When the weather turns hot, it's time for a quickie! Three of Alana Church's favorite short stories in one great bundle! A young woman gets oral lessons from an unexpected source. An aspiring MMA fighter meets his hero in the Octagon for a sexy sparring match. And a star quarterback makes a naughty bet with his lovely tutor. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the "Hot Flashes!"~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~From "MILF Tutor's Naughty Gamble"Miss Frazier put her hand on his wrist as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Before you call your parents and tell them you passed, I think we have something else to discuss? A certain debt I owe you?"Cody looked at her, and then away, ashamed. "Yeah. That." He took a deep breath. "Listen, Miss Frazier," he began."Bailey," she said."What?""My name," she repeated, "is Bailey."He blinked. "Okay. Bailey. Listen. I...I can't ask you to do that. Strip for me. It wasn't right, that bet. You've done so much for me the last few weeks. I'd...I'd feel...""As if you had sullied the purity of the teacher-student bond by making it something dirty and sexual?" Miss Frazer asked. She put her fingers on the first button, undoing it. "Ah, Cody. Debts owed must be paid. Or they will nag and fester." A second button, exposing a line of creamy skin. "You're not going to get off so easily."He stared at the growing expanse of female flesh. "What?" he croaked."You're not going to get off easily," she explained. "Because it's going to be your job to get me off as many times as you can between now and when my son comes home. You've got maybe two hours.""You mean..."Her dress was completely undone, hanging loose from her neck to her trim thighs. He could see the inner curves of her breasts, her flat belly. Her loins were clad only in pair of wispy silk panties."I'll put it in small words. What I want, Cody, is for you to screw me until I can't walk straight."And then she grabbed him by the back of the head, pulled his head down, and kissed him with sudden, savage hunger.Jesus Christ!Cody had been kissed before. By Becky, of course. And by a couple of girls before that. He had been laid for the first time when he was sixteen, shortly after Jacksonville High had beaten Quincy for the first time in like a decade. He had thrown four touchdowns in a second half comeback that had led to a ninety-second spot as Male Athlete of the Week' on one of the Springfield TV stations.But no one had ever kissed him the way Bailey did. Her nails dug into his scalp and she moaned into his mouth as she pried his lips open with her tongue. And once inside, she plundered him, her tongue sliding along his teeth. When he didn't respond to her quickly enough, she nipped his lower lip hard, the sharp spike of pain demanding his attention.Cody growled under his breath and answered her wordless challenge. With one hand he pulled her close, his fingers digging into the skin of Bailey's rear through her dress. With the other, he slid his fingers up her side until he was cupping the firm mound of her breast. They kissed, mouths and tongue battling until they were both gasping for breath."If I tell you to do something, I don't want to hear you asking me if I am sure. It's been a long time for me. I want a man. And I want you. Sometimes I might want it soft and sweet. But that time is not now. Do you understand me?"

The MILFs keep coming and coming! In the third volume of this best-selling series, four older women get what they want! A sexy librarian chooses a lucky student in "His Lusty MILF Librarian." A lonely woman joins a secret club in "Valen-Teen's Day!" A perverted man of the cloth gets what he deserves in "Preacher's Perverted Cuckold," and tennis lessons turn sexy in "Game, Sex, Match!"~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~"Just relax," Ingrid purred into Ben's ear. "Don't look around for anyone else, and don't look guilty." She ran her free hand down the length of his arm, until their fingers were tangled around the handle of his racket. "We're not doing anything naughty. And I am definitely not giving you a hand-job out in front of God and everyone. That would be completely inappropriate. I'm just helping you out with...your grip," she sighed, as her fingers found what she had been looking for and began to massage him. "It's a good thing you've lost all that weight," she remarked conversationally, as he began to thicken under touch. "Or there might not be enough room in here." Ben was shaking all over, as if he had been outside all day in January, but the part of him she was most interested in was responding quite nicely to her skilled fingers. Ingrid sighed wistfully. She did love younger men. They were so uncomplicated, so willing. And their bodies were so...enthusiastic. You didn't even really have to try.But truth be told, she certainly enjoyed it when a young man was so transparently interested in her. And the feel of him, hard and thick and tumescent, so broad around the base that her fingers couldn't quite circle his full girth, made her doubly determined to win the match against Amanda and her greasy-palmed husband."You can tell?" he asked. "That I've lost weight?" And there was so much desperate hope in his tone that Ingrid was half-tempted to turn and take him in her arms then and there."I can," she answered. She began to move her hand quicker. So far, no one had noticed, but their luck wouldn't hold forever. And if she didn't make Ben climax soon, someone would start to wonder why they were standing so close, and where her hand actually was. "You're looking good. Way better than when you showed up a couple months back. How much weight have you lost?""Over twenty pounds now," he ground out from between his clenched teeth. "I'm using notches on my belts that...Jesus...I haven't used since I was in college.""I thought so. Now me," she said with a low smile, "I get all the exercise I need on the court and in the bedroom. I bet you'll find out the same thing."Can't you see it, Ben? The two of us, hot and naked and sweaty and screwing like a couple of animals?" Underneath her heavy, clinging, sports bra, her breasts were almost painfully sensitive, drawn up into hard, thick buds. "That's what we could be doing, if you and I win."

Princess Kitiara is a brat and she must be tamed if she is to become queen. Over the course of three books, she sets out on a journey of erotic discovery, as those who know and love her best indulge her carnal desires. Male and female alike, they reward her and punish her as needed. Will they be successful in "Claiming the Lusty Royal Brat?" Find out!~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~"Harder, Nora. Harder!"Lady Eleanora Tentrees, daughter of Baron Warner Tentrees and Heir's Companion, paused, the deerskin flogger hanging limply from her hands. Smiling, she leaned down over the figure on the bed, trailing the thongs over the vulnerable curve of her lover's bottom. "What did you say?"Princess Kitiara Tanthalasa, daughter of Laurelin Tanthalasa, heir to the throne of Delania, looked up through the shining fall of her night-black hair. Her backs and buttocks were scored with thin red welts, and she strained against the silken cords which tied her wrists to the posts of the huge bed she often shared with Eleanora. "Please," she whispered. "I need it.""Need what?" She leaned forward, drawing a finger across red, plump lips."The pain. I've...I've been bad. I deserve to be punished.""Oh?" She reached a hand under the princess' body, smiling as Kit body arched upward in pleasured response. "What terrible sins have you committed?""I...I....I voted against Mother's proposal in council yesterday. I was rude to Lord Whiteside two days ago. I...." She writhed on the bed. "For the love of the seven gods, Nora, please!""Wicked tramp," she whispered, leaning down. With the expertise borne of months together, she caught Kit's mouth in a blazing kiss. At the same time, her arm rose and fell, whipping the flogger across the skin of her buttocks. Once, twice, a third time, and on the fourth, Kit shrieked into her mouth, her body quaking as she finally found the release she sought."That was good," she said a few minutes later, after Nora had released the ropes. Her sweaty body was curled into her companion's arms. Nora held her lovingly, her hands softly caressing the welts the flogger had left behind.How strange. The queen had chosen her to be the Heir's Companion when she was only thirteen years old, and Kitiara a spoiled, vain, tantrum-throwing child of seven. It was only after she had discovered that Kit was being abused by her nurse, whose husband had perished in Prince-Consort Welston's rebellion, that things had started to heal inside her. The frightened child, whose world had been turned topside-down by her father's death and her mother's remarriage, had grown into a lovely woman of twenty years, with a quick wit, a wise heart, and a slender, comely body which caused most of the men at court to stare at her in longing.But somewhere deep inside was the tiny seed of guilt which drove her to sometimes seek pleasure in pain. Since they had become lovers during a visit to her uncle's kingdom of Chernavog, most times Kit was content to please and be pleased in the way most women found comfort with each other. With lips and fingers and tongues, they had explored the heights of ecstasy together, sometimes aided by the cunningly-crafted toys her uncle had gifted them before they returned to Delania.But every three weeks, or four, some inner demon woke in the princess, and then her sins needed to be paid for, driving her to violent needs, and even more violent release. Then Nora used the flogger, or the tawse, or the paddle, or the flat of her hand, to leave the marks of passion on Kit's olive-hued skin.

Eve and Ashley never expected to find anyone when they explored the old military bunker high in the Alps. But the lovely, dark-haired woman wasn't just an alien from another planet, but a scout who had been in hibernation for over a century! Awake at last, Tezla is going to use the couple to slake her desires! Will she be humanity's savior? Or its curse? Find out in "Unfrozen Horny Nympho Alien!"~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~Oh, it was so good. Back home, back on Diadem, the act of masturbation was viewed suspicion just short of open hostility. Those who held themselves as moral arbiters of the planet thundered that it would only lead to more depraved acts of indulgence. Even when she was alone in her ship on one of her missions, in the depths of space with not another living soul around, Tezla had been wary, ever mindful that her every action was recorded. But now the pleasure was incredible, greater than she had ever found when she partook in one of her rare, carefully-hidden sessions of self-love. Her body tingled. Surges of electricity seemed to leap from her body to her brain and back again, feeding off each other, and she rubbed herself more rapidly, needing the release that only her climax could give.Tezla didn't know why she turned her head. Perhaps she heard something, on a level below awareness. Perhaps there was a shift in the air. Or perhaps her senses, honed to a razor's edge by scout training, told her that someone else was awake.Awake. And watching her.She turned her head. Eve lay beside her. Her head was pillowed on one arm. But her eyes were open. Tezla could see the faint gleam. And could see, even more faintly, the rich curve of her parted lips.Tezla froze, overcome by mortification. The shame! The disgrace! To be caught with her fingers on her privates, as if she was some outworlder who had no sense of how civilized people behaved."Poor little girl," Eve breathed. "Do you want some help?"Tezla felt her eyes widen. She thought she had been aroused before. But nothing had prepared her for the bolt of searing lust woken by Eve's words."Help?" she breathed. "How?""Oh, in so many ways." Her smile grew wider. "There are things women can do for each other that men..." One shoulder lifted in a shrug. "They do their best, poor things. With the wits God gave them, and with the bodies God gave them. But there are some things," she added, lifting a finger to trail down Tezla's arm, making her shudder, "that women can do better themselves.""But...you belong to him.""I belong to me," Eve corrected. "Not to Ash. I love him. And he loves me."And more important, he understands me. He knows I have desires he can't answer. We had a nice long talk about it, a long time ago. I have his permission to stray." Her smile grew a bit lopsided. "Within certain limits.""And does he?"The smile grew more genuine. "Also within certain limits." Eve shifted closer, putting her hand flat on Tezla's stomach. It seemed to burn her through the cloth, and Tezla shifted, fighting back an urge to throw herself into the other woman's arms."Shouldn't you ask him?""I don't have to. When you know and love someone as deep as Ash and I know and love each other, there is no need." Her hand began to caress her. "I already know the answer.""In that case," Tezla whispered unsteadily. "Please help me."

It's erotica that's out of this world! For the first time, four of Alana Church's sci-fi stories in one anthology! Whether it's in your home town or in outer space, when horny aliens come to visit humanity, the only answer is yes!~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~From "Sexually Transmitted Desire":That's when it happened. Despite what Ariel had said, he hadn't quite believed it. But Stacey's scent suddenly rolled over him, intoxicating in all of its wonderful complexity.She was like a flower. But not like a rose. It was more subtle, more complex, with inner layers that made him close his eyes and breathe in deeply, trying to puzzle out every hidden meaning.~Yes,~ Ariel's mind voice held more than a hint of a hidden smirk. ~You are compatible. Very much so.~"Albert?" Stacey's voice was faint. "Are you wearing a new cologne?"He looked at her. Her eyes were wide, and she swayed toward him, her chest heaving as she inhaled deeply."Damn," she breathed. "That smells so good." Before he knew it, her hand was splayed across his chest, her fingers wide. She moved closer. "You smell good. Why didn't I ever notice that before?""I don't know." He thanked the fact that his jeans were substantially more roomy than they had been a few short hours ago. Otherwise, the evidence of his arousal would be plain for anyone to see. "I want-''Whatever he had been about to say was interrupted by a thunderous roar. A large car, its engine idling menacingly, pulled up in front of the house.Stacey scowled, pulling away from him. "Jerk," she muttered.The front door of her house opened, and Lauren bounced down the front steps. It had been several weeks since he had seen the young woman, and it seemed she had made quite a change to her wardrobe. A tight, midriff-baring top, stenciled with the words, 'You Can't Afford Me,' barely contained a pair of breasts which were at least as large as her mother's. Below, she wore a skirt...well, Albert supposed it had to be a skirt, because it seemed too long to be a leather belt. Regardless, when she raised her arms to indulge in a long kiss with her boyfriend, it rode up so high on her thighs that Albert could see the bottoms of her buttocks."Lauren." Stacey's voice was tired. "Where are you going?""Out. With Chad." She nodded at the man, who was leaning against the car."When will you be back?""When I get back." She tossed her head and climbed into the car, her hair a cascading river of black. "Don't wait up."By the way," Lauren called, as the car growled back to life. "You're looking good, Bert." She raised her voice as she leaned out the window. "Maybe you can help Mom get that stick out of her butt!"As the car rounded a corner and disappeared, Albert looked at Stacey, then away, clapping one hand to his mouth to muffle his laughter."You think that's funny?""No." He tried to put on a properly sober expression, then gave up. "I was just reminded of all the times my little sister stormed out of the house when she was a teenager, screaming that no one understood her and she hated us all."Which would have been hilarious even if she weren't five foot nothing and cute as a button.""Lauren isn't cute," Stacey growled."No." He smiled. "She's a beautiful young woman. I'm sure it's just a phase."Stacey scowled up at him. "Are you fantasizing about my daughter?"

Owen didn't set out to be a hero. When he rescued the woman in the grocery store parking lot, he was just trying to help. But as a result, he found himself gifted with a strange copper bracelet. Now women around him are acting strangely. Over the span of one glorious summer day, Owen's life is turned upside down. Will he accept his destiny as the messenger of a divine being? What will be his fate, and that of the women in his life, on this wonderful “Satyr Day?”~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~Phoebe sighed. “Owen, sometimes humans really are most remarkably dense.“Did you really think you could accept the gifts you have been given, go on with your life, and not have to give something in return? For everything there is a price.”“And what price will I have to pay?” Owen asked tensely.“Why, belief, dear child. Faith. Eventually, possibly, priesthood. Fortunately,” she said, the smile in her voice clear, “the laws of your nation are amazingly lax. You can set yourself up as a priest of Bacchus and the only thing that will happen is that people will look at you a bit strangely.“Some of the women you...serve...will be drawn to you. And your new faith. Anaya. Isabel. Samara. Or Wendy, for example. There's a lusty piece of ass. I wish I had known her when I was male. She would be a perfect choice to help lead your new temple. She could draw in converts by the dozen. Male and female both.”Owen's temper, already frayed, abruptly snapped. “This is ridiculous!” he shouted. “I am not a priest. I am not going to start a church worshiping some long-gone Greek god. I am not going to have a herd of horny women around me who worship Bacchus and bring in converts.”Phoebe's voice grew cold. “You don't want it, boy? Fine. Take off the bracelet. Throw it away. Throw it all away. Go back to your tedious, soul-sucking job. Beg for hours as a delivery boy, scrape for tips. Live one step up from poverty, if you can.“Get your precious diploma. Find a job. Marry a woman with goals as small and petty as your own. Accept mediocrity. Deny the possibility of beauty and power and passion.“And for the rest of your life, you'll always wonder.“What if.”

Three arousing tales of paranormal love, sex, and desire!Gaelic Goddess - Thom Phelan inherits an incredibly sexy fertility goddess from his hated grandfather.Holy Water - Charlie Schuler returns from war to reunite with a beautiful river spirit who has very erotic plans for him!The Snow Maid - Bill Carter is rescued from certain death by an immortal nature spirit whose lusty sensuality stuns him!~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~“My parents think I'm strange, you know,” he told Lily. They were sitting companionably on the bank of the creek, tossing pebbles into the clear water, their feet dangling in the stream. The sweet smell of plum blossoms floated by them in the warm breeze.“I wish you had let Maggie see you when I brought her here,” he continued, somewhat peevishly. “Or Mama. Then they would know you were real, and not an imaginary friend. Mama told me not to talk about you where anyone else could hear me.”Lilaea ignored the subject, just as she did any she did not wish to discuss. “The turtles are out,” she said with a smile, pointing at three lumpy objects basking in the sun.Charlie followed her as she turned, and the breeze brought the scent of her hair to his nose. He shifted uncomfortably. Over the past year he had been growing more and more aware of Lily's physical presence during their time together. In fact, it was now a rare day when he did not have to duck into the barn after spending time with her and bring himself to shuddering release.Today Lily was wearing a dress which seemed to incorporate all the flowers of spring. Thousands of delicate petals were somehow woven together into a multi-hued pastel garment which clung to her body like a second skin. From his vantage point beside her, he could peek down the open neckline and see the swells of her breasts.She turned back towards him, her eyes wicked, and he flushed crimson.“What were you looking at, naughty little boy?”“I'm not little anymore,” he said, stung by her tone. “I'm taller than you are now.” Indeed, that had been a day to savor last autumn, when he finally passed her in height.Lily flipped a hand dismissively. “All little boys are the same. They all want what they can't have.”Hardly daring to breathe, Charlie reached out his hand and took hers, their fingers entwining. “I'm not like other boys,” he said.She turned her head and looked deep into his eyes. He sank into them, feeling as if he were drowning. She cupped his cheeks in her tan hands, the cool skin a balm on his hot face.“No, you're not." Soft as a whisper, her lips brushed his cheek, making him burn.

It's out of this world! For the first time, author Alana Church bundles four of her tales of the supernatural! Angels, aliens, ghosts, and sexy shapeshifters! They all have one thing on their minds! To find a willing human. And these humans are VERY willing!~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~From "Star Seed":"Chara, when we first met, I called myself Estelle DeLight," Andi said with nervous honesty. "After that, when you guessed my nickname, I let you call me Andi. But my name, my true name, is Andromeda Estelle Selene. I don't know what my parents were thinking. It always made me wonder if they'd gotten high the night they chose my name. But I was named for the stars. Andromeda is our name for the closest galaxy to ours."I am not sure whether it's fate, or simply coincidence. But I love you. I want to be with you. Before you leave me, I want to be your lover."Chara's lips curved in a secret smile. Without speaking a word, she dropped her towel and walked to Andi. Her hands brushed across her hips and shoulders, and suddenly her bikini vanished. With a tiny pop of displaced air, it reappeared, neatly folded, on a chair nearby. Andi swallowed. "Well. That seems to be a useful trick." She was proud that no sign of a quaver entered her voice."Indeed," said Chara. With no warning at all, she was nude as well, her swimsuit vanishing as if it had never existed. Her eyes gleamed with amusement as Andi's eyes widened. "Which also means the trick works for us both." She stepped into Andi's arms. She closed her eyes against a wave of emotion. "Andromeda," she said musingly. "It fits you, my love. Bold and beautiful, and unexpectedly complex." Her arms tightened around Andi's waist. "But I must confess," she said, her eyes glinting. "I have not had intercourse in this form. You will have to be my guide."Andi looked down between their bodies. Their breasts brushed against each other lightly, and she shook with the depth of her desire for this wonderful creature. "I feel...tingly," Chara said softly. "In my belly. Whenever I look at you. I know your society has a taboo against public nudity, but when we are together I want to take my clothes off and touch myself. Especially here." Her hands drifted down to her groin. There was a soft strip of fuzz which matched the hair on her head, tightly curled. "And I want to touch you as well. All over. It hurts to pull myself away when we are close."Andi smiled. For one of the few times since she had met Chara, she felt on firm ground. She placed her hand over Chara's. "That is one of our erogenous zones, sweetie. Women have many. Far more than men, poor things." She stroked Chara's shoulders, feeling her fever-hot skin. She wanted to wrap her body around herself, to bask in her glow. "Don't hold back on my account. Do what feels good.""Really?" Chara looked up gratefully. With a groan, she spread her legs.

We all know the story of The Futa Infection. Now, for the first time, learn how it started in this anthology. How one Futa-woman became two. Became three. Until women everywhere were transforming into sex-hungry futanari, eager to share their hard, throbbing passion with women and men alike! Contains "Futa Farm Girl," "OMG Now I'M a Futa!" And "The Futa-Doctor is In!"~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~I love her so much.It was evening, and the sun was down. After their dinner, they sat out on the back yard, under the swingset Jackie's grandfather had put up for her when she was a little girl. A few years ago, she had repurposed it to hold a long wooden porch swing, and now she leaned back, her head resting against Danielle's chest, the worn cushions soft under her legs."I've always wanted to ask," her lover asked, drawing a finger down her arm. "Why isn't the porch swing, you know, on the porch?""I like to look at the stars." In the west, the crescent moon was sinking into the very last hint of sunset, the sky a dark blue. Above, it was inky black, and thousands of stars shone down on them. "And I couldn't get a good view from the porch. Back here, there's no lights from the city or the highway. I could just lean back and watch. In a couple of weeks, there's going to be a meteor shower. The Perseids. You should come out and watch with me. It's incredible. Every minute or so you get this white streak across the sky. Sometimes they break up, almost like fireworks. And once or twice I've actually heard them. They make a hissing sound."Danielle made an agreeable noise, and tightened her arms around her. Jackie sighed happily.For years, she had gone without touch, without human comfort of any kind. After her grandparents died, it had only been her and her mother in the big farmhouse. Sandra Sinclair had never forgiven God or her daughter for the cruel trick fate had played on her, and while she made sure her only child was properly fed and clothed, that was where her sense of duty ended. She certainly didn't give Jaqueline Sinclair any affection, either with her voice or her body. There were no good-bye hugs when she got on the school bus in the morning, no kisses goodnight when she went to bed. Only cold, tight-lipped silence.Which made her nights with Danielle even more treasured. The woman bathed her in affection, and she wallowed in it like a cat in the sun. Her arms around her held her snug, and she shifted closer, their legs twining lazily. Even her breath, soft and slow and steady in her ear, was a source of comfort for a woman who had ceased to believe that anyone would love her for who she was.But Danielle, it seemed, had something more than simple snuggling on her mind. Her hands began to roam up and down her body, cupping her breasts, and then moving down to her sides. The tiny hairs on her arms stood up as she shivered, beginning to feel the first stirrings of desire deep within her body. In her jeans, her shaft twitched.Her eyes pooled with tears, but she blinked them away. She wasn't sad. She was happy. Overjoyed. What were the odds? That this beautiful, elegant woman, self-confident and sexy as hell, would fall for her. It would be unlikely enough if her body was normal. Not many women, after all, were lesbians, drawn to their own gender. Or even bisexual, for that matter. But when you combined it with the fact that she was a genetic freak, cursed to have both male and female genitalia, that possibility moved from unlikely to are you freaking kidding me?But the sex made her feel really, really good.

Shanaya is a lesbian, but her best friend - the woman she desperately loves - definitely isn't. Worse yet, she's about to marry a complete jerk. When a flamboyantly gay genie emerges from her antique necklace, she turns herself into a sexy man. But now can she learn to think like a man, act like a man, and make love like a man...before Allison makes the worst mistake of her life?~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~Shanaya nearly choked. "What? You're gay? A gay genie?"He scowled at her. "Oh, great. And now I have to deal with a bigot, too?" He waved his fingers mockingly. "Are you scared I'm going to infect you with my horrible gay cooties?""No, no, nothing like that!" she protested quickly. "I'm...I'm a lesbian! So I'm actually kind of glad you're gay.""You're a lesbian? Awesome!" The genie leaped to his feet and bounded towards her. "Gay high-five, girlfriend!"She lifted a hand and their palms clapped together."Now," he said, leaning against her bookcase. "What can I do for you, o my mistress?"Right. Genies grant wishes. But..."First of all, I need to get everything straight." She chewed her lip. "And I can't go on calling you...you. Especially if you're not going to tell me what your real name is. Not that I'm asking you to," she added hastily. "How about...Gene?""Gene?" He rolled his eyes dramatically. "I suppose I can live with that. Gene. Fine.""And how many wishes do I get? Three?""Three?" Gene scoffed. "Girlfriend, that was centuries ago. You have to keep up with the times. Haven't you ever heard of inflation? You get lots more than that. But first, I have to lay out the rules."She nodded. "Okay.""Rule one: No wishing for more wishes. That is total bullcrap. Also, you don't get to banish me and then summon me with a fresh set. You start with a finite number, and that's all you get until you banish me permanently or you die. Got it?"She nodded.Gene ticked off a second point on his fingers. "Next rule. No murder, violence, or emotional or psychological torture. We're kinder, gentler djinn, these days. You want to knock off your older sister so you can marry the sultan's son instead of her, you better take care of that yourself.""Um...how long have you been away from Earth, anyway?"He ignored her. "Third. I can give advice, if you ask for it. But I'm not going to volunteer information if you're going to do something spectacularly stupid." He grinned, sharklike, and she shivered. "Watching humans screw things up is half the fun."Any questions?"She swallowed. "There's...there's this girl.""And let me guess. She doesn't even know you exist, right? You've been pining your heart out for her for years, wanting one glance from her smoldering eyes, one kiss from her glistening lips?""No! We're best friends!""Best friends. Sure. And you want me to change her sexuality so she'll desire you? Or maybe just a simple love spell?" His look was disgusted, and she hung her head in shame. "Hell and no. We can't take away free will. No potions, spells, hypnosis, or any of that crap. You want this girl in bed, you better find a better way to do it."The thought was so audacious it took her breath away. She swallowed, cold sweat breaking out on the back of her neck. "Could you...could you turn me into a man?"

The MILFs are back, and they're hornier than ever! Dive in as older women get what they need! A woman gets revenge in "Prom Night Cougar." An experimental strain of marijuana has a sexy effect in "Pineapple Sexpress." A woman chooses a younger man to sire her child in "Overseeded," and a babysitter returns to town to find the boy next door has grown up in "His Horny MILF Babysitter!"~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~From "Overseeded" A burbling sound emerged from the hose as she twisted the knob, but no water came out. "Are you sure it's working?""Seems to be." Aaron held up the nozzle, working the handle. A few sad dribbles of water trickled out, but no more."Wait," Merry muttered. "I think we've got a kink in the hose." She bent down, straightening a section.And then it happened. Undoing the kink let the water flow, and Aaron still had the nozzle up to his head when a spray of water blasted out, catching him full in the face. With a muffled shout or surprise he flew backwards, landing on his rear in the sodden grass as water dribbled down off his cheeks and chin.Meredith couldn't help it. The last week...hell, the last two months came pouring out of her in a shriek of hysterical laughter. She held her stomach, doubled over, as Aaron climbed to his feet, the nozzle held at his side like some sort of deranged gunslinger."You think that's funny, huh?" he growled through her choked giggles. "Take this!" With a twist of the nozzle, he set it to full, a firehose-like jet of water shooting out to soak her shirt."Oh, yeah?" Meredith lowered her shoulder and charged, her arms wrapping around the younger man as she tackled him to the ground. Before he could react, she had wrestled the nozzle away, blasting him in the face. Then she changed the setting to "bubbler" and shoved it down his pants. "See how you like that!""Oh, I like it," he breathed up at her."I like it a lot."Their eyes locked. Meredith became aware, with an intensity which was almost painful, of their position. Her t-shirt was plastered to her breasts, the cold water making her areola draw up into hard little points. Every move she made caused the wet fabric to scrape over the taut buds in the most...distracting way. Underneath her, Aaron smiled up, his face free of hidden agendas or disinterest or strange motives. All she saw there was clean, pure desire.Or, perhaps, impure desire, she thought to herself as his hands tightened on her hips. She put her hands on his chest, feeling, for the first time, the hard muscle through the damp cloth of his shirt."Don't..." It was a sigh."Don't what?""Don't...tease me." His brown eyes blinked up at her. "You're hot as hell, Miss...Mrs...""Meredith," she corrected firmly.He nodded. "You're hot as hell, Meredith. But...""But what?" she asked impatiently. She realized she still had her hand stuck down his pants, the nozzle burbling idiotically, soaking the ground underneath them. She pulled it out and tossed it to the side. "I'm horny. My husband hasn't touched me in weeks. I want to get laid so bad I can taste it."She unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, not breaking eye contact. "I'm not asking you to love me forever, or break up with your girlfriend, or embark on an epic romance which will shatter the lives of all who cross our path. I just want you to take me. Right here. Right now."

They're a perfect ten! For the first time, Alana Church has put together her ten favorite romance books. Join her as she shares tales of star-crossed lovers and sweet reunions! Sail on The Tides of Lust, meet a Gaelic Goddess, indulge in Innocent Passion, and meet The Horniest Angel! Remember, Idle Hands are The Devil's Playthings, so beware of Kali's Deadly Kiss!~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~From "Our Lusty Cheating Neighbor"Sandy's eyes darted between Stephanie and myself, seemingly trying to judge our mood. "Sure," she said at last.The door firmly shut behind us, hiding us from prying eyes. Sandy didn't offer us any refreshment. Point for her, I thought. Don't make it look like you're happy to see us. Make us work for it.If Steph was fazed by Sandy's unwelcoming attitude, she didn't show it. She leaned back against a doorframe, her arms folded across her chest. "I'd like to talk to you," she said softly, "about what you have been doing with John."Have you ever seen a pair of carnivores face off? You don't see it often, because why should lions and tigers and bears go after something with big-ass teeth and claws when there is smaller, easier prey about?Sandy should have had the upper hand. This was her home, after all. She was on her own turf. And by any standard measurement, she was the more attractive woman. She was taller, with longer legs, larger breasts, and her golden skin and honey-blond hair made her look like every teenage boys' sex-fantasy come to life. It didn't hurt that she was wearing something that belonged in a hair-metal music video  a crop-top t-shirt that clung to her chest as if molded, and a pair of bikini-cut panties that rode high on her hips and barely covered her crotch.But as the stand-off went on, something became apparent to me. My wife - smaller, dark-haired, with a more modest chest and dressed in her casual business attire, had the more commanding presence. She was a sleek, black-haired panther, and as Sandy and her engaged in their battle of wills, it was the taller woman who dropped her eyes, the same way a lovely, cheerful golden retriever would roll over for her human at the slightest excuse.Sandy looked away, and I knew Steph had won. "Please," she said, her voice cracking. "Don't tell Mis...don't tell Monica.""Monica?" I frowned. "What does she have to do with anything?"Sandra blew out her breath. "Mis...Monica was the first.""The first what?""The first hotwife. For Paradise Place. She did then what I am doing now. For years and years. And then there was another woman. And now there's me," she said proudly. "Monica chose me." She sniffled suddenly. "But if I don't convince you to go to bed with me, she might replace me. Or...or she might not punish me."I frowned. "Don't you mean she will punish you?""John," Steph said. "Let me handle this."She took a sliding step closer to the taller woman. "Tell me, Sandy," she said, her voice soft. "How does she punish you? Mistress Monica?"I blinked, finally putting together the clues. Monica a dominant? And Sandy her submissive?"Oh, Stephanie." Sandy shivered happily, her eyes gleaming. "She does such wonderful things to me. If I'm very, very good, she will spank me, paddling my bottom until it's hot and pink...

The new priest doesn't realize that his parish has a secret. In order to keep Fertile Valley happy, healthy, and prosperous, at Midsummer they sacrifice the virginity of a young woman. When Father Justin discovers the truth, and learns that he is expected to be the one to deflower sexy young Brittany, will he accept it? Or will he reject the offer of "The Priest's Virgin Concubine?"~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~"What did you do?" Brittany demanded, when they went up to the house to wash up and clean the fish."Wouldn't you like to know." Her best friend smirked as they stood together at the sink."Haley! Tell me!""Not all of it. Not even to you, FBFF." The expression on her face gentled, becoming almost tender. "Doug wanted to talk. Just the two of us."So we talked. And talking led to...other things. Nice things.""How nice?""Very nice." The smile widened wickedly. "Now I know why your brother is so good with his...tools.""Did you...""No. But oh, God, Britt. I wanted to, so bad. I know he's your brother, but..." Her eyes went soft and dreamy. "He's got great hands. And great...other things. I made him happy. And he made me very happy. But I still haven't let any visitors through my front door.""Oh. Good."Though, to be honest, Brittany felt just the tiniest bit disappointed that her best friend hadn't given in to temptation. If she and Doug got together, well, she would be happy for both of them. But if they were together together, then maybe one of her rivals for Father Justin's attention would be out of the running.It really wasn't nice of her to think that way, and part of her squirmed guiltily. But another part of her remembered what it had been like a couple of weeks ago, when she had sat in the chair in Father Justin's office, her hands on her breasts and her body absolutely on fire as she told the wide-eyed priest about her sexy, naughty dreams. Her fingers had stroked her body, and she didn't think Justin had noticed the way she had rubbed her virginal thighs together until she exploded in one of the hottest climaxes of her entire life."Good?" Haley interrupted her reverie. "I'm making out with your brother, and that's all you have to say?" Her eyes fell to her chest. "God, you're thinking about Justin right now, aren't you? Look at your nips."Unbidden, her glance strayed out the window above the sink, where Doug and Justin were cleaning the fish. Several of the half-wild barn cats had gathered around. The tips of their tails twitched at the prospect of a free meal."He'll pick you," she heard herself say. "You're prettier.""Maybe." Haley rounded her eyes at her teasingly. "But you've got better titties.""And you've got better legs.""I'll make you a bet. And it's the best kind. The kind where no matter who is right, we both win.""What?" she asked suspiciously.Her best friend smiled lazily and put her hands on her waist, drawing her close. "If I win, you know that he'll pick you at Samhain. And after that, I'll try to convince him to let us share him. At least once."Her heart pounded. "And?""And if he picks you at the bonfire, you do the same thing for me." Haley drew a finger up and down her arm, making her skin rise up in gooseflesh, despite the heat of the room. "Can you imagine it? All three of us?"

It's here! Three of erotica's most prolific writers have teamed up to bring you their first-ever body-swapping anthology! If you've ever wondered what sex was like from the other point of view, wonder no more. These sizzling erotic stories will light your fire, and leave you breathless and aching for more. Don't miss the steamy no-holds-barred fun!~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~"He's A Lesbian Now" - Brian and Jia have been best friends since they were children. Everyone says they're perfect for each other. But the lovely Jia is a lesbian, and Brian...isn't. Then one morning Brian wakes up to find himself in a brand new body! He isn't Brian, but Brianna! Will he get his old body back? And with Jia starting to look at him in a whole new way, does he even want to?"The Woman Who Wasn't" - Charlie Nelson is just walking down the street, minding his own business, when he's suddenly killed in a brutal drive-by shooting...or is he? When he regains consciousness, he finds himself inhabiting a sexy teenage girl's body. It can't be true--he's a strong, virile man! He doesn't know a thing about being a woman--and he doesn't want to learn! Then if that's not bad enough, his lifelong best friend thinks he's hot, and wants to pop his cherry. What else can possibly go wrong?"I Stole My Boss's Body" - Sasha can't stand her boss. Sure, Trent's handsome as hell, but he's got the manners of a pig! More than anything, she wishes she could put that arrogant, sexist egomaniac in his place. When her wish abruptly comes true, Sasha awakens to find herself in Trent's body! Now she has all the power in the office and Trent must submit to her demands. And not only Trent, but Sasha's slutty neighbor too...