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Other Stories in the Valentino’s Delight Series Be Mine by Cerise DeLand Loving Bliss by Regina Carlysle My Booty Call Valentine by Samantha Cayto Lust Becomes You by Desiree Holt Hard Lovin’ by Nicole Austin Lickity Split by Allie Standifer

Going Down The Edge By

Brenna Zinn

~DEDICATION~

Dedicated to the amazing men and women of the United States Armed Forces. I cannot begin to thank you for keeping our great nation safe.

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“Hold that elevator!” I froze at the sound of the commanding male voice. Remembering what I wore under my trench coat, I shifted the heavy Valentine’s gift basket I held to one hand and clutched my coat’s lapels together with the other. I leaned on the Open Door button with the only body part I could, my hip. Footsteps, solid and loud, thundered from the end of the hall. Within seconds, the leather-jacketed form of my neighbor, Steven Cayden, stepped into the elevator. “Thanks,” he said then glanced down at me. Blue eyes, bright with hints of light silver, widened as recognition sank in. A shiver of pure desire pricked my skin. Though we’d infrequently bumped into each other since Steven moved into the building three months ago, those quick moments around him had always left me breathless. Built like a modern, streamlined tank with hardened muscles for arms, he oozed enough masculine sexuality to make my legs wobble and my panties wet. On more than one occasion, I’d had to hold back an irrational impulse to touch him and run my fingers through his military-buzzed hair. My wits scattered like dropped marbles whenever he stood near. My brain and tongue always refused to cooperate, leaving me incapable of rational speech. Rather than continually embarrass myself, I would only smile and nod at him when we happened to see each other. Doubtless he thought me only another dumb blonde with the IQ of a squirrel instead of a Harvard graduate with a doctorate in history. Unfortunately, my education couldn’t come to my rescue as I tried to articulate a response to his simple thank you. Unsure what to do, I averted my attention to the basket weighing down my arm and hoped like hell I would remain upright until I could exit the elevator on the third floor. Once the door closed, Steven reached over me to push the Ground Floor button on the control panel, pressing his huge, six-foot something body against mine. For a crazy moment I wanted to poke at his stomach. Nobody really had

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rock hard abs. Surely the wall of steel pushing into me was a result of wearing a bulletproof vest, not spending hours in a gym. “I don’t think we’ve ever been introduced. I’m Steven Cayden.” Little did he know, I not only knew his name, but thanks to the internet and the insignia on his military uniform, I had also figured out Steven Cayden was actually Lieutenant Commander Steven Cayden, a member of the United States Navy SEAL team. A highly decorated Lieutenant Commander at that. Heart pounding enough blood into my brain to cause a seizure, I verbally stumbled over my own name. “I...I’m Michelle Bishop.” He lowered his lips to my ear. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Michelle.” Hearing him say my name with his captivating voice had my stomach doing more flip-flops than an Olympic gymnast on the uneven bars. The crazy way my body reacted, he may as well have said, “I know you’re wearing nothing but a bra and panties under that coat of yours. I’m going to rip that sucker open and tear your thong off with my bare teeth.” But before I had a chance to utter a word, the lights went out and the elevator came to a screeching, bone-shattering halt. Suddenly, the world was quiet and pitch black. I lost my balance and dropped the gift basket, which thudded to the floor. Had Steven not put his arm around my waist, I would have ended up on the ground next to the cellophane-wrapped present. He ran his hand down the side of my torso. “You okay?” I sucked in a gulp of air. Everywhere he touched scorched me as though his palm were a branding iron. “I think so. What the happened?” “I’m guessing the power went out.” He released me, fumbled in his jacket, and then pulled something out. At the same time I heard a quiet click, a bright light illuminated in his hand. “I’m going to call the doorman and let him know we’re in here.” A few moments later, he turned off his phone, sending the small space back into darkness. “So what’s going on?” I asked. “He said he saw a big flash of light a few blocks over and the entire 2

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neighborhood has lost power. Thinks maybe a transformer blew, but with the snowstorm gusting outside, there’s no telling for sure. He’s going to call the electric company, find out what’s going on, and give me a call back.” Steven turned his phone on again and pressed a flashlight application. “I don’t have much juice left in my batteries. Don’t suppose there are any candles in that basket, are there? We may be here for a while.” Here? Alone with freakin’ Captain America? A lump the size of a small watermelon formed in my throat. I swallowed hard, but the damned thing wouldn’t budge. “I think there are,” I finally got out. “I’m not sure. The basket isn’t mine.” Even in the dim light, I saw his eyebrows arch. He pointed to the mangled gift on the floor “Aren’t you taking this to your boyfriend?” A warm blush crept up my neck and spread across my cheeks. “I don’t have a boyfriend. My brother is out of town and he asked me to deliver this to his girlfriend as a surprise. She lives on the third floor. I left a note on her door earlier today to call me when she got in, but she never did. Since it’s so late, I thought I would just leave it by her door.” I didn’t mention that I had completely forgotten about the Valentine’s basket. With no one to celebrate Valentine’s Day with, I’d put the entire holiday out of my mind. It wasn’t until I had already taken off my clothes and was just about to strip out of my bra and panties for a quick shower before bed that I had remembered the promise I’d made to my brother. Too lazy to put everything back on, I had slipped on the trench coat. With only a short ride down in the elevator and then back up, who knew I would end up getting stuck in the darn thing with the sexiest man in the entire building? “It’s after eleven, so I’m guessing she’s probably weathering the storm someplace else.” He rubbed the stubble on his squared jaw. “Tell you what. I’ll order another basket in the morning to replace this one. No sense us being cooped up here and not using what’s available.” His logic made perfect sense to me. Considering my brother’s girlfriend was a person I didn’t particularly like, I didn’t care if a replacement basket was ordered or not. “Sounds okay to me. Got a knife?” 3

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“Do I have a knife?” He chuckled. “Does the desert have sand?” After reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, he produced a switchblade and flicked it open. “Candles coming up.” I stood back as he cut into the cellophane and then, item by item, pulled out the contents of the basket. Evidently, my brother really liked his girlfriend. He’d spared no expense with his Valentine’s gift for her. Purchased from Valentino’s, the most popular gourmet shop in the Washington, DC area, the basket was filled with only the best of the best. When he finished unloading everything, we not only had four candles, but several boxes of chocolates, edible body paint, a large, stuffed toy bear, perfume, candy hearts, three bottles of chocolate wine, and two wine glasses. If Steven and I didn’t leave the elevator for hours, we’d still have plenty to eat and drink. Sure, we’d be drunk off our asses, but who would care? Steven lit a candle, which provided enough light to brighten up the small room. The tiny flame flickered, bouncing irregular shadows off the walls, making the space look quite cozy. He then opened one of the bottles of wine. When he handed me my glass, I took it with my free hand, which shook with enough force to cause the dark liquid inside to splash. “Why don’t you take off your coat and get comfortable?” Steven sipped his wine. “It’s Valentine’s Day and we finally have time to get to know each other. May as well make an enjoyable night of it.” I tightened the hold on my coat’s lapels as though doing so offered some type of protection from his sexual magnetism. “I’m fine.” Taking a long sip of the choco wine, I nearly choked on my lie. Hopefully the strong, creamy libation would calm my nerves and relax my tensing muscles. Quite frankly, with Mr. Sexy himself so close and looking so damned good, if he even breathed wrong I might end up throwing him to the floor and ripping off his clothes. I’d not had sex in so long, I was little more than a starving cheetah prepared to pounce on its next meal. His seductive blue eyes sparkled in the candle’s glow. “Nervous about being alone with me?” I was so nervous I thought my knees would rattle, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. He didn’t need to know that no man had ever turned me on like this before. 4

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Even Steven’s thoroughly male scent of leather and musk sent ripples of lust from my belly to my pussy. I was fairly certain I’d need to wring out my panties if they became any more soaked. “No. Not nervous at all.” I gulped down the remaining wine and shivered. “Should I be?” Steven put down his glass and stood so close to me, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “If you knew all the very naughty thoughts I’ve had about you since the first time I saw you outside your apartment, you might be.” My heart stopped. “Naughty thoughts?” He had me so cur-flunked my voice cracked as I squeaked out my reply. He nodded. “I’m one hundred percent, red-blooded American male,” he whispered in my ear. “And you’re one exceptionally attractive woman. Of course I’m going to imagine having sex with you.” Waves of lust, hot and urgent undulated deep within me, stirring up a sexually driven frenzy I no longer wanted to control. Releasing my hand from my coat’s lapels, I grabbed his face and kissed him, finally setting free the passion I’d kept penned up since I’d first laid eyes on him. Adding to my excitement, he kissed me back, plundering my mouth and entangling his tongue with mine. So completely overcome by my physical contact with the muscle-bound Navy Seal, I didn’t realize he’d pushed me against the elevator wall and was removing my coat until I heard him utter a deep groan. “Holy fuck me, Michelle.” Steven let out a husky breath. “Do you always run around in nothing but a pink bra and matching panties?” Head spinning, I didn’t know what to say. I really was a nice girl. Making out with a handsome neighbor in a public elevator wasn’t something I’d ever dreamed I’d do. “I can explain.” “Oh, honey, I don’t want an explanation.” He cupped my breast in his hand. “Just give me a second to wrap my head around this. You have no idea how many fantasies you’re single-handedly checking off my list tonight.” With his thumb, he circled the outline of my nipple. The rough abrasion of the lace rubbed against my tender flesh, tightening the nub to an aching point. When he pinched and rolled the hardened kernel between two fingers, an electrifying 5

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sensation pulsed through my blood and caused my eyes to widen. In the darkened room, I saw stars flash and twinkle off the ceiling. Bending over me, Steven placed his lips just below my ear. He sucked and kissed down the line of my neck and onto my shoulder, charting a random course of moist heat. At the same time, he scooped my tit from the confining cup of the bra. Magic fingers kneaded the heavy breast as he continued his descent down my chest. The moment his hot breath met the chilled tip of my nipple, I was certain I would melt and puddle on the floor. “Steven, I—” Before I could finish my sentence, he’d placed the puckered nib in his mouth, drawing on it with mind-blowing suction. For several minutes, he swirled his tongue around the kernel, occasionally using his teeth to scrape at the aroused flesh. When I thought I couldn’t take another moment of the sensual torture, he shifted his attention to my other breast. On its own accord, my head fell back against the wall. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders to keep myself from falling and closed my eyes. I simply gave up and let myself go, allowing myself to fully enjoy the incredible experience. Who was I to stop a decorated SEAL hunk from having his way with me? As far as I was concerned, he could suck on any body part he wanted. I’d never had such a gorgeous, hulking male as a lover before. Plus, he was a war vet. He’d put his life in jeopardy for me and other Americans. In a strange, rather self-indulgent way, I was only repaying him for keeping me safe. Steven hooked a finger under the top of my panties then slipped the warm digit farther down until its tip located my clit. I jerked and tightened my hold on his shoulder. Unable to control the spasms his touch sparked, my entire body shook. He unlatched his mouth from my breast. “Steady now. I’m just getting started.” With slow precision, he lowered himself to his knees, pushing my panties down on his way. His stubbled cheek grazed my stomach. Goose flesh flared over my skin. Expecting the feel of his rough tongue on my abdomen, I was surprised when he pulled away. My eyes flew open and I peered below to see what he was doing. 6

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“No worries.” He grinned, looking more mischievous than a teenager with a pocketful of firecrackers. “I’ve never used edible body paints before. Thought I’d give them a try. Do you mind?” “N-no,” I sputtered as my heart slammed against my ribcage. “Knock yourself out.” “Ah. I do love a woman with an adventurous spirit.” Steven picked up a blue tube and opened its top. “I’m no Picasso, but I’m not in this for the art.” He squeezed the end of the container. A high pitched squeal escaped me when he stroked the paint on the inside of my thigh. “Cold?” “A little.” Actually the paint was as frigid as the Delaware River, but I wasn’t about to say so. After he made several more sweeps of the paint at various spots on my lower body, I looked down to check his handiwork. Blue lines streaked the juncture between my legs and other random spots. I looked like an extra from Braveheart. “You’re right,” I agreed. “You’re not in this for the art.” “Shhhh. I’m getting to the best part.” He licked at the bright brushstrokes he’d placed on my thighs and my abdomen. His mouth, so warm and wet, was close to my pussy but still too far away. I thought I would die from the agonizing anticipation. When his wickedly agile tongue finally flicked over my clit, the heels of my feet lifted from the floor. On my Aunt Beulah’s grave, I swear I heard angels singing. “Like that, do you?” I nodded, my brain too woozy from processing the incredible stimulation to formulate words. “Then you’re going to love this.” Steven stretched the skin around my clit with the pads of his fingers, exposing the aching nub. After wetting his lips, he placed his mouth on the sensitive kernel and applied pressure. Creating a sinuous agitation with the tip his tongue, he manipulated the tender area without mercy. Around and around the lithe 7

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tormentor swirled and twirled at my clit, occasionally slipping lower to stroke my swollen cunt. Like pulling threads of pleasure from my nerve endings and balling them together, the need for release built in the pit of my belly. Higher and higher the sensual tension grew. The draw of energy needed to maintain this state and ward off climaxing taxed my body. Dear God, how I wanted this moment and the erotic feel of his mouth on my mound to last. The nearly overwhelming exertion caused the muscles in my arms and legs to quake. Steven slid two fingers into my pussy. I cried out, no longer able hold back. My nails dug into the soft leather of his jacket as an internal explosion overtook my senses. A wall of ecstasy slammed into me, the force of which wrenched my leaning body forward to stand at attention. Then my knees buckled. Luckily the fast-acting Lieutenant Commander grabbed me as I fell to the floor. He pulled me close and cradled me in his huge arms. I’d never felt so safe in my entire life. “You okay?” He brushed back a long lock of blonde hair from my face. My heart hammered in my chest. Blood pulsed erratically through my veins and rang in my ears. This American hero had rocked not only my world but the entire solar system. I was not only okay, I was higher than an unmanned drone flying over Mt. Everest. “Yes.” I let out a sigh. “I don’t think I want the electricity to ever come back on.” Gazing into his baby blues eyes, I noted how dark the silver flakes in his iris had become. Up close, Steven was even more handsome. High cheekbones, a perfectly proportioned nose, and lips that begged to be kissed made him incredibly attractive. “I’m glad to hear you say that. You’re so smokin’ hot, I’m about to blow my top.” He unclasped the front hook of my bra and fondled my breast. “I’ve got to have you, Michelle. I want to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until you beg me to stop.” My cunt throbbed at the prospect. He was such a big, strapping man. I could only guess just how huge his cock must be. “If you’re looking for an invitation, you’ve got one.” Upon speaking the words I 8

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hesitated, remembering where I was and how I got here. “But I don’t have any protection. I didn’t think I’d end up naked in the elevator with sex on my brain when I left my apartment.” Steven pulled his wallet from the inside of his leather jacket. With one hand, he removed a foil pouch from one of the wallet’s pockets. “I’m SEALs. We always come prepared.” He helped me to an upright position, making sure I wouldn’t tumble over, then stood. Better than any professional dancer I’d ever seen at a club, he stripped away his clothing, casually tossing each piece to the far corner of the small space. When he removed his sweater, revealing an honest-to-God six pack for abs, I had to do a double take, then check myself for drool. I scanned every inch of his sculpted body in the candle’s faint glow. Despite my best scrutiny, I could find no imperfections on the man. There simply were none. Honed and hardened, the light seemed to lick over each ripped muscle from his calves to his forearms as though attempting to taste the warrior. Even his thighs, which were the size of tree trunks, received the flame’s admiring flicker. “Are you for real?” My mouth fell open in disbelief. Had I said that out loud? “Excuse me?” he asked, as he tore the condom’s packaging open. “Ah....” I mentally scrambled for a way out of my embarrassment. Luckily, inspiration hit. I gestured for the condom. “I said I’d like to do that.” “Absolutely. Here.” His mouth formed a quirky smile as he handed the foil package to me. “This night just gets better and better.” I’d been so distracted by Steven’s bulging muscles, I hadn’t yet focused on his equipment. As I kneeled before him, preparing to roll on the condom, I got a good look at his penis and felt my eyes budge. Oh my God. More length and girth than any other cock I’d seen, except for some pictures my girlfriends had sent me over the internet, I was instantly mesmerized. Clearly aroused, his penis stood erect, his balls tight and pulled slightly from his body. Veins, raised and thick, pulsed on the shaft. Its purplish head glistened with drops of pre-cum. I couldn’t let an opportunity like this pass me by. He could fuck me all night 9

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with a tool like that, but I had to satisfy my oral fixation first. Placing a shaking hand on his engorged penis, I leaned closer and wrapped my lips around the glorious tip. I took in as much of the warm rod as my throat could handle. Steven’s legs shuddered. He let out a moan that seemed to travel all the way from his toes to his vocal box. “Oh, Michelle.” He raked his fingers through my long hair, stopping when he reached the back of my head. “You’re amazing.” Emboldened by his response, I bobbed up and down his impressive cock, twirling my tongue over and around the tip when I reached its end. After a few minutes, my sliding hand joined the effort, keeping time with my sucking. When I cupped his balls in the palm of my free hand, he hissed and stopped pumping. “Stop. No more. I don’t want to come like this. I’ve got to try that pussy.” He released his hold of me. “I’ve got an idea, if you’re game.” With some reluctance, I removed his cock from my mouth. I licked my lips, savoring the sweet-salty taste of his pre-cum. “Idea?” I mumbled. “You’ve got a truly fine ass. I’d really like to prop you up on all fours and take you from behind.” He motioned to the large teddy bear. “You can lean over that. I imagine its fur will feel amazing against your skin while I slip my cock in your pussy.” I glanced at the toy animal. Its fur did look soft. And the stuffing would provide an excellent cushion. Why not? “Let’s do it.” I carefully slid the condom over his penis then took my place on the floor. Positioning the bear beneath me, I spread my legs and raised my ass. Drenched and ready for the initial impact of his huge cock, my pussy tingled. This could possibly be the best fuck I’d ever had in my life. The fact Steven was the most gorgeous man I’d ever been with only made the experience better. And to think I had been lamenting Valentine’s Day because I didn’t have a boyfriend. Who needs a boyfriend when you have a friendly neighborhood SEAL stud living next door? Steven moved behind me and slid his hands over the rounded curves of my ass. “Ready?” I pushed back, rubbing my wet slit against his protruding penis in answer. 10

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He held his cock and slid its length in my juices. After a moment, he pressed the tip of his penis into my cunt. Taking his time, he pushed in more. The sheer size of him stretched my pussy. I couldn’t help but wonder if I could accommodate him. “That’s it. Nice and easy,” he encouraged. Slowly, he rocked forward and back, each thrust taking him deeper. “You’re so tight.” Pleasurable pain radiated up from my aching channel as he moved within the taut space. Gripping his cock, the muscles in my pussy pulled on the length with his every stroke. His velvet-like balls slapped against the swollen folds of my cunt as he picked up momentum, adding to my pleasure. Steven had been right about the toy bear. Each time our bodies met, the force of our joining propelled me against the soft fur and into the spongy stuffing. The contrast of the rough scraping the walls of my pussy received from his cock and the plush softness of the teddy bear was sensuality at its best. I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of his sure hands on my waist and his every bucking thrust. Shamelessly, I opened my legs and stiffened my back to meet each push, accentuating the powerful impaling. Perspiration covered our skin after several minutes of our intense physical exertion. Each time our wet loins met, a near thunderclap resulted and reverberated in the small space. As he neared his climax, his cock grew impossibly large and drove even deeper. My pussy tensed. My entire being screamed for sexual relief. I shifted more of my weight and balance onto the stuffed toy. I reached up and pressed the pad of my index finger on my clit. The touch on the over stimulated nub pushed me over the edge and into a star-filled oblivion. “Steven!” I hadn’t intended to cry out his name as pleasure exploded inside me, but I did. Immediately after the word left my lips, he delivered a final, shuddering thrust. He let out what could only be described as a wild mixture of a groan and a growl. The sound, both thoroughly male and thoroughly sexy, sent electrically charged tingles from my cunt all the way to the ends of my fingers. Spent, Steven leaned his muscular frame against me. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest against my back, not to mention his revved heartbeat. He rested 11

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his head next to my ear. “I’m blown away. And I don’t impress easily.” His voice was a breathy whisper. Silly as I knew my reaction was, my heart did a little happy dance at his compliment. “To think I was just going to drop off a gift for my brother.” Elated but exhausted, I slowly bent my arms and shifted all my weight to the plush toy, taking Steven with me. Once on the floor, I couldn’t hold back a contented smile. “Hmm. Funny. I was on my way to the garage to get the rest of my bags out of my truck.” Carefully, he removed his cock, leaving an uncomfortable, hollow feeling within me. Now that I had been fucked by Mr. Navy SEAL, I was ruined. No man would be able to satisfy me so completely. With the grace and ease of a ninja warrior, he rolled off me. “Come here, my surprise Valentine.” He wrapped his massive arms around me and pulled me close. “I generally prefer to wine and dine women before I ravish them. Now that my new assignment will keep me in D.C. for a while, I hope you’ll give me a chance to make this right.” My heart’s happy dance morphed into an all-out rave. But as much as I wanted to jump up and shout with joy at the top of my lungs, I remained calm. Cool. Whatever we had here was just the beginning, and I knew very well how much men loved the thrill of the chase. “If we get out of this elevator alive, I might just do that.” From somewhere near Steven’s jeans, his phone rang. Releasing me, he reached around and answered the call. After a few minutes of talking, he hung up and tossed the phone back on the clothes pile. I raised my gaze, noting the devilish smile spread across his face. “That was the doorman.” He grabbed one of the unopened bottles of wine, our glasses, and a tube of red edible paint before sitting down next to me. “He said the power company found the problem and should have it fixed in one hour. I told him I’d pay him a thousand bucks if he could make it two.”

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~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

Equally at home camping in the mountains of Montana or shopping on the Champs-Elysees in Paris, my journey through life has taken me all over the United States, as well as many places throughout the world. Using my travel experience as a guide and peppering in interesting characters I’ve met along the way, I love nothing better than artfully weaving erotic tales of romance and leaving readers yearning for adventures of their own.

You can visit Brenna at: www.BrennaZinn.com

Loving Bliss by Regina Carlysle Even a rough, tough, badass former Marine knows that Valentine’s Day is the perfect time for a little seduction. So after a stop at Valentino’s Wine and Gourmet Food Shoppe and armed with a decadent bottle of chocolate wine, Noble Loving tracks down Bliss Harper, the star of his most wicked fantasies. His sexy business partner should be firmly off limits but he’s sick of playing by the rules. Time for some new ones. It’ll take a slow hand and some hot loving to convince the lady she belongs to him but this Marine is up for the challenge.

Be Mine by Cerise DeLand Why shouldn’t an eligible man like Jason Sherwood plan a Valentine’s Day merger with a woman whose elegant body melted at his touch last year on February fourteenth? A mysterious woman who disappeared like a wraith. A vibrant creature who came apart in his arms like only the right woman does for the right man. But Mara Richardson left Jason for a good reason…and after a year of looking for her, he still doesn’t know why. But he has to learn. Has to get her naked, wild for him again. Give her those little sugary candies that say, Be Mine, and show her that, despite only hours with her last year, he needs her to be his. Forever.

Lickity Split by Allie Standifer Five years ago Juliet Morgan tossed away the only man she'd ever love and the only life she'd ever want to live. Honorably retired from the Air Force she hops the first plane in hoping there's something left to repair. Trent Joplin's never gotten over sexy Juliet, but it doesn't mean he's ready to open his heart to her again. Five years is a long time to for love to linger, but maybe it's all about scratching an itch. Juliet's ready and willing to do anything to win her way back in Trent's life. While Trent takes her body to new heights of passion, Juliet's determined to sneak her way back into his heart faster than you can say lickity split.

Hard Lovin’ by Nicole Austin After a grueling graveyard shift in the E.R. and tromping through snow, the only things on Olivia Daughtry’s mind are a nice warm fire, a glass of chocolate wine and some quality time with her vibrator. Being interrogated by a tenacious cop wasn’t anywhere on her list of things to do. There is too much at stake for Officer Hall to follow department policies or go easy on the sexy suspect. But nurse Daughtry is one tough cookie and the harder he pushes the hotter she gets. From handcuffs and an improvised gag to little blue candies, Hall will do whatever it takes to get the correct answer to his very important question.

My Booty Call Valentine by Samantha Cayto A snowy Valentine’s Day means pizza for one and another lonely night for the nowdivorced Aaron. Or so he thinks. Then a knock on his door introduces him to the decadent delights of choc-wine and sexy new Senate staffer, Susan. She’s offering him one night, but if he’s a very good boy, it might turn into more.

Lust Becomes You by Desiree Holt Kylie Monroe fell in love and in lust with Sam Cooper, reaching new highs of ecstasy as they explored the world of BDSM. She foresaw a rich life together filled with love and erotic sex. When Sam dumped her to pursue success in the legal field, telling her there was "always tomorrow," she never quite recovered from the hurt. Ten years later, Kylie's still gun-shy in the love department and frustrated in the sex department. Nobody could replace Sam. Then on a snowy Valentine's Day she has an unexpected opportunity to reconnect with him. But can Sam persuade her their love is real this time? Can he woo her back with the kind of sex she'd been missing?