Title: Kitty Kat
Author: Anne Kane
Author website: www.AnneKane.com
Genres: Paranormal, erotic romance
Themes: Shapershifters, Men and Women in Uniform
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Kat hasn't always been a stray -- but times are tough, and when she lost her job, her no-good boyfriend dumped her. Now she lives in a deserted basement and scrounges for food behind the restaurants in the better section of town, while attending school during the day. Jake feeds scraps of his dinner to the fluffy little con artist from time to time as he walks his beat, and he can't get the sassy stray off his mind. He feels a strange affinity for the feisty little kitty so he decides to trap her and tame her. What he doesn't realize is that she's a shifter, and she'll con his heart right out of his chest
“What the hell?” Jake lunged against the restraints that held him and glared at the naked woman standing at the foot of the bed. “Who are you and what the hell do you think you’re doing here?”
“Tsk. Tsk.” The woman grinned at him, her pink tongue darting out to lick at those full lips. “You’re in no position to be asking questions. She tested the tightness of the cord she’d used to secure his feet to the bedposts. Giving it a satisfied nod, she strolled to the side of the bed and trailed a finger across his chest. “My name’s Katarina, but you can call me Mistress. I’ve come to punish you for your evil deeds.”
“Evil deeds? You’ve got to be kidding. I’m one of the good guys. You have the wrong guy. I’m an Enforcer. I took an oath to protect the less fortunate in this screwed up world.”
Katarina shook her head. “I know you’re an Enforcer, and I’m sure you’d like me to believe that makes you a good guy, but I happen to know you have used your position to capture and detain helpless women. That hardly makes you a nice guy, if there even is such a thing anymore.”
Jake stared at the woman in disbelief, racking his brain to figure out why she looked vaguely familiar. It had been so long since he’d gotten lucky he was finding it hard to concentrate.
His captor was bare-assed naked except for a delicately woven, jewel studded collar around her slender neck. Long, multi-hued brown hair lay in sleek waves around her shoulders, reminding him for a moment of the little cat he’d rescued from the warehouse earlier that evening. In contrast to the shiny hues of her hair, her skin was the color of a mocha latte, light brown with just a hint of creamier shades. Her small breasts stood perkily alert, the dusky nipples hard and pebbled as if he’d already run his palms across them. A tiny waist and flat belly flared out to wide hips he ached to touch.
His gaze went to the apex of her thighs where a nest of creamy brown curls hid her pussy from his sight. He was positive he’d never seen this woman before, there was no way he’d have forgotten such a wild beauty. Who the hell is she?
The light touch of her hand on his hip made him jump, startling him out of his reverie. “Am I to your liking?” She licked her finger and trailed it across his nipple, leaving a wetly gleaming trail in its wake. “Not that it matters. I find your body appealing, and I intend to use you to satisfy myself.” Her eyes sparkled as she perused him. “I’m sure you’ll prove quite adequate.”
Jake blinked. “Adequate? You’re going to rape me?”
She laughed, the sound light and joyful. “I don’t think the word rape applies, Mr. Enforcer.” Her gaze dropped to his groin where he felt his shaft already standing at attention at the thought. “You seem to be a rather willing, if not downright eager participant.”
Title: Love and Wishes
Genres: Paranormal, Futuristic
Author: Anne Kane
Jenna has a secret -- her alien blood makes her completely lose control during sex. It takes a strong man to be able to stand up to her demands, and so far she hasn't found one strong enough to want to come back for more. On the eve of the biggest Sci-Fi convention in the known universe, she makes a wish. Now it's up to Doug, the sexy troubleshooter from the Wishes Gone Wrong department of Wishlabz Inc. to make sure it comes out right. Because a wish gone wrong can be a very dangerous thing...
Doug laughed. “Hell no. He’s just out for the next forty-eight hours or so. Little known fact about Tra’toni; they have a very sensitive pressure point at the base of their skulls. Press it hard enough, they drop like a stone and stay there for a long time.”
Relief flooded through her. “So why don’t we stay and clear things up with security?” She looked around as he changed direction, hustling her down a long corridor away from the main conference area. “The exhibits are all the other way. Where are we going?”
Doug draped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in for a long heated kiss just as a couple of people decked out in futuristic armor exited one of the side corridors and hurried past, chattering away in galactic standard.
His lips locked over hers and he thrust his tongue deep. Want and need slammed into her like a freight train careening out of control, while his hands slid down to mold the shape of her ass. She’d been anticipating a long night of passionate lovemaking before she’d realized her wish had gone so horribly wrong.
Heat coiled in the pit of her stomach and sent tendrils of erotic fire darting through every nerve. She suddenly didn’t care where he was taking her, so long as there was a sleeping platform there. Or a table. Or a floor. Or a kitchen counter. Right now, she’d be quite happy to fuck standing up right here in the corridor. Damn! She needed some action, and soon. He broke off the kiss as quickly as he’d started it, and Jenna shook her head in bewilderment. “What the hell?”
“I didn’t want that couple to be able to identify us later. Now all they are going to recall is two people making out in the corridor. They didn’t even get a good look at our faces.” He urged her further down the corridor. “My job is somewhat discreet, and I don’t want anyone connecting us with the big guy lying on the floor back there.”
He stopped in front of an access panel, and Jenna realized that they were in the outer rings where the passenger ships docked. Producing a plastic data card, Doug slipped it into the I.D. panel. The door cycled open with a quiet swoosh, and he motioned her to precede him.
A short walk down the corridor led them to a ship’s entrance port. “Welcome to the Gryphon.” He patted the ship affectionately before placing his hand on the security panel to allow it to identify him. “Best little spaceship in the galaxy.” The entry slid open smoothly.
“Nice.” Jenna couldn’t care less about a bucket of bolts. “Where’s your stateroom? You do have a stateroom, don’t you?” She ran a finger down the thin material of his shirt. “With a bed?”
Doug blinked, looking nonplussed for a second before a dark grin lit up his face. “Oh, yeah. I see you aren’t the shy and retiring type.”
“Nope.” Jenna shook her head and slipped aboard the ship. “I like my sex hot and hard, and I don’t care who knows it.”
“You’re not completely human, are you?” Doug flicked his palm across the control panel, and the entry port slid silently shut behind them.
“Not entirely.” Jenna wondered exactly how much he knew. Someone had obviously sent him to rescue her from her wish, but had they told him about her alien blood?
“Not that it matters, but your eyes have an exotic look to them that’s a real turn-on.” He lifted a hand to trace the line of her eyebrow. “And the color is the most amazing mix of blue and green… I’ve never seen anything quite like them.” He shook his head. “Sorry, sometimes I get carried away. Would you like a tour of the $Gryphon?”
“Just the stateroom.” She could feel darts of liquid heat roaring deep inside her; something about Doug had her libido racing into overdrive. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could resist the urge to rip his clothes off and have her way with him. “You did say there was a bed in there?”
“Right.” A sexy grin turned up the corner of his mouth. “Personal attention first. Tour of the $Gryphon later.”
Jenna leaned in to place a tantalizing kiss square on his lips. “Much later. Lead on.”
Doug dropped his arm around her shoulder, reaching down to brush his fingers over the outline of her breast. Jenna found herself glad that she’d worn a thin skin-suit to her disastrous meeting with the alien. She looked forward to removing even that small barrier to his hands.
“Bulkhead’s down here.” Doug wrapped both arms around her waist as they stepped into a void in the deck. Her breath caught in her throat as the floor fell away beneath her feet and they dropped for a fraction of a second until the levitation field kicked in to moderate their descent. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt solid ground beneath her feet. Doug tugged her down the corridor and stopped in front of a doorway. Plucking his helmet off with a gallant flourish, he gestured her to precede him. “Welcome to my lair.”
Title: Stranded on Earth
Author: Anne KaneBuy this Book: http://www.amazon.com/Stranded-Earth-Anne-Kane-ebook/dp/B014T2D3H6/
Liisa’s passion is books, the kind they used to print when humanity still inhabited Earth. The only authentic collection in the galaxy is located in a museum housed on old Earth. Needing a break from work, she came to Union Station to indulge in an orgy of reading. Of course, she didn’t count on falling asleep in the library and missing the last flight off-planet before the winter season suspends interstellar traffic. Jake is a sergeant in the Space Militia. . He lost the draw this year and stayed behind when Earth was evacuated for the winter. It’s his job to make sure the mutant life forms spawned by the nuke wars don’t break through the museum’s barrier. He’s resigned himself to a long, lonely winter fighting mutants and boredom. When he discovers he’s not alone on the frigid remnants of Man’s home world, he knows he should be a gentleman and keep his hands to himself, but spring is a long way off and Liisa’s charms are hard to resist.
EXCERPTHe leaned forward to stroke one strong finger down her cheek. “They announced the departure of the last shuttle three times. You must have been sleeping like a log not to hear them. They don’t keep track of who’s on which transport so they wouldn’t know you were still here.”
Liisa shivered under his touch and worried her bottom lip with her teeth.
The man stared. He leaned forward slowly, his hesitation giving her plenty of time to object, to move. She didn’t. She wasn’t sure she could. His mouth covered hers with exquisite gentleness.
Shock held her immobile. Except in her dreams, gorgeous men did not just decide to lock lips with her. This had to be the most bizarre day of her life. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feel of his warm masculine lips joining with hers. This close, she could smell his unique male scent, slightly sweaty from his exertions with the dead creature. A subtle hint of musk teased her senses.
She knew it was a bad idea but she didn’t care; she ran her tongue across his lips. He tasted strong and male and aroused.
The stranger wrapped two big arms around her, bringing her in close to his muscular body. His kiss became aggressive, his tongue demanding entrance.
Liisa opened her mouth without hesitation and allowed him to delve deep, to explore every nook and cranny. He suckled on her tongue, nibbled small bites on her lip. His hands swept up to free her hair from its braid and let the strands slide between his fingers.
He let go of her lips and lifted his head so he looked directly into her eyes. “Guess we skipped introductions. My name’s Jake. What’s yours?”
“Liisa.” Her usual vibrant personality had deserted her. She didn’t think she could string a single coherent sentence together if her life depended on it.
“That’s a pretty name.” Jake stroked one hand through her hair while he used his other arm to keep her close against him. “Move over.”
Liisa shifted obediently. She could get used to strange hunks ordering her around. Instead of sitting beside her as she’d anticipated, Jake scooped her up in strong arms and laid her full length on the sofa. His big body stretched out over hers, blanketing her. She could feel the hard length of his erection pressed aggressively into her stomach.
“Are you always this bossy?” she asked as she wriggled her hips under him.
“I’m a drill sergeant. Giving orders is what I do.” He lowered his head to the hollow of her neck and inhaled. “You smell like flowers and sunny days topside of a planet.”
“Does everyone do what you tell them?” Liisa ran one hand over his brawny arm, loving the hard male feel of him. Her few forays into intimacy hadn’t been with anyone this, well, male.
“Mostly. It’s safer that way.”
Jake licked her neck, working his way over to her throat. Her pulse beat erratically under his questing tongue.
Liisa raised one eyebrow in query. “Safer? How so?”
“Well.” Jake shifted his weight, setting one hand free to slide under her shirt and cup her breast. She felt his cock jerk against the sensitive skin of her midriff. “If another one of those nuke-spawned creatures breaks in here, I’ll have to kill it. I don’t need to be worrying about you at the same time.” He ran his thumb over her nipple and smiled when it stiffened under his assault. “You obey me. I protect you.” He rolled the responsive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Looks like it’s going to be one hell of a good winter.”
Liisa knew she should be outraged at his macho assumption that she couldn’t protect herself. This was the twenty-sixth century, for heaven’s sake. The problem was she felt incredibly turned on, by both his caveman attitude and his very clever fingers. Time enough to assert her equality after she got what she wanted. And she wanted Jake, nice and hard, buried deep inside her.
Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy Jack Russell terrier, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, a bossy little calico and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance, and her fate was sealed when she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing and just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission. Since then she had published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.
Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, motorcycles, swimming, skating, karate, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.
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