The ELLORA’S CAVEMEN: SEASONS OF SEDUCTION I anthology includes the following stories: “Choosing Madison” by Sherrill Quinn, “Club Vamp” by Allyson James, “Come Howling” by Denise Rossetti, “Her Lance-Alot” by Delilah Devlin, “Lyrael’s Sacrifice” by Jory Strong and “Dance of the Plain Jane” by Lillian Feisty.
Ellora’s Cave ♦ ISBN eBook: 9781419910159
Contemporary ♦ Release Date: March 21, 2007
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ISBN-10: 141995623X ♦ ISBN-13: 978-1419956232
Format: Trade Paperback ♦ On Sale: March 21, 2007
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Shy Jane Holliday has loved sexy Navy SEAL Michael Sky from afar for over a year. But one night the sultry beat of an exotic drum loosens her inhibitions and empowers her to seduce her dream lover.
It’s the wrong time and place, but the instant Michael spots the veiled dancer weaving her sensual magic he’s stopped dead in his tracks. His hands itch to touch not just the curve of her undulating hips but every spot on her enchanting body.
But having Michael run out on her after she’s revealing her deepest, darkest desire reminds Jane that trust is a difficult issue.
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The dancer emerged from the side hallway. It became clear that in a moment she was going to be right in his path, blocking his exit. He held back, waiting for the least noticeable moment to make his escape—by nature he was a man who kept to the sidelines. He gave the woman a quick scan to see what had his teammates in such a state of sexual excitement.
She wore a bra that clasped behind her neck, its cups decorated in coins that dangled and swayed with her slightest movement, the tinkling sound floating across the room. Michael conceded she had nice breasts, high and shapely, but not too big a handful. Unless a guy had small hands, which he didn’t.
She was barefoot. How did she glide like that? She seemed constantly on the balls of her feet, and they never ceased moving. Her red toenails whirled beneath her full blue skirt, giving him peekaboo glimpses.
The drumbeat sped up a little and her hips moved with the rhythm. Her arms floated beside her in a serpentine way as she moved into the center of the room.
Nope. Not his type. He liked his women blonde and lean—skinny, even—like his last girlfriend. Of course, Trixie thought those little pink sweetener packets made up their own food group, which probably meant she was killing herself to stay thin, but that didn’t change the fact that she looked just like every other woman he’d dated.
His type of women.
This belly dancer, though—she definitely had a belly. It shook gently as she did some shaky thing that could only be described as a belly roll. Okay, it was an impressive move. But this whole thing was about the belly, wasn’t it? Hers was a little pooch that contrasted against her narrow waist. It shouldn’t have been sexy. So why was his cock suddenly stirring? Something so womanly, so beautiful and feminine…it symbolized all the things he had eliminated from his life.
A rose vine tattoo climbed across her abdomen. The bright red and green ink started beyond his view beneath a coin-covered sash tied low on her hips, and wound its way up, above her hip bone, climbing around her lower back. He’d give anything to see where that rose vine began. The thought made him wonder what her pussy looked like, what she smelled like.