He wanted to hate her, but how could he? He felt protective of the naïve young woman.
When Janie is sent to live among the Sioux, she is met by a proud native, as well as his sarcastic remarks and smirky grin. She wants to hate him, but she needs him to survive on the reservation, where life is filled with hardship. Beneath the hard exterior and demeaning words of the proud man lies a warrior with a heart of gold, but he will never allow the privileged young white woman to know the truth about him, or let down his guard in her presence, no matter how much she needs or wants him. He has other intentions.
“You want me to leave, don’t you? You have done nothing but give me a hard time since I got here, with your paleface comments, your smirky grins, your blame, and your backward thinking that I can’t do anything. You are a male chauvinist pig!” Janie could see him clench and unclench his fists and she knew she had gotten to him.
He turned around, pulled her to him, and locked his legs around hers. He placed his strong hands on her face and bent her head back. “You have no idea what I am thinking.”
She stared at him, her face smooshed between his warm brown hands. He towered over her and she felt as if she were shrinking by the second. The blue eyes that stared up at him were kind with their sparkle and their naïve brilliance, and he wished he could build a protective shield around her and keep her for his own.
“What… what is it now, Janie?”
“My face is squished.”
He wrapped her long brown hair around one hand and gently kissed her parted lips. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it had, and he didn’t want to stop. He kissed her with passion, and in a way that was new to young Janie. He couldn’t get enough of the woman whose skin was as white as snow. When he felt the slender arms on his back, he held her closer. When he finally found the strength to pry his lips from hers, he held her to his chest and kissed her neck.
Janie turned her head to breathe, and thought about how she had watched him sleeping earlier that day when she stopped at the door to his room. He had worn absolutely nothing, with no blanket covering any part of him. He was perfect… all of him. His chest was broad, his stomach like a washboard, his legs as thick as tree trunks, and what lay between them was meant to be hers and no one else’s. She had tiptoed quietly by, wishing she were not a virgin.
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Dr. Michael Talbot lived alone in his peaceful island paradise until a young woman mysteriously arrived needing his help. After their chance encounter, he never expected to see her again, but she returns to the island when he least expects it, and changes his life forever.
It was early July and an unusually cool day on the island when they first met. The sun was bright in the sky, a gentle breeze wafting in off the ocean surface, and Michael was on the deck of his beautiful home with his easel in front of him, palette in one hand and brush in the other. He had taken a few days off, something he rarely did, before the height of tourist season arrived. A half finished seascape complete with a white sailboat far in the distance graced the easel when suddenly his concentration was disturbed by a voice from the road that formed a curve in front of his house.
“Excuse me, sir. Do you know the name and number of a local towing company or someone who can help me?” hollered a sweet and youthful sounding voice. “I was run off the road by some idiot in a truck that’s two big to be on the island anyway. My VW bug is stuck in a sand dune about a mile from here. He didn’t stop to help and I think he was drunk.”
Michael looked at the beautiful blonde goddess and quickly ascertained by her attire that she was a tourist probably headed to one of the beaches south of the city for a day.
“Sure. Come on up.”
“Thanks.” The woman became more beautiful to Michael the closer she came to him as she ran up the eighteen steps leading from the sandy ground level to the deck. “I’m Julianna.” She placed her soft little hand in his for a quick shake.
“I’m Michael. Nice to meet you.”
With an artist’s eye, Mike studied her quickly – long blonde hair that fell upon her shoulders and lazily trailed down her back in loose curls, sparkling blue eyes, fine eyebrows, a nose that fit her face perfectly, nice lips that were made for kissing, and cheekbones that could carry a blush better than any he had seen.
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Adonis Rising: When Leah falls in love with a man who shares her interests and dreams, she knows he is the one for her. What she doesn’t know is that he carries with him dark secrets and a past that nearly destroyed him. She tries to understand him, but he pushes her away and into the arms of another man. When this new man learns the identity of Leah’s on again off again lover, he realizes that he, too, is involved in what could be an entanglement of the most dangerous kind.
Black Raven: When Vicki notices a small tear in the wallpaper of her old house, she discovers a hole in the actual wall. Tearing down the thin plaster, she finds a room of thick cement. Searching the internet for information about the houses in her neighborhood, she learns that years ago the area had been part of the Underground Railroad for runaway slaves. With a plausible explanation for the room that seems awkward in its placement, she runs her hands along the cold cement and the faded scribbled names. One appears to be Wilson but the last name is unclear. A voice from behind her booms, “Wilson Jones.” A stunned Vicki turns to see a tall, dark man with full lips and bulging muscles.
Inheritance: When Anya reluctantly agrees to a year on her family’s ranch, a rite of passage by all who are born into the great Brandywine Empire, she expects to be met by a driver in a limousine but instead sees a pickup truck covered with dried mud. As she is helped into the dirty vehicle that smells of manure, she silently curses her father for imposing such hardship upon her, but one look at the sexy cowboy whose hands are on the wheel of the aromatic vehicle and Anya decides that a year away from the arrogant moneyed men of her world may not be so bad.
Scheme Weaver: Sadie believes she has found true happiness when she meets a young veterinarian. Her ex, however, harbors bad feelings toward her and resents her ability to move on without him. When Sadie agrees to visit him in an effort to provide some form of closure for the two of them, she discovers that her ex has become a wealthy man in a very shady business. He makes her an offer that she may not be able to refuse without risking her life or the life of her new lover.
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The beautiful young bride of the town’s wealthiest man has been missing for several months and rumors of her whereabouts are rampant. Some speak of murder at the hands of her husband. Others claim that the young beauty died at the hands of a jealous ex-boyfriend. She could have run away, but why would a woman throw away a life of luxury? When a group of friends begin to search for her, they quickly discover that their lives are in danger by those determined to keep the woman’s whereabouts unknown.
I inserted the key into the key hole and opened the front door. Without a word, Ash and I walked inside. The hall was huge and decorated with expensive looking furniture, and decoration pieces made of crystal lined the shelves. Pictures of Nigel’s forefathers hung on the walls. The people in the pictures had an air of importance around them, similar to Nigel’s.
“You look downstairs,” I told Ash. “I’ll go and check upstairs. Meet you back here in a few minutes.”
“What am I supposed to look for?” Ash asked in a whisper.
“Don’t know,” I answered. I wasn’t even sure what to look for myself.
I began ascending the huge staircase. A huge portrait of Mr. Nigel and Devona greeted me at the landing. They looked happy to me. Nigel looked less serious and arrogant and Devona was beautiful in a pink gown. Giving the picture another look, I walked to my left and opened the door to a bedroom. I opened the drawer next to the bed and found a photo album full of pictures from Nigel’s and Devona’s wedding. The more I looked, the more their marriage appeared as if it had been a private affair. The entire photo album showed only the bride and her groom.
It took me a few minutes to realize that I was bound to a chair. “People know that I’m here,” I yelled at him.
He didn’t seem to listen and gently stroked Devona’s long blonde hair. I looked around the attic. Jars filled with red liquid lined the wall behind Devona. I noticed my cell phone near her chair smashed into pieces.
“Why?” I asked as I tried to loosen my hands.
“Devona is special,” he said, and I watched him pick up a syringe from a table. “My master told me that.”
“Who is your master?” I asked. He has gone totally crazy.
“Shut up!” he yelled at me. “Do not speak of my master with your filthy mouth.”
I tried to move my feet, but they were bound as well. I turned my head. There wasn’t anything sharp in my reach either. I needed to escape from this place.
“It was my master’s doing,” he said, pouring the blood into a jar.
I noticed that the attic door behind me was open. If only I could move the chair a little. I slowly began to push the chair toward the attic stairs.
I was grabbed by my hair and couldn’t catch my balance.
“You imbecile!” he yelled. “My master will be proud to hear that you are dead,” he said, and I saw him raise the knife.
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Willow the tree has been watching her family for the past eight years. During that time, they have endured a terrible trauma, but there is nothing Willow can do. She is merely a tree. All of that changes when Malan, the eldest brother of the family, returns home from college and Willow realizes that she would do anything to speak with him, and the feelings she has for him she cannot explain. She believes there is no hope. There is no way to change from one life form to another. When a white dove tells Willow that she can trade her thirty remaining years of life as a tree for one year as a human, she quickly agrees. But in making that choice, she realizes that she may have signed on for more than she bargained for. After all, a year is hardly enough time to heal a human heart.
“How are you doing, beautiful?” asked Malan, leaning out of his bedroom window. “You waiting there for me, like usual?” Malan climbed out of his window on the second story of the house. Tonight he wore plain pajamas and no top, and his hair was in disarray. As he climbed down the decorative ladder with wild vines on it, love pounded through Willow’s body. Malan made his way over to her and smiled so broadly that she knew he was happy to see her—maybe even as happy as she was to see him.
“I want to become a human no matter what it costs me.”
“And it will cost you a lot.” The dove examined her with large, bright eyes. “Once this has been done, it cannot be undone. There are terms and conditions before you turn human.”
“What are they?”
“As a tree, you will have forty long years of life,” the dove said. “As a human, you will get one year until you die. That year is yours to be with whom you wish, but the moment your time is up, you will perish and die regardless. Are you willing to give up thirty more years as a tree to be a human for only one? Think carefully.”
The quality of life as a tree wasn’t bad, but humans had something more. They could laugh, dance, and play. As a tree, she could echo her thoughts to the birds and send messages to her friends, but it wasn’t really the same thing. Now, as she stared at the house, she realized what she truly wanted―to be a human so she could be a part of that world. Especially Malan’s.
“I want to be a human.”
Suddenly, Malan began to remove his clothes. Willow jumped backward, frazzled. She had seen his body when he was younger, but now things were different―now she was human. Her face became hot due to feelings she could not explain, and she jerked around, pretending to examine a woman with an endangered species of bird upon her underwear.
“You know,” Malan said with a joking tone, “if you want to hang around with me, you’re going to have to look at me in a swimsuit. I brought you one, too.”
A red bikini hit her square in the head, knocking all embarrassing thoughts from her mind.
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When Katie reminds Dan of the bet he made with her, which to him had been meant as a joke, he reluctantly agrees to his promised reward of a weekend for two. When he finds the young woman missing from their cabin at the lake and notices that the screen door has been very deliberately and precisely cut, he fears that Katie has been kidnapped. The man who knocked on the door of the cabin earlier had seemed a little nervous, but is Katie now in the hands of a killer, or is her disappearance just another of Katie’s fairly harmless pranks?
Dan cursed as he stubbed his toe on the way to the door. Who the hell was knocking in the middle of the night, especially way out here? His hand was on the doorknob, and then he immediately backed away. He had watched too many murder movies. “I’m the perfect victim out here alone.” He cleared his throat, and tried to sound tough. “Who is it? I have a loaded rifle in here?”
“Ooh, I’m so scared.”
The giggle that followed was too sweet to make Dan angry. He opened the door, and Katie walked right past him, trying to stifle a giggle. “Where’s your loaded gun, tough guy?”
“It’s three in the morning, Katie. You don’t drive by here by accident. What gives?”
“A bet’s a bet,” she stated, as if Dan was supposed to know what she was talking about.
“You forgot our bet?”
He leaned over as if to bow. “Forgive me, Miss Katie. It must have slipped my mind.”
Dan was sleeping soundly when the screen door in the living room was very carefully and decisively cut and a stranger dressed in black entered the living room. The hooded man turned briefly to look down the hallway. Then he wasted no time getting what he had come for.
Katie awoke to a cloth being shoved into her mouth and tied around her head. She tried to fight but the stranger wrapped the blanket around her and easily carried the protesting small body out the screen that he had so easily cut. Katie struggled as hard as she could to get away from the man she did not know. He pushed her legs against her chest and threatened her. “Stop struggling, Katie, or I will kill you. Your young tight body will be found at the bottom of Tuttle Creek Reservoir.”
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