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Speed: Rhythm of the Night

Every girl’s fantasy…one woman’s dream.


See You in My Dreams

© 2011 Jess Dee

Speed, Book 1

Sophie Butler is sure she’s about to lose her much-needed cleaning job. She’s not only walked in on a guest—a violation of her employer’s cardinal rule—but she can’t seem to tear her gaze away from his gorgeous, naked-as-the-day-he-was-born body.

If all that isn’t bad enough, her usually sensible judgment and behavior are clouded by a nagging sense of familiarity. She knows the man from somewhere, she just can’t quite place him.

Nathan Pace is certain he’s just lost his jealously guarded anonymity. But hold on…if she’s just another fan looking for a piece of his alter ego, rock star Jamie Speed, why is she blushing six shades of scarlet? And why is he instantly aroused? When he catches a glimpse of her eyes, he knows. She’s the woman who for ten years has haunted his dreams.

The attraction that flares between them is undeniable—and unstoppable. But getting close means risking Nathan’s secret identity. Just this once, he’d like a woman to fall for the real man, not the press’s version of a celebrity superstar.

Warning: This may be an erotic contemporary romance, but it does contain a hint of fantasy. And when that fantasy involves erotic dreams about a gorgeous rock star, you know you’re gonna want the fantasy to become reality…


Enjoy the following excerpt for See You in My Dreams:

Nathan’s legs buckled beneath him. He collapsed into the heated water with a mighty splash.

It took several minutes for his erratic heartbeat to normalize. He’d gone from zero to a hundred and back in a matter of minutes, and he had not a drop of energy to spare. Sophie had utterly depleted his reserves.

Heart still pounding, he looked at her through the steam rising between them. She sat opposite him with a smug, satisfied grin. The ends of her wavy blonde hair trailed in the water, and her cheeks had turned pink from the raised water temperature. His initial assessment of her had been spot-on. She was absolutely beautiful.

“That was…” His voice came out all croaky, and he cleared his throat and tried again. “That was unbelievable.” Hands-down the best blowjob he’d ever received.

She smacked her lips together as though tasting something in her mouth. Him. “You liked it?” The mischievous grin was back.

“You have no idea.” The words sounded like sandpaper scraping against a wooden surface.

Sophie shivered.

“Are you cold?” he rasped. Her high, pert breasts floated in the water, the nipples puckered into hard beads.

Slowly she shook her head. “Not cold, no.” She closed her eyes and rested her head against the edge of the tub. “It’s your voice. God, Nathan. Just listening to you talk turns me on.”

Her answer caught him in the chest and his heart stumbled over a beat. “It does?”

“Whatever you say, I feel it on my skin. At the coffee shop, your words were like hot honey running down my neck.” Her breathing slowed. “Lying on the couch now? I asked questions just so I could hear you answer. If we hadn’t just had sex, I’d have been totally aroused. And now, after you’ve come…your voice sounds…feels like a million silky fingers roaming over my breasts and my stomach…and lower.” One of her hands hovered in the water, and she dragged her nails across her nipples and moaned. “Your voice feels like the first flutters of an orgasm.”

Nathan watched, speechless. For the life of him, he could not think of one single response. It wasn’t as if he’d never heard a compliment about his voice before. Hell, his entire career revolved around his vocals. It was the way Sophie said it. As if his voice alone could bring her sexual fulfillment.

She caressed her breasts without opening her eyes. “Talk to me, Nathan. Say something. Anything.”

Still he stared, dumbstruck. Watching her stroke herself was possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

Her arm stilled. “Nathan?”

“No,” he objected. “Don’t stop. Let me watch you touch yourself.”

Sophie let out a small moan and pinched a nipple between two fingers.

Nathan swallowed. “Do you have any idea how much of a turn-on that is?”

“What?” Sophie whispered.

“You,” Nathan whispered back. “Pleasuring yourself to the sound of my voice.”

“Do you have any idea what a turn-on your voice is?” Sophie asked.

“Show me.” Nathan bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to touch her almost as much as he wanted to watch her. “Move your hand lower.”

Sophie froze.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Listen to me. Move your hand lower.”

Ever so slowly, Sophie complied. She dropped her hand from her breast to her stomach.

“Lower still.” Nathan stared through the water at the distorted image of her hand. “Run your fingers over your clit.”

Sophie shivered. Her shoulders tensed. Water rippled around her chest. He couldn’t see clearly through the steam, but the sharp hiss of air through her teeth told him she’d found what she sought.

“Now stroke it,” he told her. “Using just your finger, stroke it in tiny circles. Lightly. Don’t apply any pressure.”

Sophie’s lips parted slowly. “Mmmm.”

“Keep going. Keep rubbing it, sweetheart.”

“Keep speaking, Nathan,” she begged.

Anything. He’d do anything to ensure she didn’t stop. “You look so damn beautiful sitting there. I’ve already come twice, and I swear I’m getting hard again. It’s you, Sophie Rose. You bring out the beast in me.”

She whimpered.

“Press on your clit a little harder,” he said. “Move your finger a little faster.”

Again tiny ripples of water flowed around her.

“Imagine it’s my voice touching you.”

“It is,” she murmured. “Your voice is echoing right…through me. Right through…my pussy.”

Nathan bit back a groan. His balls tightened painfully. Fuck, he couldn’t handle another erection. Not this soon. “It’s not just my voice on your pussy,” he told her. “It’s my mouth too. I’m running my tongue over your clit. Licking your swollen flesh. I…I can’t wait to lick lower, to taste your juices as they spill out between your legs.”

The ripples turned to small waves as her arm moved frantically below the surface. “Nathan…oh, God…”

Fuck. So much for avoiding another erection. “Is it happening? Are you feeling the first flutters of orgasm?”

She let out a strangled gasp.

He was at half-mast and growing every minute. “Look at me, Sophie Rose. I want to see your eyes when you come.”

Sophie opened her eyes and stared at him wildly.

Yes. Exactly how he’d imagined them. Exactly how he’d seen them…in his dreams. “Let go now. Let the pleasure roll through you. Let it overcome you.” He waited a heartbeat and then whispered, “Come for me, Sophie Rose. Come to the sound of my voice.”

When you land in hot water, swim for safety—or let the fire burn.


Hotter Than Ever

© 2013 Elle Kennedy


An Out of Uniform Story

Claire McKinley has just experienced every bride’s nightmare. The groom is a no-show, and now she must face five hundred guests alone. Furious and humiliated, Claire seeks help from the most unlikely candidate—her almost-brother-in-law, who promptly whisks her away to his apartment in San Diego, where she can recover her pride in peace and quiet.

Dylan Wade is no fan of Claire’s, but no way can he leave the jilted bride in her time of need. Bringing her home seems like a good idea—until he remembers his new roommate. Dylan’s relationship with Aidan is…complicated. And with Claire thrown into the mix, life becomes even more…complicated.

Claire is blindsided by her attraction not only to Dylan, but also to Aidan, a man she’s just met. Soon they’re caught up in an all-consuming sexual storm they can’t fight even if they wanted to. Yet Claire wonders if it can last, or if she’s just setting herself up for more heartache.

Warning: This book is very dirty. Ménage a trois and man-on-man dirty. Graphic-language and explicit-sex dirty. Basically? Dirty. You’ve been warned.


Enjoy the following excerpt for Hotter Than Ever:

The worst thing about being a redhead with fair skin? It was impossible to disguise a blush. Claire’s cheeks had been a thorn in her side her whole life, and as her face heated up under Dylan’s smoldering gaze, she knew she was transmitting everything she was feeling loud and clear.

Surprise.

Embarrassment.

Arousal.

Oh yeah, there was definitely arousal thrown into the mix. Ever since they’d kissed, she’d been trying to squash the desire she felt for Dylan, but now that her misconceptions about the man had been exposed, she was having a tough time controlling her hormones. It was one thing to ignore the attraction when she’d thought he was a selfish ass who didn’t give a shit about his mother’s troubles, another one altogether when she knew he was actually a decent guy.

“Ah, relax, honey. I’m just teasing you.” His gorgeous green eyes twinkled. “I was kidding.”

She slanted her head in challenge. “Are you? Because you look pretty darn serious.”

After a second, he broke out in a grin. “Fine, so I was only half-kidding.”

“So half of you wants us to have sex?”

“Actually, about three-quarters of me wants it. One-quarter knows it’s probably a bad idea.”

“Probably?” She choked out a laugh. “I almost married your brother, Dylan.”

“And yet somehow that doesn’t seem to bother me anymore.”

“Right. Somehow.” She snorted. “It’s easy to overlook the reasons you shouldn’t do something when you want it badly enough.”

“And you don’t?”

“I don’t what?”

“Want it.” His lips quirked. “Because you’ve been giving off come-hither signals since the second you saw that box of condoms.”

“Again with the come-hither signals? You really like saying the words come-hither, huh?”

“And you’re deflecting. Answer the question. Do you want to have sex with me?”

His frankness was oddly thrilling. So was the way he slid closer, eliminating the distance between them. He moved the box of provisions out of the way, then scooted even closer, and Claire’s heart began to race. Their thighs were touching, his covered by sweatpants, hers bare thanks to her short-shorts, and the heat of his body sizzled her flesh, eliciting a rush of excitement that rippled through her blood.

“Yes, no, maybe?” he prompted.

It was in that moment that Claire realized how honesty might be considered a weakness rather than a strength, because the word “Yes” slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it.

But damn it, she did want this. Dylan had set her entire body on fire from that one measly kiss—she could only imagine what he was capable of doing to her if they were naked.

Maybe it made her a mega slut and a terrible person, but she really, really wanted to find out.

As his mouth curved in a satisfied smile, Dylan brought his hand to her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“You’re always blushing.” He cocked his head pensively. “Is that blush limited to your cheeks, though? Or do other parts of you get nice and rosy too? Maybe here, you think?”

He glided his fingers along the curve of her neck and down to her collarbone.

As if on cue, heat suffused her chest.

“Oh, that’s nice.” His green eyes were focused intently on the flush rising just above the neckline of her tank top.

The pads of his fingers were rough, callused, creating a gentle scrape over her skin as he caressed the upper swell of her breasts.

“This is crazy,” she murmured.

“Probably.”

“Definitely.”