose. She jerked against their hold and fire branched across the back of her head, a shocking contrast to the frigid deluge.

Panic clawed through thought and speculation. There was no glorious light, no cosmic review of her life, just the dismal realization that she was about to die.

She was dragged from the rushing current. Gasping and sputtering, she frantically blinked the water out of her eyes.

"Are you sure death is preferable to redemption?"

"Fuck you," she said with less conviction.

He forced her deeper, submerging her to the hips. Pain crawled across her skin as the freezing water rushed over her exposed flesh. She clawed at anyone she could reach and turned her head sharply to bite one restraining hand. Sound distorted, amplifying her thundering heartbeat. She could not die like this. She would not!

As if impacted by the ferocity of her desperation, her burly captor let go. The reverend was off balance and stumbled. His weight pushed her under completely. She elbowed him in the stomach and tugged her hair free of his hurtful grasp. With violent kicks and weakening strokes, she propelled herself toward the surface.

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Mystic Keeper Collection (EXCERPT!!)

I'm thrilled to announce the Mystic Keepers are now available in a collection!
If you missed them the first time around, or you're ready to revisit this world of elemental magic, this is a wonderful opportunity. Enjoy!

Only by bonding with their "equal and opposite" can Mystic Keepers unlock the full potential of their elemental power. Through erotic rituals and sensual abandon Frost Keepers join with Flame, Light Keepers blend with Shadow, and Time itself is redefined. Passion burns bright and mysteries unravel as these daring Keepers battle an insidious evil to win a future with the ones they love.

• "Her men are right up there with the Carpathians and the Dark Hunters." Donna, Reviewer for: Fallen Angel Reviews   5 Angels -- Recommended Read!

• "This series just keeps getting better and better... I can't wait to see where Aubrey Ross takes us next!" Chere Gruver, Reviewer for: Paranormal Romance Reviews

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EXCERPT
Mystic Keepers (Collection)
Aubrey Ross
All rights reserved.
Copyright © September, 2007 by Aubrey Ross
An Authorized Excerpt

This page contains a sexually explicit scene and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults only.

Dimension 290-2

Kayrin's nipples gathered into jewel-hard knots as Larot lavished them with attention. She arched her back, raking her fingers through his red-streaked hair. His iede-laced breath sent fiery darts from her breast to her clit, making her throb. This was Flame Keeper magic. Not that she needed the additional stimulation to respond to him. Her being cried out for his touch, longed for the completeness she only felt while his body surged inside hers.

"Oh my love, I never tire of tasting you." He whispered the words against one breast, his hand firmly squeezed the other.

Long and lean, his body arched over hers, cradled between her thighs. Should she tell him now or wait until they finished? He descended, trailing warm, wet kisses along her torso. Definitely after! He would be afraid of harming her once he knew, and she craved his uninhibited passion.

Each touch, each caress fueled the love burning in her heart, made her ache for the future others would deny them. How could fate be so cruel? Why were people so regimented? It shouldn't matter that Larot was socially insignificant. She loved him desperately.

He eased her legs up and back, gently parting her folds. The care, the reverence, with which he touched her never failed to stir her emotions. Knowing the aggressive desire driving him made his restraint even sweeter. His tongue circled her clit, dragging a moan from her throat. Heat expanded through her pussy making her core pulse with desire.

Fear pushed through her passion. How would he react to her news? Would it drive him away? What would they do?

"Fill me, my love. I need you inside me." He ignored her plaintive words and continued to worship her with his mouth. "Please!"

She had never felt the forces pulling them apart so keenly. The entire dimension had aligned to oppose their union. But she wanted Larot!

He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled up on her hips. She gasped, excited by his urgency. Dragging her arms to the small of her back, he crossed them and thrust into her heat with one forceful drive. Her cunt stretched, welcoming his thick cock. Her body responded with rhythmic pulsations, thrilled by his possessiveness. She needed this wildness, needed to know the desperation fueling his desire. His shaft filled the emptiness threatening to consume her. The pillows muffled her rapturous cries.

Pushing deep, he released her arms and cupped her breasts, working her nipples simultaneously. She rested on her forearms, pushing her hips back against him, unwilling to lose the blissful fullness of his cock.

"I love you," he whispered above her ear as one of his hands insinuated itself between her thighs. "Make room for me, rijnna mi. I want to feel your pleasure before I find my own."

She scooted her knees apart, opening herself, giving him room to play. Heat seared her delicate folds. Flame iede! He'd coated his fingers with the mystic substance, accelerating her arousal to the point of pain.

"Move!" she cried out. "I can't bear it."

"Yes, you can." He circled her clit with his fingertips. "Accept the heat, absorb it, embrace it."

An unexpected rush of cold counteracted the effects of his Flame iede. He gasped and shuddered against her back. "Did you do that on purpose?"

"No. You felt it too?"

"Gods, yes! Your pussy is ice-cold."

"I'm sorry."

He laughed. "Don't be. It feels incredible."

Intensifying the power of his Flame iede, he rubbed her clit more vigorously. He pulled nearly out, then slammed back in. She braced against the bed, welcoming the driving penetration of his body. Arching and clenching her inner muscles, she surrendered completely to the sensory storm pounding them.

It had never been this intense before. Never quite so -- savage!

Her back bowed and she buried her face against the bed, muffling her scream as an orgasm tore through her body. He tried valiantly to choke back his passionate cry, but it echoed off the ceiling high above.

Panting harshly, he rolled them to their sides, still buried within her body. "Something is different, my love. What's going on?"

Her breath hitched in her throat. Was it possible? Could he sense the depth of their bonding? Reluctantly separating their bodies, she turned to face him, staring deeply into his eyes. "We're going to have a child."

He stilled, his eyes wide and luminous. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

She hadn't known what to expect, but his laughter startled her. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled, bringing her on top of him. "That's wonderful! Are you not pleased?"

"Of course I'm pleased, but…" She straddled his hips, and tried to match his enthusiasm. "What will we do? Where will we go?"

He sat as well, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Why do we need to go anywhere? Don't you see? Keepers can only conceive when they're truly bonded. Your parents will have no choice but to accept our union now."

"There is the slimmest possibility I could have been persuaded to accept you, Larot, but the Flame Master had other plans for our daughter." Sierra, Matriarch Flame, stood just inside the chamber door.

Larot gasped and tried to reach the covers at the foot of the bed.

Having sensed her mother's presence just before she spoke, Kayrin wasn't surprised. Her long hair covered her nudity for the most part, so she pressed herself against Larot's chest, and met her mother's angry gaze.

"What Father would or would not have accepted is no longer important. You rule the Order of Flame and I am with child."

"Get dressed! We must make plans." Sierra left the bedchamber as silently as she had entered.

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EXCERPT of Price of Pleasure (Adult!!)

Price of Pleasure
© Aubrey Ross, September 2007
All Rights Reserved

How in hell was she going to get Kenton's attention? He was surrounded by people trampling each other to… A sly smile curved her lips. She'd ignore him. She'd make eye contact then walk away. He was a hunter. If he didn't pursue her, he'd lose interest before the night was through.

She took her drink in one hand and finger combed her hair away from her face. Barely reaching mid-thigh and dipping low over her breasts, her dress had never failed to turn heads. As she strolled through the seating area the DJ chose an especially riotous song. A bright light silhouetted her figure against the colorful backdrop. Had Kenton noticed? She dared a sidelong glance and collided with his penetrating stare. She flashed her best come hither smile, but kept right on walking.

Keeping her steps leisurely, she crossed to the stairs. She could feel his gaze following her, yet she pretended not to notice. He'd have a spectacular view of her legs as she climbed to the balcony. Would this temptation be enough to lure him away from his adoring fans?

Caves lined the balcony, tiny rooms where people came to fuck. Each time the lights from below passed over the curtains they became translucent, offering anyone who cared to look a teasing glimpse of what was going on inside.

Megan found a quiet corner without a cave directly behind her. The position gave her an unobstructed view of both sides of the balcony. The lights hit the curtains and she instinctively glanced away. Every imaginable sex act was being performed in those caves. Each figure was little more than an animated outline. Still, the flash of motion left nothing to the imagination.

Keeping a view of the stairway in the corner of her eye, she watched the dancers. Only a few minutes went by before Kenton appeared at the top of the stairs. She fought back a smile and kept her gaze fixed on the dance floor.

An especially loud cry drew her attention toward the caves on her right. One of the spotlights hit the curtain revealing the occupants. A woman straddled one man, while another fucked her from behind. The graphic image lingered in Megan's mind long after the spotlight moved on. What would it feel like to be utterly overwhelmed, stretched to capacity and beyond?

Kenton stood beside her for a moment, his body angled toward her, elbow resting on the railing. She sipped her drink and did her best to act as if he wasn't there.

"Please tell me you're here alone." He waited for a lull in the music so he didn't have to shout.

"Why would it matter? It looked like you had companions enough for both of us." She turned her head and looked into his eyes. From a distance they appeared light, almost colorless. Now she could see the pastel blue shimmer of his mesmerizing gaze. Damn! She had her work cut out for her with this one.

"Who are you?" He reached for her hand, but she moved it just out of reach.

"Names aren't important in a place like this."

"All right." He took a step toward her and she took a step back. "Would you like to dance?" She shook her head, backing up even more. "Are you waiting for one of the caves?"

With a seductive smile she darted toward the stairs. He let her reach the bottom before he caught her wrist. Her heart leapt in her chest as he pulled her into a shadowy hallway and pushed her up against the wall. He caged her with his arms, yet kept a small distance between their bodies.

"If I can't know your name, I'll know your taste." He growled the words as he lowered his face toward hers. Megan turned her face to the side and he nipped her earlobe. "Give me your mouth."

The command ignited a cluster of hot tingles deep in her body. Her nipples hardened, then the sensation curled through her abdomen and lodged between her thighs. "I didn't come here to fuck."

"And I'm not asking to fuck you. I just want a kiss." She shivered, unable to conceal the reaction. He cupped her chin and raised her face until their gazes locked. "I won't go where I'm not wanted, but you're the most intriguing woman I've seen since I arrived. One taste, then I'll let you go." His gaze searched hers for a moment and then he added, "For now."

She closed her eyes and parted her lips. He's a ruthless bastard. Don't fall for this bullshit. The words became a mantra as his mouth covered hers. Warm and soft, his lips caressed hers, slid against hers without rushing the kiss. She grew restless, angling her head and lifting her hands to his shoulders.

His fingertips teased the upper swell of her breasts, never delving beneath the fabric of her dress. Her pussy melted, throbbing with anticipation. Could he make her come with just a kiss? The thought made her groan as his tongue brushed over her bottom lip.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and curled her tongue around his, encouraging his penetration, needing his aggression. Faultlessly reading her reaction, he pressed her against the wall and dragged her hands from his hair. He raised her arms above her head and captured both wrists with one hand. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue bold and possessive.

He rocked his pelvis against her belly, his hardened cock well above where she needed the pressure most. With a strangled cry, she parted her legs and rubbed her mound against his thigh.

Damn it! She couldn't give in the first time he touched her. He'd have no reason to continue the chase. Ignoring the aching demand of her body, she abruptly ended the kiss. "Enough," she gasped. "You said one kiss."

Panting every bit as hard as she was, he stared into her eyes. "You really want me to stop?"

"What I want is not the issue." She tugged her hands out of his grasp. "I can't do this." She ducked under his arm and disappeared into the crowd.

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EXCERPT: Rebel (Adults only!)

REBEL

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Comet Coalition: Rebel
© Aubrey Ross, July 2007
All Rights Reserved

Accompanied by the musical jingle of his ankle restraints, Ashton headed down the corridor. Who was this woman? Why would she participate in treason? Ashton kept his empathic touch light as he scanned her emotions. Few could sense his presence. Still, he needed to be careful. Even those without telepathic abilities could learn to shield their minds. His greatest advantage came while others remained unaware of his abilities.

The intensity of her personality assailed him like a gale-force wind. Uncertainty twisted around rage. Grief distorted by frustration. He sensed the depth of her devotion and unflagging loyalty. Amazed by the purity of her dedication, he recognized the nature of her calling. She was a patriot, a true believer in her cause.

Ashton withdrew from her mind, reluctant admiration reshaping his initial impression of the little rebel. How did she maintain control in the face of those emotions?

In the midst of her anger and resentment, he'd also sensed isolation, a gaping void, a soul-deep longing for someone to share her life with. It was a weakness easily exploited, if he were ruthless enough to use her loneliness against her. She certainly hadn't hesitated to use her weapon on him.

Moving up beside him as they reached the door, she pressed her palm against the security scanner. Her soft, floral scent drifted to him and instinct took over.

He leaned toward her and inhaled deeply, whispering in a sexy purr, "Very nice."

Her gaze snapped to his as the door slid open. "Out."

"Why do you bother with perfume when you're trying so hard to be intimidating?"

She raised the wand. "Out."

He stepped through the doorway and caught a glimpse of orange-tinted sky before they reached a tunnel entrance. Diffused lighting inset in the tunnel's walls guided their steps. The cement floor angled gradually downward before leveling off. The tunnel extended farther than the limited light allowed him to see.

Three of the six coalition settlements were located on planets with orange-tinted skies. This narrowed the possibilities somewhat -- if he was still on a coalition planet.

The woman remained a step behind, but he could picture her delicate features clearly in his mind. His simple taunt had worked better than he expected. Frustration radiated off her in waves, like smoldering embers he'd be happy to ignite.

The tunnel sloped upward. He slowed, searching the walls for surveillance equipment. "Do you have a name?"

"Yes."

He glanced back and saw amusement gleaming in her eyes. "May I know it?" Pivoting on the ball of his foot, he blocked her path with his body.

She raised the motivator, her expression carefully guarded.

"Whose idea was it for you to handle me? Somehow I don't think you came up with this yourself. Who put you up to it? They sure as hell know my taste in women." He circled her just out of reach. She'd said she could discharge the weapon, but he was nearly certain she hadn't changed the setting. "Are they hoping I'll overpower you? Will that give them justification to torture me? You're very tempting bait."

"No one is going to torture you." She followed him with her gaze, but not her body. "Just cooperate and no harm will come to you."

He stopped directly behind her, leaning in almost near enough to touch her. "There's no surveillance in this tunnel. It's just you and me."

"And your restraints and my motivator," she returned in the same silky tone.

"So the question becomes, can I snap your neck before you touch me with your magic wand?" Truth be told he still felt woozy from the sedative and his muscles protested every movement. Could he push through the pain?

"I just adjusted it to kill and it's pointed at your chest. Can you snap my neck before I push the button?"

He looked at her hand and found the wicked little wand skillfully reversed and angled in the general direction of his heart. "How about we barter?"

She stepped forward, then spun around. "How about you do as you're told while I still have a sense of humor?"

Her nipples formed distinct points against the sturdy fabric of her blouse and a deep flush colored her cheeks. Danger excited her. Or he excited her. His cock hardened, eager to explore her reaction.

"Tell me what to do." He focused on her mouth. "How can I follow your directions when you haven't told me to do anything?"

"Move down the tunnel -- now!"

"Your nipples are hard, little rebel. I bet you're soaking wet too. Did they tell you to fuck me or do you just want to?"

"Shut up!"

She darted behind him and gave the middle of his back a forceful shove. Ashton laughed. "Feel the front of my pants, sweetheart. They're setting us up. Why are they dangling you in front of me like red meat before a lion? Make that soft, pink, succulent --" She slapped the back of his head, but Ashton only smiled. If she'd really wanted to hurt him she'd have used her magic wand. "Maybe they just want to watch. I'm game. Are you?"

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Reworked, reedited, and re-released!

REBEL, Book One of the Comet Coalition series will be available this month at Loose Id! Check out these fabulous covers!

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The INVASION EARTH series concludes with FORCED ALLIANCE (Excerpt!)

Rhys approaches Arabel hoping to outline the new alliance, but she turns him away. She will protect her dimension and he should do the same. Infuriated by her arrogance, Rhys summons Javier, a reformed Setti hybrid who has been specifically engineered for seduction and virility. Javier takes Arabel captive and launches an erotic campaign on her senses. In the arms of this feral hybrid, Arabel learns the pleasure of surrender and the true meaning of leadership.

Club Carousel and the Zylott Wars
converge in this exciting new series!

Kamn crept across the moonlit yard a step behind Noretta. His instincts balked at following a girl. It was not the Phylehan way. Females were to be protected, not looked to for guidance. But he was not Phylehan anymore. He was a genetic mixture of Creation knew what and Noretta had effortlessly incapacitated four armed men with her bare hands.

Had she only incapacitated them? The guard she'd dragged into his cell was still alive, but Kamn hadn't seen the others. Why should he care if she'd killed them? He was free! For the first time in his adult life he was free and Noretta was the reason.

"We must move quickly," she told him in a soft yet stern voice. Pausing in the shadows of a massive, leafy tree, she placed her hand on his upper arm. Could such a small body house power and ruthlessness? It seemed unlikely. He must have misunderstood what happened at Resistance Headquarters. She was a lab rat, just like him, a Setti captive desperate for freedom. If the famed Resistance fighters were unable -- or unwilling -- to grant them freedom, then she'd had no choice but to take matters into her own hands.

"What is this place?" he asked. She raised her face to the sky and scanned their surroundings.

"If what I'm sensing is accurate, this is the hideout of the last of Garret's handlers." She looked up into his eyes, waiting for the significance of her simple statement to sink in. Garret had conducted the research and proposed each hypothesis, but it was his handlers who performed the actual experiments.

"They're interrogating one of the handlers inside this house?" Kamn could hardly force the words past the tightness in his throat. Every indignity, every horror he'd suffered flashed through his mind in a sickening rush. Pain and isolation stretched into bleak hopeless years until even the fire of fury sputtered out.

"We can wait until they're finished." A certain catch in her voice made it obvious she had something else in mind.

"Why did you bring me here if the situation is under control?"

"I don't fully understand what the Setti did to you, but I know you're able to create a powerful mental connection, especially while a person is sexually aroused."

He twisted his arm out of her grasp. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"We don't have time for games." She stepped closer and her gaze flashed in the moonlight. "I heard the Setti bitch talking to you before she had Javier brought to her bed."

That wasn't exactly how it had happened, but he wasn't about to split hairs now. "And?"

"I know what you and Javier were engineered to do."

"We were all engineered for something." He stalked toward her. Using the growling power of his voice and the brilliance of his gaze, he commanded her attention. "Phylehan males are naturally predatory. The Setti enhanced our ability to seduce, to create sexual cravings both in the physical and metaphysical realms." He placed his palms against the tree's wide trunk and caged her with his body. "What's your special skill?"

"If you're a very good boy, you'll never find out." She shoved him backward with both hands, obviously unaffected by the pheromones swirling around him. Her Setti blood must be stronger than she let on. During the final phase of his transformation a safeguard had been added to ensure that he couldn't turn on his makers. The effectiveness of his abilities decreased in direct proportion to the amount of Setti DNA a hybrid had incorporated into their physiology. Suspicion rolled through his consciousness like distant thunder. Nothing about Noretta added up. She look like a homeless waif but acted like a seasoned general. Which was the true Noretta?

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Invasion Earth 2: Forsaken Desire - EXCERPT (Hot!)

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