I’ve loved romance novels since I picked up Kathleen Woodiwiss’ “The Flame and The Flower” when I was 17. Reading became an obsession, writing them became a dream. There’s something about the chemical reaction to that lightning strike of love that just makes my heart melt. That’s what I hope to convey in my books. It’s all about passion.

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Jaci Burton

Laced With Desire

Seduction is a cinch in these four all-new sizzling stories
from the hot authors of Unlaced…

Jaci Burton breaks the rule of mixing business with pleasure when two professional rivals cross paths at a tropical resort. She figures she can handle a fling with no strings attached. He’s out to show her that she figured wrong.

Jasmine Haynes explores the lust of a former supermodel who needs to finally fulfill a no-holds-barred sexual fantasy. Finding two men to do it with is easy. But are they up to giving her all the pleasure she’s been denied?

Joey W. Hill reveals the erotic bond between a master and the beautiful submissive who stole his heart. Recapturing their night of unparalleled passion won’t be easy—until a specific piece of lingerie comes into play.

Denise Rossetti goes beyond the limits of desire when she pairs a battle-scarred veteran of love and war with a woman who’s just as fearless and twice as dangerous. What happens between them is positively combustible. But what a way to go.

Every touch is
Laced with Desire

Excerpt

“So I’ll tell you what, Clay. You come clean with me and I’ll do the same. Tish told you why I was coming here, didn’t she?”

“No. She didn’t. But I was kind of hoping you would.”

He was telling the truth. Damn. She and Clay had gotten close after James’s death. But not that close. Not close enough to divulge her desperate need for sex.

“Um . . .”

“You didn’t know that guy, did you?”

“No.”

“Okay.” He looked away.

“What?”

“I thought you had come here to meet someone.”

She blew out a breath. Explanation time. She hated this. “I did.”

He shifted his gaze back on her. “But not him.”

“No.”

“Then who?”

She shrugged. “I have no idea.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“I know. This is difficult for me to explain to you. You and I . . . we don’t have the kind of relationship where I can talk about . . . intimate things.”

“Oh. Well, sure we do. Okay, we don’t. Not yet, anyway. But we can.” He leaned back and slung his arm across the back of the bench. “You can tell me anything, Ella.”

She probably could. And Clay got around . . . a lot. He knew things . . . about sex. About relationships. Maybe he could help her figure this out. If she could survive the embarrassment.

She took a deep breath, then let it out. “I’m here for sex.”