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Letitia wanted the treasure - a dagger given by a Chinese Emperor to his favourite concubine, and worth a fortune. Kasper Temple couldn’t let Lettie trek off alone into the Burmese jungle in search of a cursed dagger. He would give his life to keep safe […]

Varian let loose a string of expletives when he saw his plane
destroyed. “Curse the ruddy bastards!”
“Was that your plane, sir?” Prior Putman asked, running alongside
him.
“Yes, damn it, so where’s yours? I’ll take that. I have to get up
there.”
“It’s already taken off. I’m sure that’s mine up there.”
Varian swore some more. “Did your brother take it?”
“No, sir, his plane is just over there.”
Varian had the most awful feeling that Pru was in the air. He
couldn’t be sure, but he now thought it likely. “Right, I’ll take Unwin’s
plane. You two can have your first sortie another day.”
“Yes, sir,” Prior said, falling back.
Varian got into the air as quickly as he could. Two Junkers came at
him but Virgil, who was already in the sky, managed to get the one
closest. Varian hit the other. The German planes swarmed around like
bees, but his men were attacking them with courage, and he felt proud of
them. It wasn’t long before a fresh batch of planes, mostly Hurricanes,
arrived from neighbouring airbases. Soon, the British were chasing the
Germans back across the Channel, but as Varian glanced down at the
coastal towns and villages, he saw that they had taken a battering. Even a
church had been destroyed.
Dogfights continued, and not a single one of his men were falling
for the Hun in the sun trick. In fact they went at the Hun from the sun,
and made many significant hits. The German planes were thinning out by
the time they reached the coast of France. Varian had made radio contact
with most of his men, but one refused to respond. He knew by then that
it had to be Pru.
“Flight Sergeant Prior Putman,” he said over the radio, hoping Pru
would at least respond to that name. The radio crackled, and no response
was forthcoming. He followed her plane closely, and had he not been so
bloody scared for her, then he might have felt pride. She flew and fought
as well as any man. Possibly even better. “Fight Sergeant Putman, will
you respond?” he shouted down the radio. “Turn your Spit around, and
return to base!” Then he got an answer, and he didn’t like it.
“Go to hell, Wing Commander! You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Please, go home,” he begged, “you can’t continue to…” The words
dried up in his throat. Pru’s Spit took a direct hit from a Dornier. The
cannon took out part of the port wing, and a section of fuselage. In a
plume of smoke, the plane descended. Varian didn’t know if it landed in
one piece. Cloud cover was very low. So stunned was he that for a
second he couldn’t remember how to fly his plane. His heart felt as
though it had been cleaved by a machete, and he found it hard to breathe.
Tears blinded his vision, and he sobbed. Then, above his own sobs, he
heard Virgil.
“Varian, get a grip. Fly your bloody plane. Give the order to turn
back. We need to go home.”
“Her plane went down!” Varian gasped. “It damn well went down!”
“I know, and we can’t do anything.”
“I’ve got to land.”
“In France! You bloody idiot, your plane would be shot to pieces
before you could land. There are Germans down there with anti-aircraft
missiles.”
Varian sucked in a breath. “Return home, chaps,” he muttered into
the radio. “We’ve killed enough Germans today.” He didn’t know how he
got his plane back to base. His heart felt like lead. Pru had to be dead.
His Pixie was gone.

Greg ran out into the yard, and promptly fell over the mop bucket, jarring his head against the coal house door, causing him to see stars in the blackness around him. Groaning, he could only lie still, and wait for the dizziness to pass. One thing he hadn’t needed to do was bang his head again.
“Sergeant, did you hurt yourself?”
He didn’t answer and merely sucked in a breath. Thankfully, the dizziness began to ease.
“Greg, where are you? Blast, it’s so dark out here. If only there was a moon.”
He knew she was searching for him, and then suddenly she found him. The trouble was, she tripped over his leg and landed hard on his chest, driving the air out of his lungs. Gulping in a lungful of air, he felt her squirm as she tried to get up.
“Oh, God, I have to check you for injuries. What have I done?”
Greg’s arm went over her back, and he held her to him so that her breasts pressed against his chest, and desire kindled within. “You haven’t done anything. I’m not injured.”
“Then I must get up.”
Liking her where she was, he wasn’t going to let her do that. “Bea, will you relax? I’m not hurt, and you don’t need to feel my body for injuries. Of course,” he chuckled, “if you have another reason for wanting to feel it, then go ahead. Where would you like to start? I could make a suggestion.”
“Is that meant to be funny?”
“Err, no, I was being serious.”
“Let me up.”
“No, not until we get a few things straightened out.”
“What things?”
His other hand came to rest upon her hips. “Well, let me start by telling you that your bottom is more than attractive. Now, before you throw that back in my face, I want you to know that I consider your sister’s bum, although nice to look at, rather too big for my taste.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Yes, I do. She’s borderline plump, and although some men like that, I don’t.”
“But men love her face too.”
“Too much powder and lipstick. She’s got nice eyes, but her lips are ridiculously full. A man could suffocate kissing her.”
“Greg, you’re fibbing just to make me feel better.”
“Lady, I swear that I am not. In every way you are worth ten of your sister. You have your own, much more natural, beauty. You also have integrity, and modesty. Don’t you ever put yourself down, because if you do I shall have gently tan this delicious backside of yours. Now, did all that sink in or are you going to have another little strop?”
“If I could only see your face, then I would know if you were being sincere.”
“I know another way to prove my sincerity.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do.” His right hand cupped the back of her head and he drew her towards him. Their lips met, and he kissed her tenderly.
“Does that prove it?”
“Mmm, not quite. I need more persuasion.”
“So, does this persuade you?” he asked. Their lips met again, but this kiss wasn’t gentle. It was bruising, and intense. His tongue explored her mouth with an arousing thoroughness, and by the time he ended the kiss, his member was rock hard with desire.
Bea gasped. “Yes, I think so.”
“Good. Bea, I’m going to be honest. I truly want you.”
“Greg, I wanted you from the first moment I saw you brought it. I don’t think I’ve nursed anyone as thoroughly as I nursed you. Even Ada noticed. That’s why I felt so hurt when you ogled Scarlet.”
“Scarlet means nothing to me, but you do. Bea, can we go somewhere? I want to be alone with you in a room with a bed.”
“Greg, where are we going to find that? I live in the nurses quarters and you sleep in a hut with a load of airmen.”
He kissed her again. “I’m aching to have you, Bea.” After a moment’s pause, he heard her giggle.
“I think I know just the place. Come on, get up. It’s not far. In fact, it’s just about fifty yards away. We just have to hope the sirens don’t go off. Of course, if they do, then you’ll have to dash back to the airfield anyway. Let’s just hope it doesn’t.”
“So, where are we going?” Greg asked.
“You’ll see.”

She awoke with an intense hunger in the pit of her stomach. A hunger the likes of which she had never known before. She opened her eyes to a room that was pitch black and that felt strange to her. She swung her feet over the side of the bed and as they touched the […]

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When English accountant Daniel Elliott dies in a car accident one rainy night, his widow, Grace, is overcome with grief…and panic.  Daniel was controlling and their marriage loveless, but he always took care of the sheltered Grace.
Or so she thought.
She soon discovers Daniel kept secrets:  an alias, mob ties, a list of numbers, a mysterious […]

Lord Devilment
A Spicy Historical Romance
“Hand over your watch, and those gaudy rings glistening on your fingers.”
Jonah cursed under his breath, but removed the watch, and two of the rings.
Saxon took them. “There is a third ring. Take it off, and give it to me.”
“The ring is tight. I doubt I can get it off.”
Saxon doubted […]

“Robert, why do you look at me so?”
He tore his eyes away from her cleavage and deliberately stared at the floor. Then she suddenly touched his arm with her hand.
“I think you are a wonderful man. Perhaps you are the most wonderful man in the world.”
He forced himself to keep looking at the floor. “Oh, there are better men than me, methinks. Now, I think I should leave you alone. I merely wished to see how you were.”
“That is because you are kind and thoughtful. You just called me, your lady.”
“I am sorry, I shall nay do it again.”
“But, I liked the sound of it. I like you, Robert. We used to be so close when we were younger.”
He sighed. “Aye, we were close.” He looked at her hand as she squeezed his, far larger, hand.
“Stop looking down. Look up into my eyes.”
“Nay.”
“Why not? Are they so horrible?”
He looked into her eyes then. “God, nay, they are beautiful. I told you that years ago but you thought I was teasing you.”
She smiled. “You are good and kind. Morven is bad and cruel. Robert, I want you to undo the harm that he has done to me. I want you to erase him from my mind and body. Will you do that for me?”
His brows drew together. “Leonora, what are you asking me to do?”
“I am asking you to love me. I want you to couple with me.”
His jaw almost dropped to the floor. “I can nay do that to you. You are sick and vulnerable. What sort of a man would that make me?”
“I am not sick. I am just a little bruised. I beg you, do this for me. Robert, do you care for me?”
“Aye, I care greatly about you.”
“Good, because I care for you too.”
She put her arms around his neck and her, partially exposed, breasts pressed against his chest. She was the most adorable creature and he desired her so much, but he knew he should not take her.
“Love me tonight. Your love will be the balm to my bruised body and battered soul. Come the morn, I shall be healed and I shall shed no more tears.”
“But, Leonora.”
“I prefer Leona.” She pressed her fingers to his lips. “No buts, Robert. I need this from you. Please, do not let me down. I want you to couple with me, and I want you to love me.”
Robert was torn between his conscience and his heated desire for Leonora. For a long while, he just stared into her eyes, but then she moistened her finger with her tongue and ran it over his lips. That tiny little action was so sensual.
“Your lips look so much harder than they really are. They are soft to touch. Robert, will you kiss me?”
He swallowed. “Can you not see that this is wrong? You will hate me if I do this, and the last thing I want is for you to hate me again.”
“That is nonsense. I shall not hate you. Truly, I shall thank you, and I ask only that you do it once.”
“You ask too much for I…” His words dried up as she suddenly knelt up in bed and pulled her night-shift over her head.
Robert felt his throat go dry as he stared at Leonora’s naked body. Her breasts were enticingly large whilst her waist was slim and her belly flat. He frowned at the assortment of bruises, wishing again that he had been able to kill Morven.
Her face fell. “Oh, dear, you do not like what you see.”
Shaking his head, he reached out with his right hand and gently stroked the purple tissue on her belly. “He hurt you, Leona. I wish him eternal damnation for that.” She placed her hand on top of his hand and smiled.
“Robert, my flesh will heal faster than my mind, methinks, but you can aid my recovery by loving me.”
“I may hurt you. God, you are covered in bruises.” He ran his left hand over her breasts. “He even hit you here.”
“Your touch takes away the pain.”
“You should never have to feel pain.”
“Pain is a part of life. A woman feels pain when she pushes a child from her womb. Sometimes, ‘tis necessary.”
“That was nay necessary,” Robert said, staring at the worst of the bruising on her belly. “Morven is a sadistic bully who needs punishing.” She leant forward and kissed him on the lips. His restraint was crumbling rapidly to dust.
“I caused you awful pain. I stabbed you with a very dirty sword.”
“Aye, you did, but I forgive you.”
“Will you show me your wound? I wish to see if ‘tis healing well.”
Robert stood and tugged his shirt over his head. Staring at his torso, Leonora got off the bed and stood before him. Her hands began to stroke the powerful muscles of his chest. “I thought you wished to look at my wound.”
“Nay, I just wanted to see you without a shirt on. ‘Twas a ploy, and it worked.”
He chuckled. “What a conniving woman you are.”
“I can be, when I want something, and I want you.

Historical Romance

3 Flames

The midshipman looked dashing in his uniform and she felt drawn to him,

and that was why she had agreed to take a stroll with him in the

gardens. But, the gardens had only too quickly led them the barn.

He smiled thinly. “What is wrong with being in here? Would you rather I

have you in the manor house? I fear that in there we would run the risk

of being heard or seen by your father.” He gave a deep belch. “I suppose

it would not matter if he did discover us. After all, my elder brother

has already finalised the purchase of the estate. The manor house now

belongs to him. ‘Tis a shame that your father got himself into such

financial difficulties and had to lose everything. A once powerful man

brought so low. Ah well, such is life, for he is but one of many

gamblers who never knew when to stop.”

She turned to leave. “I should go. It was foolish to come in here with

you. I was not thinking clearly.” She had not expected him to grab her

arm. “How dare you! Let me go at once!”

“You don’t really want me to let you go. Women like me, wench. What is

there to dislike? Consider yourself fortunate to be in my company.”

“Do not call me wench. I am Lady Iona Irvington.”

He rubbed his eyes and swayed slightly. “Right now, I need a woman,

wench. You are a woman.”

His hold on her arm intensified. He held her fast. His eyes had taken on

the look of frosted glass, and she realised that he most likely wasn’t

even focussing on her properly. “You have been drinking.”

“Of course I’ve been drinking. I drank the night away with my brother.

We didn’t even get to bed and I had another half bottle of brandy with

breakfast. I am well topped up, wench.”

“You don’t sound that drunk. You even sound sober.”

He laughed harshly. “We hold our drink well. ‘Tis a family trait.” He

belched again. “I’ve lost whole days, and nights,” he chuckled. “Wenches

have come up to me and thanked me for giving them a bloody good time.

The thing is, half the time I didn’t remember fucking them, and I

certainly never remembered names. Women are good for only three things.

Fucking, cooking and cleaning, and they don’t need names to do that.”

Her jaw dropped. “You conceited chauvinist.” His response to that was to

slam her against his rock hard chest and give her a very bruising kiss.

She tried to push away, but he held her fast.

“Wench, you came in here of your own free will. I saw the way you looked

at me when I arrived here yesterday evening. It was the way all women

look at me, and I do mean all women. Even grannies give me a second

glance. Why shouldn’t they? I’m everything a woman could desire. I am

tall, dark, handsome and I’ve got a big cock.”

“In addition to that you are an arrogant, overbearing, conceited dandy.”

“You liked what you saw. I know you did. You eyed me up and down and you

licked your lips and pouted.”

“I did not mean to encourage you.”

“I’ve seen those signs hundreds of times before. Wenches in every port

look at me the way you did this morning. The dairy maid gave me the same

look a half hour ago. If I can remember, I’ll have her after I’ve had

you.”

“You shall not have me. I must leave immediately. I have no wish to be

in the company of a drunken sot.” She observed the muscles bunch up in

his jaw, and the next instant he kissed her throat as his hand delved

into her bodice and groped a breast. Suddenly, her fear turned into

excitement. He was a handsome man. Likely the most handsome man she had

ever seen. She wondered if his body would be every bit as glorious as

his face. She realised that she truly wanted to find out.

“I will have you, and you cannot stop me.”

“Nay, I do not think I can. Sir, you are a rake.”

“I know, and maybe that is why you are drawn to me. Wench, I shall ask

you this. Do you want me to stop?”

“Aye, I do.” In response, he stood back and raised a dark eyebrow. It

made him look so dashing.

“That is a damn lie. You want me.”

“Very well, I admit that I want you, but only if you agree to court me

afterwards. I must have that commitment from you.”

“Why the hell not? Aye, I’ll court you.

A beautiful woman with a checkered past runs a legitimate bed and breakfast on Jekyll Island. Several young men posing as cowboys move in Breakfast by the Sea and things become chaotic right from the start when the oceanfront B&B turns into a command center for a very determined group of special Super-Op Forces.
Pursuing a […]

Second chances, are they possible?
Terrie Myers never believed life would give her a second chance at anything. Little did she understand the draw of a little girl with dreams of a knight in shining armor. Or the magic of hope that would turn those dreams into reality.
Can the magic of Christmas make dreams come true?
*****
She […]

Once in every one million births, a child is born on Bellac with the Synergistic gene. These children are taken from their parents and prepared for the day when they will find their Synergistic other half. For when that happens, an entirely new power is created—a power ready to protect and defend their home world.
Grey […]

Miranda Sayers’s only friend is her wheelchair. It has been her refuge and her escape mechanism for most of her twenty-six years. But the time has come when her grandmother can no longer help take care of her. Now Randi is faced with having to survive on her own, and unfortunately that future doesn’t look […]

Soul-mates whose minds and souls were ripped apart by the hate oppression and murder of Oliver Cromwell’s model army’s rape of Ireland, two young lovers are trapped in a time lock of recycling love, hate, death and carnage, where they are forced to live, again and again, the terrible mistakes of others.
Reincarnated in a continuing […]

Book 4 of the “Runner’s Moon” Series
 She was one of thirty-one aliens who escaped the Arran slave ship where she had been kept captive all her life. She lived a quiet, peaceful existence on Earth, until the fateful night when she was caught in her true form. From that moment, Challa the Alien Girl became […]