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Seven steamy tales that are sure to heat up the holidays from the authors of the immensely successful Alluring Tales: Awaken the Fantasy. Each of these authors uniquely brings something special to her story—perhaps a bit of paranormal, or humor, or fantasy. And together they have created one of Avon Red’s most popular anthologies.
ALLURING TALES 2: HOT HOLIDAY NIGHTS
The holidays are heating up—with seven wickedly sensual stories guaranteed to spice up those chilly winter nights!
“Wish Upon A Star” by Sasha White — A professional dominatrix wishes upon a star, and her fantasy appears—an insatiable alpha male in biker boots who’s literally out of this world…
A psychology student goes online hoping to live out her steamiest fantasy—and ends up on a hot mystery date with a wickedly imaginative stud who brings out her inner pole-dancer. . .
A determined lady comes home, burning for her girlhood crush—a sexy lawman who totes a big gun. . .
A creative ad man’s passion is aroused when he sees his buttoned-up coworker in a revealing new light—dressed in sizzling red satin on a giant billboard. . .
A tall, dark, handsome warlock finds himself obsessed with his “familiar”—a sleek and sexy cat-woman who turns out to be the purr-fect lover. . .
She was always hot for big brother’s best friend—and now her erotic dream is here in the taut and tempting flesh. . .
A pair of fugitive lovers finds themselves warm and toasty in a sultry Caribbean paradise—and ready for some red-hot fun in the sun. . .
“Sasha White is one of my favorite authors of BDSM romances. She knows just how far to go with the BDSM scenes to inspire new fantasies for her readers, and she always does a splendid job of building a believable romantic connection between the Dom or Dominatrix and their submissive.” ~ Jennifer at Wild on Books
Top Pick at NightOwl Romance!
“Alluring Tales 2: Hot Holiday Nights is a compilation of wicked fantasy tales written by seven brilliant authors. Each little story is in and of its own an exciting and enchanting journey into the life of two people that have their own fantasy to work out, each colliding at just the right moment, or just the right way for the sparks to fly.” ~ Night Owl Romance
Where have all the good men gone? Seriously.
Women often say it as a joke, but it’s a very valid question, Sarah Williams thought as she glanced around Diamonds, the exclusive club where she was to meet her next client.
“Your drink, Miss. Sarah.”
“Thank you, Lisa,” she said as she took the glass of wine from the topless waitress. “Is Mr. Redmond
here yet?”
“Not yet, ma’am.”
Sarah watched as Lisa sauntered away, breasts jiggling, ass wrapped in the red velvet and fur of half a Santa’s helper costume. She was an attractive girl, and Sarah briefly entertained the thought of what it would be like to play her. Except, despite the holidays, Sarah wasn’t at Diamonds for personal pleasure, she was there to work.
It was a nice club, but standing on the upstairs balcony looking over the railing she realized she was tired of the whole scene. It was always the same; full of people who were so completely wrapped up in their own fantasies that they couldn’t see the reality right in front of them.
Then again, that was how she made her very lucrative living. Somehow, she’d managed to go from being a woman who enjoyed dominating others to a woman who got paid to do it.
At first getting paid to do something she loved was a thrill, but then it became work. It became work because being the best at something drew people willing to pay for the best. Now, she had an extensive list of clients of who paid whatever she asked for her to spank their bottom — because it was a fad.
She cringed. When had BDSM become a fad?
Shit, when had she stopped looking for a good man, a good submissive, in order to cater to the many? Men who wanted her were everywhere, but where were the good men?
Sarah spun on her heel and headed for the rooftop patio. While she couldn’t pinpoint the exact date when her train had gone off the tracks, she knew why it had. She’d drifted from the close-knit community where she’d trained as a Domme because they’d let her. No one had called her to see why she’d stopped attending the play parties, or why she didn’t show up at any of the events. No one had missed her.
The cold air hit her skin as she stepped onto the roof and she shivered. She’d drifted because she had no anchor.
Tugging her little leather jacket closed Sarah walked to the edge of the building, leaned over the metal railing, and looked down at the ground three stories below her. People hustled along the sidewalk two by two, or four by four. Cars drove past, full of people out to have a good time. It was two days until Christmas and the people of San Francisco were rushing about, getting ready for family and celebration.
Heart heavy, Sarah tore her gaze away from the beautiful happy people below and looked up at the star-studded sky. It wasn’t often she could see even one star up in that sky. One of the pitfalls to living in the middle of a large city; the lights of all the high rises and skyscrapers often obliterated the night sky. But not that night. For whatever reason, the sky was blacker, and the stars brighter than normal.
She stood there for a moment, wineglass in hand, and wondered if she’d always be alone.
A yellow streak blazed its way across the sky and the childhood chant leapt from Sarah’s lips automatically. “Star light, Star Bright, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight…” her pause was less than a second, “and tonight I wish to find one good man to be my other half. I wish to find my soul mate.”
The falling star disappeared and Sarah bit her lip. It was silly to hope, especially when she knew that in — she glanced at the watch on her wrist — fifteen minutes she’d be entering one of Diamonds private rooms and going to work. It seemed like all she had these days was work.
Just as she turned to walk back into the club, a blinding flash went off. When the spots cleared from her eyes and she could see again, a giant had appeared directly in front of her.
And he didn’t look happy as he glanced down at his clothes, then around the rooftop.
Sarah gave her head a shake and took a step back. “Where the hell did you come from?”
“Earth?” He ignored her and shouted at the sky. “Gods be damned, not now! Couldn’t you have sent someone else?”
She peeked around him at the door to the roof. It was a good twenty feet away, and still closed. She took another look at the guy in front of her and knew he hadn’t come form inside the club. Denim jeans, biker boots and tight white t-shirts were not the standard mode of dress for Diamonds clientele.
Unease stiffened her spine. “Excuse me,” she said as she started to step around him.
That got his attention. His gaze snapped to hers and her heart stuttered. Lord, he was fierce.
Pure emerald green eyes gazed at her from beneath thick dark brows, one of which was dissected by a scar that ran to his hairline. Taut skin covered sharp features softened only by full sensual lips.
Excitement rippled through her. “Yum.”
“Here we go,” he muttered and held out his arms, as if for her inspection.
Blood heated and began to pound through her veins, everything else forgotten except the man in front of her. Tearing her gaze away from his mouth, Sarah took a better look at the rest of him.
He wasn’t exactly good looking, but there was something about him – an energy that was undeniable, and totally hot. Maybe it was the dangerous thing he had going on? Big, tough and rough were certainly words that fit. At least six and a half feet tall, and thick with muscle, he looked like a warrior from Sparta. Broad shoulders, contoured chest, flat stomach, trim hips, and long strong legs. He would be a wet dream in nothing but a crimson cape and a loincloth.
Ohh, and the passion that shone in those eyes. He would be a wicked ride, for sure.
“Do I meet with your approval?” he rumbled.
The sarcasm in his tone woke her up. It wasn’t passion in his eyes. It was anger.
Giving her head a shake Sarah straightened her spine and met his forceful gaze. “It takes more than a good body to earn my approval.”
“Whatever.” His muscled shoulders rolled, as if he were shaking off his own thoughts, and she wondered why he wasn’t shivering in the December air without a jacket on. “Let’s get this over with already. What can I do for you?”
“Excuse me?”
Large hands lifted, gesturing at her. “You called, and I came. I see no immediate danger, but your call got through for some reason, so you’ll have to tell me … What can I do for you?”
She pursed her lips and tried not to think about what she’d like to do with him.
Jesus, Sarah. Get a grip! Part of her realized she should be scared, a big bad biker dude just appeared out of thin air in front of her, but she wasn’t. Scared that is. A bit worried about her own sanity, yes. But not scared.
Other authors and stories in this anthology
Peaches & Cream – Cathryn Fox
Indecent Exposure – Delilah Devlin
Forbidden Pleasures – Lisa Renee Jones
Billboard Babe – Myla Jackson
That Old Black Magic – Sylvia Day
Silver Waters – Vivi Anna