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Adult excerpt...18 y.old+ plz Seduced by Blood(Erotic Vamp.)

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Taylor

"Youdon't have time, chica. Swallow me."Hisblood, warm and delectable, wet her lips and mouth, tasting like a jolt ofchocolate flavored rum with a caffeine chaser.

Theworst of it was she wanted him this close, wanted to touch him, to kiss him, totaste him because when she was locked in his embrace she forgot about the pain.She opened her mouth to argue but his blood, wet and warm, dampened her lipsand tongue.Fuck. He tasted…incredible.

Herthirst, the same she'd awoken to at the hospital, was harsh and overwhelming.There was no more pain, no more fear, and the remainder of the world ceased toexist. There was just this delicious, sinful rhapsody dancing on her tongue.
Hermouth had been as dry as the desert before the first spring rain, and hisblood, his blood was that quenching drop of succulent, blissful water."Yes,"Nevada murmured. She wanted more. More.

"Takeall you need, chica. Just. Drink."Nevadadrove her hand up into his hair and drank deeply.

Herbody ached from the inside out, ached to be filled with him, filled by him. Herlimbs tingled, her blood sizzling through her veins, his blood rejuvenatingher, reviving her.

Shehad thought she was never going to see him again, had thought he'd left her andhad walked away forever and now he was here.

Witha burst of adrenaline giving her the strength she needed, Nevada wrapped herlegs around his waist. She clawed at his shirt, wanting to feel his hot,pulsing cock, wanting him closer, needing him inside her has she consumed him.She shoved at it and he lifted his arms. She lifted the shirt off, tossing itover her head.

Shepressed her pelvis against his hips and clutched him between her thighs,inhaling his powerful scent.

God,it was mind-blowing, the way he tasted, sweet and as rich as chocolate sin, andthe way he felt against her, solid and unyielding. The way he smelled, spicyand masculine, made her want him all the more.

 "That's it. Drink me, chica." Gunner held herhead against his neck, and gulped hard, his Adam's apple working around athroaty swallow. He turned his neck, and opened his vein to her hungry mouth,arching his hips into hers, and lifting her ass off the table, cupping hercheeks in his palms and squeezing, digging in with his fingers and spreadingher ass cheeks wide. "Drink me."

Hiswords filled her mind like freshly spun cotton candy in her mouth, warm andgooey, melting with her thoughts almost as if he were inside her head.

Nevadaclawed at his back, and ran her hands up the solid cord of muscle, drawing himcloser, nuzzling against him as she fed."Tellme you're okay," Gunner growled, his voice deep, hoarse, almost weak. He leanedagainst her, his cock hard and throbbing, pulsing against her thigh, and shemoaned in pleasure.

Thirstunquenchable, she cried out like a wild animal, a guttural groan escaping herlips as she drew blood from his vein, finding what she hadn't known she'dcraved.
Hisblood was liquid gold, and branded her mouth like hot stone on flesh, sizzlingdown her throat and intoxicating her more than the finest grain whiskey on theplanet. She swallowed, taking drink after drink, already craving the next andneeding another insatiably.

"Yes,"Nevada felt herself smiling. "I'm…" she whispered, about to say she was fine,though she was better than that. In fact, that word wasn't even in hervocabulary. "Delirious."

Herworld came alive, her body thriving and his blood, it was a seduction initself.

Sheclosed her eyes and savored every drop, knowing she'd never need anything fromanother man as long as she lived.
*****Ittook everything Gunner had to control himself when she'd fought him initially,before giving in and drinking directly from his vein.Themore she fought, the stronger his urge to feed, to control, to let loose thebeast concealed within his soul.Heguided Nevada's head to his neck, though she needed no more encouragement. Shewas frantic to have him, to drink more of his blood. His eyes were wide open,his pupils pinpointed in pleasure as she nuzzled his neck, her hot, sinuousmouth working furiously against his vein.Shenipped at him, not breaking the skin, but using her blunt human teeth to nibblehis flesh. He nearly came in his pants, skirting that edge of control, thebeast inside him raging for escape."Fuck,"Gunner growled. "Take it easy, chica. Take…it…easy."Heknew she couldn't really hear him, couldn't comprehend anything he was sayingat this point. She was too far gone, and feeding directly from his vein wasplaying with fire."Chica,"he groaned. His cock ached for the wetness between her thighs, dampness hecould nearly feel…the tangy, spicy scent of her pussy overwhelming his senses.He was drawn to every soft whimper, every flutter of her heartbeat, everysingle movement she made with her limbs, her mouth, her lips and tongue."Fuck."Nevadadrew him against her, latching on to his neck with ravenous, greedy pulls ofher wicked mouth. She stroked her tongue over his skin, taking short, hungrylaps that would cripple a lesser man, cutting him off at the knees."Stop,"Gunner growled, on the verge of allowing her to drain him dry.Shefought and pulled harder, the suction driving him mad.Heshoved his hand into her hair, coiling it tightly between his fingers, thesuction of her mouth against his skin creating one of the most eroticsensations he'd experienced.Theworld spun violently around him as Nevada quenched her thirst, demanding everylast drop of blood she could consume, a newfound hunger creating a heateddelirium that burned through them both like furious flame.Nevadacouldn't know that she was playing with fire, had no idea that she was about topush him over the edge and snap his control, which was tenuous at best. Sheunsnapped his jeans and Gunner gasped when she slid her hand down his pants,taking his stiff cock into her delicate fingers.Apparently,she knew what she was doing after all.
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Night Owl Romance Review for Seduced by Blood

"After reading the first book, I hope there are many more! I'lldefinitely be back for more! Great first book of the series!"
4.25 Stars
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I'm excited to have my first review for Seduced by Blood by Night Owl Romance. I'm excited. Not a five star, but hey, this is my first book on my own. Braden's book, yeah, I'm going for it. lol

Thanks for sharing this with me. Thank you, NOR.

Taylor

I Miss You, My Sister

My sister and nephew 2010
I miss you, my sisterIt still hurts, to know you're goneThat I'll never share laughter with you againOr remember the days when we were more than friends
I miss you, my sisterThe dry wit of your humorThe beautiful sound of your voiceBecause, it wasn't your choice
My legacy to you, my promise, my vowTo take care of your son.
For he misses you, my sisterBut oh, how he speaks of you.The smile on his face, the same as I remember yours to beHis eyes, just as blue, hints of green shining through
He's eveleven now, my sisterBut never goes a day without talking about you
He's as stubborn as you, my sisterA warrior true through and throughSuviving every day, even without you
I know you're there, my sisterWatching over us allAnd someday, I'll hug you againMy sister, my friend.
It was a year ago today.

The last time I spoke to my sister. It kills me to think it was by email. Just a quick note. There are so many things I'd do differently, if I could only go back, if I could only change the past.

All I can do, however, is live. Live everyday for her. For her beautiful son, whom I'm so lucky to have in my life.

He's the real hero. His mother was a veteran of the United States Navy and served overseas. He has her strength, her caring and loving spirit for animals and humanity. I know, just like his mother, he'll go forward one day and do good in the world.

He saved a stray kitty, named her Caesar and began sleeping through the night, the kitty at his side. He's doing well in school, participating in Boy Scouts as well as learning and enjoying many new hobbies.

He's come so far, and I can't help but to see his mother's strength, which he proves every single day. It makes me proud, proud to be a part of his life, proud to carry him forward, to be there to support him in every way I can.

We all miss you, Denise.

I know, someday I'll see you again. Until then, dont' worry, I'm doing the best I can. As a matter of fact, I think I'd even make you proud, and right now that has to be enough.

Love you,
Your sister
Sandra

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Taylor

Emily's Destiny by Tessie Bradford

Emily's been keeping her two alpha male mates at arm's length, fearing that with their traditional changeling values, they will try to curb her independent, free-spirited nature. She loves them both with all of her heart, but takes off to Europe when they press their suit. After a whole bunch of soul-searching, Emily's home, ready to embrace life with her men.Colby and Darrin have never doubted that Emily is their destined mate. They've played by her rules for a very long time in an effort to prove their love. Now the game is about to change.Paranormal Erotic Romance, Ménage (M/M/F), Erotic Gems Short.

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Across the Pond

I finally stepped into the world of Indie publishing. Honestly, it's a bit terrifying. Yet, it's exhilarating at the same time. Watching your sales figures live and having that first hand knowledge of the ebb and flow of sales instead of having to wait for a royalty statement to show up in the mail a month after the fact is incredible.There are so many questions though. One being about sales overseas. There's Amazon Kindle UK, France, Denmark...as an American author who doesn't speak other languages, I already feel at a disadvantage. I'd love to know how to appeal to those audiences? How do you reach them? Especially if you're independant and don't have the money, power and prestige of a big publishing house behind you or an agent who deals with those things.That's one thing I need to research. Not that it will change how I write, but it would be wonderful to have some idea how other author's handle this. So, if you're an Indie and you have experience, please feel free to comment.Ideas or suggestions, please throw them out there.
Have a great day,Taylor   

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Excerpt of Seduced by Blood by Taylor Tryst

Excerpt: Seduced by Bloodby Taylor Tryst
He respected Braden on every level, but the way he felt about Nevada…it was the game changer. He hadn't seen it coming, hadn't expected it, but he had to deal with it and he certainly wasn't ready to stand by and watch her die.

They'd lost enough time.

"She's in pain," Gunner said after a moment's hesitation. "She's suffering. I can feel it every time I touch her."

"You aren't going to like this," Braden said with a low curse. He released Gunner, and stepped back, holding his gaze, his brow creased. "Gods…I can't guarantee that it'll even work."

"I don't care what the hell you have to do," Gunner snarled, staring down at Nevada's face and willing her eyes open. He reached out and touched her cheek, smoothing his fingers over her skin. "Just. Do it."

"Very well." Braden made a show of unbuttoning his black Hugo Boss and laying it upon the leather chair beside the bed. He waited for Gunner to step back, and reached out and turned her head to the side.

"And if this doesn't work?" Gunner asked. "What then?"

"She could die," Braden said with a shake of his head. "Or perhaps turn into something worse."

"What could be worse?" Gunner's tone was thick with sarcasm. He couldn't imagine anything more horrific than what he'd become when Braden had turned him a century ago.

"Not a human, not a vampire, but something…in between."

"That's a myth." Gunner had heard the stories over the years, but he'd never seen nor heard of anyone who'd been bitten and hadn't transfigured. "A scary nursery rhyme used to frighten humans…to keep vamps from turning them like cattle."

"Until now," Braden added. "Until you brought her into my compound."

"Her name is Nevada," Gunner said. "She fought to live, fought valiantly to save her partner's life. Hell, she deserves to live more than most."

Gunner folded his arms over his chest, and glanced up at the low-hung ceiling. He felt the room closing in around him like a small, cramped cave. He wished they were topside, that he could smell the air and see the ocean, that he could clear his mind.

Braden cursed in his native Gaelic language, and reached out and took Nevada by the hand, glancing over his shoulder at Gunner. His eyes were shining, his mouth open, fangs extended, ready to clamp down upon his prey.

He hesitated as if expecting Gunner to stop him. As if challenging him to try.

"Just do it." Gunner grimaced, his jaw clenched.

Braden sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over her, her head falling to the side as he drew her in, groaning in anticipation, wasting no more time. He buried his fangs deep within her vein and Nevada moaned, crying out.

Gunner snarled, the sound morphing into the horrifying roar of an angry, wounded beast. He turned away, wanting to flee the room and not being able to move, as if his boots were fastened to the ground.

He had to force himself not to go on the attack, clenching his fists, his knuckles white and his nails digging into his palms. He curbed his rage, possessiveness and resentment consuming his rational mind like fire burning dry grass.

She belonged to him on an elemental level. She was his. He'd bitten her, claimed her by drinking her blood and sharing his vein, something he'd done before.

There was nothing more primitive, more primal—and to stand by and watch another vampire consume her was maddening, an abomination.

Braden drank his fill, massive, greedy pulls from Nevada's vein, as if his thirst was spurred on by the magnificent flavor of her and he couldn't get enough. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples erect, and Gunner could still feel them against his tongue, his lips.

Braden pulled her against him, holding her in a lover's embrace, his chest pressed against hers, and it enraged Gunner to the point of lunacy. He spun around and slammed his fist into the wall, roaring when the steel gave way, though his hand felt as though it'd been pulverized, crushed, splintered into hundreds of tiny fragments.

Braden panted and leaned in, his hips bucking. He was seconds away from lying her flat against the bed and sliding atop of her, from grinding his cock into her thigh.

"Enough," Gunner roared. He couldn't do this anymore. He reached out and grabbed Braden by the shoulder, pulling him back.

"Her blood is…" Braden's body stiffened, his eyes popping open, shining emeralds, his pupils pinpointed black dots. He released her with a gasp, licking his lips, his nostrils flaring and his breath shallow and quick. "Powerful."

"Yes," was all Gunner could say.

He couldn't blame Braden for becoming sexually aroused, for they were forever intertwined, the taking of blood and the feral, hedonistic desire for sex.

His own cock was throbbing, and as much as the idea of watching Braden with Nevada incensed him, the mere scent of her blood, rich and honeyed, a floral note of jasmine tickling his nose, made him hard. The marking of her flesh, the sound of Braden feeding, the sucking and moaning, caused his teeth to ache and he lost his mind, the sharing of fluids, the transfiguration of a human, a potent ritual for his kind.

Even when Braden had bitten him a century ago there'd been the desire to surrender himself in some way. It was foreign, and he was sickened to think about how vulnerable he'd been while on the verge of death.

It'd been Braden who'd controlled himself during his transfiguration, who'd fed and taken nothing more than his blood, and for that he had been eternally grateful.

Gunner closed his eyes and could still feel the beat of her heart thrumming against his chest, the feel of her body beneath his as he consumed her in every way.

Her pussy had been so tight, gripping him like a vice each time he sank into her wet heat, working him as he pounded into her.

Yes, her blood was powerful, her body insatiable, her soul joined to his.

She was his.

Braden bit into his own wrist and cupped her chin, opening her mouth, turning her head into his arm. She parted her lips and Braden gasped when her tongue touched his flesh, her body arching, her lips, her mouth clasping onto his arm.

She drew from his wrist, wanton, as if Braden's blood was the only sustenance she had consumed in days.

Gunner hissed in contempt. He couldn't help but feel betrayed and worse, like a failure. For he alone had not been strong enough to turn her.

Braden purred as Nevada drank, pulling back and breaking the connection with a sigh, his body humming, the air in the room electric.

"There's never been an underling with two masters," Braden said after a moment. He released her and cursed, as if it physically pained him to do so. "If she lives, it will violate our laws."

"I don't care about our laws," Gunner growled. "I've asked you for nothing in the century of my existence."

"Aye." Braden wrapped a towel around his wrist and crossed the room to retrieve his shirt. He glanced at his watch and then to Gunner out of the corner of his eye, lowering his voice as if someone might overhear what he was about to say. "But, I think this might be asking too much, lad. Too much."

Gunner inhaled, smelling the unique aroma of her blood, a fragrance that belonged only to her. His mouth watered and he swiped a hand over his face, having watched her drink from him was too much. He battled the overwhelming desire to kill his best friend, his commander, his sire.

He was long dead, but he was in hell just the same.

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Thank you so much.
Taylor

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Excerpt: Seduced by Bloodby Taylor Tryst
He respected Braden on every level, but the way he felt about Nevada…it was the game changer. He hadn't seen it coming, hadn't expected it, but he had to deal with it and he certainly wasn't ready to stand by and watch her die.

They'd lost enough time.

"She's in pain," Gunner said after a moment's hesitation. "She's suffering. I can feel it every time I touch her."

"You aren't going to like this," Braden said with a low curse. He released Gunner, and stepped back, holding his gaze, his brow creased. "Gods…I can't guarantee that it'll even work."

"I don't care what the hell you have to do," Gunner snarled, staring down at Nevada's face and willing her eyes open. He reached out and touched her cheek, smoothing his fingers over her skin. "Just. Do it."

"Very well." Braden made a show of unbuttoning his black Hugo Boss and laying it upon the leather chair beside the bed. He waited for Gunner to step back, and reached out and turned her head to the side.

"And if this doesn't work?" Gunner asked. "What then?"

"She could die," Braden said with a shake of his head. "Or perhaps turn into something worse."

"What could be worse?" Gunner's tone was thick with sarcasm. He couldn't imagine anything more horrific than what he'd become when Braden had turned him a century ago.

"Not a human, not a vampire, but something…in between."

"That's a myth." Gunner had heard the stories over the years, but he'd never seen nor heard of anyone who'd been bitten and hadn't transfigured. "A scary nursery rhyme used to frighten humans…to keep vamps from turning them like cattle."

"Until now," Braden added. "Until you brought her into my compound."

"Her name is Nevada," Gunner said. "She fought to live, fought valiantly to save her partner's life. Hell, she deserves to live more than most."

Gunner folded his arms over his chest, and glanced up at the low-hung ceiling. He felt the room closing in around him like a small, cramped cave. He wished they were topside, that he could smell the air and see the ocean, that he could clear his mind.

Braden cursed in his native Gaelic language, and reached out and took Nevada by the hand, glancing over his shoulder at Gunner. His eyes were shining, his mouth open, fangs extended, ready to clamp down upon his prey.

He hesitated as if expecting Gunner to stop him. As if challenging him to try.

"Just do it." Gunner grimaced, his jaw clenched.

Braden sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over her, her head falling to the side as he drew her in, groaning in anticipation, wasting no more time. He buried his fangs deep within her vein and Nevada moaned, crying out.

Gunner snarled, the sound morphing into the horrifying roar of an angry, wounded beast. He turned away, wanting to flee the room and not being able to move, as if his boots were fastened to the ground.

He had to force himself not to go on the attack, clenching his fists, his knuckles white and his nails digging into his palms. He curbed his rage, possessiveness and resentment consuming his rational mind like fire burning dry grass.

She belonged to him on an elemental level. She was his. He'd bitten her, claimed her by drinking her blood and sharing his vein, something he'd done before.

There was nothing more primitive, more primal—and to stand by and watch another vampire consume her was maddening, an abomination.

Braden drank his fill, massive, greedy pulls from Nevada's vein, as if his thirst was spurred on by the magnificent flavor of her and he couldn't get enough. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples erect, and Gunner could still feel them against his tongue, his lips.

Braden pulled her against him, holding her in a lover's embrace, his chest pressed against hers, and it enraged Gunner to the point of lunacy. He spun around and slammed his fist into the wall, roaring when the steel gave way, though his hand felt as though it'd been pulverized, crushed, splintered into hundreds of tiny fragments.

Braden panted and leaned in, his hips bucking. He was seconds away from lying her flat against the bed and sliding atop of her, from grinding his cock into her thigh.

"Enough," Gunner roared. He couldn't do this anymore. He reached out and grabbed Braden by the shoulder, pulling him back.

"Her blood is…" Braden's body stiffened, his eyes popping open, shining emeralds, his pupils pinpointed black dots. He released her with a gasp, licking his lips, his nostrils flaring and his breath shallow and quick. "Powerful."

"Yes," was all Gunner could say.

He couldn't blame Braden for becoming sexually aroused, for they were forever intertwined, the taking of blood and the feral, hedonistic desire for sex.

His own cock was throbbing, and as much as the idea of watching Braden with Nevada incensed him, the mere scent of her blood, rich and honeyed, a floral note of jasmine tickling his nose, made him hard. The marking of her flesh, the sound of Braden feeding, the sucking and moaning, caused his teeth to ache and he lost his mind, the sharing of fluids, the transfiguration of a human, a potent ritual for his kind.

Even when Braden had bitten him a century ago there'd been the desire to surrender himself in some way. It was foreign, and he was sickened to think about how vulnerable he'd been while on the verge of death.

It'd been Braden who'd controlled himself during his transfiguration, who'd fed and taken nothing more than his blood, and for that he had been eternally grateful.

Gunner closed his eyes and could still feel the beat of her heart thrumming against his chest, the feel of her body beneath his as he consumed her in every way.

Her pussy had been so tight, gripping him like a vice each time he sank into her wet heat, working him as he pounded into her.

Yes, her blood was powerful, her body insatiable, her soul joined to his.

She was his.

Braden bit into his own wrist and cupped her chin, opening her mouth, turning her head into his arm. She parted her lips and Braden gasped when her tongue touched his flesh, her body arching, her lips, her mouth clasping onto his arm.

She drew from his wrist, wanton, as if Braden's blood was the only sustenance she had consumed in days.

Gunner hissed in contempt. He couldn't help but feel betrayed and worse, like a failure. For he alone had not been strong enough to turn her.

Braden purred as Nevada drank, pulling back and breaking the connection with a sigh, his body humming, the air in the room electric.

"There's never been an underling with two masters," Braden said after a moment. He released her and cursed, as if it physically pained him to do so. "If she lives, it will violate our laws."

"I don't care about our laws," Gunner growled. "I've asked you for nothing in the century of my existence."

"Aye." Braden wrapped a towel around his wrist and crossed the room to retrieve his shirt. He glanced at his watch and then to Gunner out of the corner of his eye, lowering his voice as if someone might overhear what he was about to say. "But, I think this might be asking too much, lad. Too much."

Gunner inhaled, smelling the unique aroma of her blood, a fragrance that belonged only to her. His mouth watered and he swiped a hand over his face, having watched her drink from him was too much. He battled the overwhelming desire to kill his best friend, his commander, his sire.

He was long dead, but he was in hell just the same.

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If you would prefer not to, I compltelty understand and thank you for dropping by and reading my blog.

Please contact me via my email addy @ taylortryst@taylortryst.com  if you have any questions or would like to participate.

Thank you so much.
Taylor

Sensations by Tessie Bradford-Interview/excerpt

Vivian Walcourt is completely out of her conservative, sheltered element when she finds herself at an ultra-exclusive adult club. Her free-spirited best friend may think she's in love with one of the owners, but Vivian doesn't believe in whirlwind courtships. Paul Landis never imagined the woman who has haunted his dreams for years would walk into his club with his partner's fiancé. More beautiful than ever, unattached, and worked into a heightened state of horny by the evening's entertainment, he sweeps her away to experience the very special pleasures found behind the closed doors of Sensations.  Interview with a friend and multi-published author Tessie Bradford. Welcome, Tessie.   Tell me about your upcoming release?Emily'sDestiny releases on November 30th.It is an Erotic Gem (short, short story) at Resplendence Publishing. It's myfirst go at writing shifters and it has an interesting twist to the subjectmatter – no actual shifting takes place! My goal was to explore the emotionaldynamics of a non-human threesome.
I had another book release November 9that Resplendence, Sensations! It is anovella set in an ultra-exclusive adult club. Boy did I have fun writing thatsetting!!
What are you working on now? Another Erotic Gem titled Getting Down To Business. It willrelease March 14, 2012!
You're building quite the back list.How many books have you had released?Emily's Destiny will be my 10th!!!!
I know it's hard to pick, but of thebooks you've written, do you have a favorite? My answer to this question changeseach time I'm asked it!??! Right now, I will say Ageless Desires. Being my first, it holds a very special place inmy heart.   
Have you been able to embrace theplatform of social media such as Twitter and Facebook?I'm utterly social media-phobic,Taylor! I already have such trouble keeping up with my emails, yahoo groups,blog, and my friend's blogs to boot. I worry that if I try to do more, I won'thave time to write any more books!
Where can readers find your workonline? My website www.tessiebradford.com is a great place to start! Readers get a glimpse into all my books and the buylinks. Or they can go directly to my publishers: www.respelndencepublishing.com www.jasminejade.com And I blog most Thursdays on www.sevensexyscribes.blogspot.com
What do you enjoy doing when you're notwriting?Read! And I love to cook, play withmy dogs and bug my kids and hubby!
Thanks so much for having me today,Taylor!
Excerpt:
"I'm not going in there.""Oh, hell yes, you are.""I agreed to join you for a drink to toast your freakishly fast, impending nuptials, not to a night of God knows what in a place like this!" Vivian waved her arm in the general direction of the establishment they were now standing in front of. "Have you lost your mind, Carol?""Lighten up, Viv, it's an adult club. A very exclusive one I might add, not Sodom, or Gomorra for that matter, and you've been out of touch for almost forever, plenty of time for me to fall hopelessly in love with the man of my dreams.""Does said dream man know where you are tonight?""Most definitely, he's the owner of Sensations."Vivian's mouth dropped open in shock, and, for a moment, she thought she might pass out as she stared at her friend of almost twenty years. "I've been gone for barely six weeks, not six years! Last night, you announced to me you were getting married, and offered almost no details, which, I'm sorry, I'm still having a big problem dealing with. And now this, a strip club owner? Really?" Viv raked a hand through her wild, red curls. "Honey, let's go back to my place, we can talk this out. I'm thrilled you've met a man who apparently rings your bells, but marriage, so soon? If it's for real, what's the rush? Have you truly thought through all of the potential ramifications?" Vivian's mind raced. She loved Carol with all her heart, wished her every happiness, but obviously she wasn't thinking straight."I promise we'll chat once we get inside, as long as you promise not to be Debby Downer. Tonight, we're going to celebrate." Carol gave her a big hug before linking her arm through Viv's. "Come on, I can't wait for you to meet Colin."Vivian scanned the crowd lined up at the door. "I wish you'd been a bit more specific as to the dress code." Most of the ladies, Carol included, were wearing cocktail dresses. There were lots of sparkles, stilettos, and cleavage. The men were in everything from business casual to tuxedos. "I stick out like a sore thumb.""You look gorgeous as usual."Vivian was surprised when Carol guided her past the people who waited, and walked straight to the door. Standing there with tree-trunk-sized arms crossed over his massive chest was the biggest, scariest looking man she'd ever seen. He had to be at least six five. All exposed arm and neck skin was covered with tattoos. He was bald, and multiple gold hoops decorated both ears. Carol stood on her tip toes and kissed his chin."Hey, Len, how's it hangin'?""Large and to the left, Miss Carol," he replied with a grin, displaying a gold front tooth."Good to know, big guy. This is Vivian Walcourt. She's on the list.""Pleased to meet you, ma'am." She tried not to squirm as he studied her with obvious curiosity. "Enjoy your evening, ladies." He unhooked the velvet rope and motioned them inside.Having never been to an adult club, Vivian had no point of reference, but the tastefully elegant décor, tables set with the finest china, and sultry jazz music wafting through the room sure as hell weren't what she expected. Where were the stripper poles, the cat walk? As they moved through the crowd, at least ten people greeted Carol by name. The bartender already had a drink ready for her when they walked up."How many times have you been here, for God's sake?""Almost every day since Colin hired me.""W-what?" Vivian sputtered."Hold that thought for a sec, Viv. Thanks, Dan," Carol said to the bartender as she accepted the glass he offered. "Okay, Viv, pick your poison. They have a fantastic wine selection, or do you need something stronger?""Um, I'll be designated driver, so how about just a diet soda?""Vodka and tonic it is then, Dan, oh and a big wedge of lime, too." Dan nodded."Carol, my head is spinning enough. I don't think I need alcohol.""No worries, Colin will make sure we both get home safe and sound." Viv opened her mouth to issue another stunned "what", then closed it when Carol laughed and patted her arm. "Hang in there, I'll explain once we're settled.""Here you go, beautiful," Dan said as he handed Vivian her cocktail."Thank you," she replied with a shy smile."Colin's still behind closed doors, Carol, but I'll let him know you're here.""Thanks, and tell him no hurry. We're early, and have lots of catching up to do."Vivian followed her to a large round table on the far side of the room. Instead of having chairs, it was the only one with a semi-circle booth. As she slid onto the comfy leather seat, she noticed the curtained area slightly to her left. A stage, maybe? If so, Vivian was not at all certain she wanted to be sitting this close. She took a healthy swig of her beverage."Okay, I'm listening.""Colin contacted me through my website. He and his partner are opening two more clubs and needed an interior designer. We met, he loved my work, hired me on the spot, made love to me on that very same spot, and we've been inseparable ever since. Wedding is next Saturday at two. Of course, you're my maid of honor. Can you take another few days off? We need to power shop for dresses.""That's it? Interview, sex, wedding, shopping; end of story? I get the fact that you're way more of a free spirit than I am, Carol, but this seems pretty out there, even for you!""I know it sounds crazy, Viv, and nice look of horror by the way, but I'm happier than I've ever been. I never realized where I went wrong in the relationship department until I met Colin. He's exactly the type of man I need. He's shown me things about myself I had no idea I was missing, or wanted.""Wow, you're being uncharacteristically vague. I want to hear about him, who is he, how is he different from other guys? At the risk of opening the flood gates of too much info, talk to me, Carol." Her ten-thousand-watt smile spoke volumes to Viv before she opened her mouth."Okay, let's do stats first. He's four years older than me, six feet something tall, weight proportionate to height.""You are such a smart ass," Viv laughed, shaking her head."He's never been married, has no kids, lives in a mansion, drives a killer convertible, is college educated, and loves to garden." Carol made a production of using her fingers to count her points. "He's attentive, considerate, passionate, and, oh yeah, intense, and demanding in the most delicious ways imaginable. The first time he whipped out his…" Carol held up her hand and waved it in front of her friend."Filter, please! Intimate details are so not necessary, but are you sure what's going on between you two isn't, well, revolving around the physical? It's been quite a while since you dated." "Not as long as it has been for you, sister," Carol reminded her with a smirk. "And yes, our relationship is based on far more than sex, although it is really, really hot sex." Vivian rolled her eyes and groaned at Carol's suggestive leer. "I have no doubt that he is the one I'll spend the rest of my life with. Won't you please try to withhold judgment until you get to know him?"Vivian's heart melted at her friend's pleading tone. She took a good look at her. Something was definitely different. There was a confidence and a glow about her that she'd never had. "Of course I can, honey," she said. "Carol's here, Colin, with a guest," Brad announced through the intercom."Thanks, Brad, I'll be there in a minute.""She said to tell you no rush.""Got it." Colin switched off the audio."Tough break, dude, not even married yet and she's giving you the cold shoulder.""Not hardly," he said with a smile to his partner who lounged casually in the chair on the other side of the desk. "Her friend just got back into town yesterday, been gone since right before Carol and I met. I'm sure they want some time to talk. She's nervous about her reaction to our relationship. Tells me she's a bit conservative.""If that's the case, why'd she bring her here?""I asked her that very question. She said they've stayed friends since high school because of their differences, not in spite of them, and she wanted to show off me and the club.""Isn't that cute?""I find the fact that my future wife is proud of me and my business far more than cute, Paul.""Our business," Paul corrected in a light tone. "And don't get me wrong, Carol's fantastic. I'm happy for you, man. You know as well as I do though, a girlfriend that doesn't approve of her pal's boyfriend has the ability to cause serious problems for the relationship.""I'm well aware of that. Let's at least get a visual of what I'm dealing with." Colin swiveled his chair to face the row of security monitors on the table behind his desk. Paul moved to stand at his side. The women were walking away from the camera, heading toward the booth that was always reserved for management."Her friend's a librarian?" Paul asked, checking out the woman's sweater, knee-length skirt, and sensibly low-heeled shoes."Accountant," Colin corrected, fiddling with the zoom just as both women turned to slide into the booth."No fucking way.""What, what is it?"Excitement slammed into Paul with such force, his breathing became shallow. "TCI Industries, office manager…""Are you sure?" Colin leaned closer to the screen."Vivian Walcourt is the only woman I've ever known who tempted me enough to seriously consider breaking my rule of not pursuing a married lady, and yep, I'm positive."His pulse pounded in his ears, and blood rushed to his cock. Was her loser husband out of the picture? He'd hated the guy from the first time he'd seen him at an office party. Not only had Viv's entire demeanor changed in his presence, but after a few drinks, the bastard had been hitting on anything in a skirt.It had been years since he'd worked at TCI while getting his MBA. During the two years he worked there, he'd lusted hard for his sexy as hell officemate. She radiated natural beauty from her curly red hair, to her rounded cheeks and plump lips, to her womanly curves. Her huge, hazel eyes were always alight with intelligence and whatever emotion affected her at the time. She ran the office with precision, and he'd learned a great deal from her."You were a fucking love-sick puppy over her back then," Colin laughed."This isn't funny. Why in the fuck didn't you tell me?" Paul stared down at him, angry and confused. Colin could definitely be a smart ass sometimes, but this bordered on mean."Whoa, hold up there. I've never met this woman, and Carol never used her last name when talking about her. You know I would have told you."He did, but just like all those years ago, where Vivian was concerned, he lost the ability to think with anything but his dick. He raked a hand through his hair, and moved around the desk, dropping down into one of the leather arm chairs."Sorry, Col. Damn, this is an interesting turn of events. Small world, eh? Oh, shit, is she still married? Has Carol said anything? She must have said something?""I actually know the answer to this one." "I haven't had to beat your ass for a lot of years, but I swear to God.""Oh, like I'd fuck with you if the news were bad, give me some credit. She's been divorced for a while." Relief flooded Paul first, instantly followed by a level of horny he hadn't experienced in forever. "She doesn't date at all, that's one of the reasons Carol worried about her reaction to us.""She will now. Vivian was nothing if not perfectly behaved when we worked together, but I used to get this vibe that she was more than aware of me on a non-professional level.""We need to figure out how we're going to handle this, Paul.""You handle your woman, and leave Vivian to me. She may appear all prim and proper on the outside, but I'll bet my bottom dollar that underneath, there's a hell-cat just waiting to be let out of her cage.""This isn't a damn game. Carol means the world to me, Vivian is important to her, you and I are partners, and Carol is the best damn designer we've had the good fortune to employ. Fuck, this has potential disaster written all over it.""Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence.""Seriously, your track record with long-term relationships is…oh yeah, you don't have one.""I feel as if that's about to change."Buy Now Coming soon fromTessie Bradford and Resplendence Publishing!