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  He raised his head and cupped her bottom, lifting her into each downward thrust. She cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations building within her. Hard, deep, he filled her again and again.

  Tingling heat gathered low in her belly. She clutched his shoulders hard. Her inner muscles gripped him as the sensations unwound. He shuddered violently, a satisfied groan escaping his throat. The hot splash of his release sent her over the edge. She trembled and moaned as pleasure crashed over her.

  He eased her legs to his hips and settled between her thighs, their bodies still fully joined. She brushed the hair away from his damp face. He chuckled and did the same.

  Content and sleepy, she glanced at the colorful horizon. “Wasn’t the sun setting when we began?”

  “It’s on a sort of loop.” He paused for a lingering kiss “As soon as it sinks below the waterline, it starts coming up again”

  She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist. “That seems to apply to all sorts of things.”

  Cyndi Friberg

  Cyndi has been a member of Romance Writers of America since 1999 and also belongs to two local chapters of RWA. She is the winner of multiple national contests, including The Molly and The Merritt. In 2003, she was chosen as a finalist in the prestigious Golden Heart, as well as winning the Jasmine with Rebel Angels 1: Born of the Shadows. After dabbling in freelance journalism and songwriting, she returned to her true passion: paranormal romance. Visit Cyndi on the Web at www.cyndifriberg.com, or email her at [email protected].

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  Desert Moon: Cael

  by Alicia Sparks

  Available Now from Loose Id

  Desert Moon: Cael

  “Do you come to me willingly?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you understand that I own you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you know what that entails? That I shall not harm you, but that I do control you. You are mine: your body is mine, your soul is mine. Do you agree to this?”

  “Yes.”

  She had not yet looked at him. He needed to see her eyes, needed to see the honesty there. If she did not come to him freely, he would not have her. He had no room for a woman who did not wish to bend to his will.

  “Look at me.” He tipped her chin, bringing her eyes to meet his. They glowed golden. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” She licked her bottom lip as she spoke.

  “Then tell me what it is you understand.”

  “I am yours. You have brought me here to be your slave, to be yours. I shall obey you and honor you.”

  “Do you sincerely mean that? If you don't, you shall be set free. I want a woman who is willing…”

  “I am willing.”

  “Then do not interrupt me again.” He let a slight smile curl his lips as he spoke. “Once more. Do you come to me willingly?”

  “Yes. What is it you wish?”

  “I wish for you to undress and serve me dinner. I wish to eat it from your naked body. Will you do that for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “What else will you do for me? What have they taught you? What skills do you possess?” He still had not released her chin and knew she wouldn't move until he did so.

  “Whatever you want. I am yours.”

  “Do you have no desires of your own? Tell me what you wish.”

  “I wish to serve you, to please you, to bring you pleasure. That is my only purpose.”

  “And what do you get in return?”

  Her plump bottom lip refused to stay dry as her tongue darted out once more. “I get pleasure beyond any you could imagine.”

  “For being my slave?”

  “Yes.”

  He moved his hand from her chin. “Then please me. Undress.”

  He took a step back and watched as she moved. Her hands went to her blouse, which she slowly, torturously began to unbutton. One…two…three. Creamy flesh emerged from beneath the blue silk. As if undressing for a stranger were the most natural thing in the world, she tossed the blouse aside and stood there in her see-through undershirt, her nipples, pink and puckered, standing at attention.

  He let out an audible moan before he could stop himself. Her hands went to the fabric, to lift it over her head, when he stopped her. “No. Leave it on.”

  Obeying, she moved her fingers down to her long, willowy skirt. Bending forward, causing her breasts to spill forward, she pushed the skirt to her ankles, leaving a wisp of lace behind. The V -shaped outline of her pubic hair practically glowed beneath the white fabric. His cock grew hard as he imagined how it would feel to nestle in that foliage and sink into her depths.

  “Take those off,” he said, his voice catching in his throat.

  When her fingers hooked into the sides of the lace and began sliding it down her legs, his throat went dry. Clearing it, trying to shake the cobwebs from his head and remember that he was the one in charge, he took another step backward, as if in retreat.

  “Let me look at you.”

  She stood there, her hands at her sides, and as if she felt his desire, her eyes locked to his, the golden glow deepening.

  “No. I want to see all of you.”

  She reached for her undershirt.

  “Leave that on. I want you to turn around and bend over. Spread your legs for me so I can look at you.”

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  What people are saying about the writing of Alicia Sparks

  Desert Moon: Ah-Ten

  I haven't read sex scenes as erotic as these in a long time. Ms. Sparks has created a fascinating universe in her Desert Moon series, one that I hope to revisit very, very soon.

  -- Tanya, Fallen Angel Reviews

  This book is awesome and so good you won't put it down until you finish it. Ah-ten is sexy and bold with an alpha attitude that will rock your world… Lovers of fantasy must pick this one up.

  -- Angel Brewer, The Romance Studio

  I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys stories of fantasy and the paranormal. Desert Moon: Ah-ten is most definitely a keeper!

  -- Susan White, Coffee Time Romance