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“Night Pleasures” in Wild Nights
Anthology with Kate Douglas and Sharon PageKensington Aphrodisia, September 2006
| ISBN-10: 0758214898 |
ISBN-13: 9780758214898 |    
 Samhain
Night is a time for relaxing society’s rules, a night of sexual
excesses to propitiate the gods, when amateurs may dance in the strip
bars of the Pleasure Quarter without repercussions. It’s also the best
time for necromancers to conduct illegal magics.Desperate to protect
her great-grandfather’s well-earned eternal rest, Alana flees to the
Pleasure Quarter seeking safety … and finds more than she expected in
the arms of an intriguing neighbor. Reviews
Recommended Read!
“An exceptional tale that was able to draw me in with beautiful writing and wonderful characters. Alana and Colin fit each other perfectly, and their erotic journey . . . is breathtaking to read.” “An action-packed, sex-studded race . . . [that] flows so well from one scene to the next that you find yourself out of breath just from reading it. . . . I love the way Ms Dante blends the mystical with the erotic and the mundane with the magic.” “A delightful read that readers are sure to find pleasing . . . unforgettable . . . enthralling and Colin was to die for.” “An intriguing and magical romantic tale” —Tallyn Porter, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Excerpt
Alana stopped in her tracks, a shiver of dread sending shards of ice through her veins. Another simulacrum stood framed in the entry, just beyond the bouncer, rocking on its legs as though something was pushing it back while it attempted to move forward. The bouncer stood with his back carefully turned to
the restless simulacrum. If it made to come in, he wouldn’t stop it. On
Samhain, when spirits walked, no one got in their way, especially when
the spirit was obviously the product of illegal necromancy.She
scanned the floor for other exits. One led to the champagne rooms,
another to dance rooms for customers who wanted privacy. Neither area
had windows or an exit and the door behind her led only to the
restrooms, the back office and the storeroom — which was not an option.
That left only the stairs to the private rooms for those who wanted a
bed and more time, but there was no other way down from there. The simulacrum turned in her direction, all but facing her, as if it knew she was watching it.To
evade detection, she spun around, hoping to duck into one of the
alcoves along the walls, and ran smack into a solid, leather-clad
chest. Mobile sensual lips filled her vision while large, hot hands
caught her shoulders as she stumbled back, rebounding from the impact. “Going somewhere?” A mellow tenor with the deep rumble of a hungry lion. |
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