Beyond the bounds of pleasure, a single chance for redemption? Trey, a demigod, is sworn to guard the fates of human couples on whose relationships hinge the course of history. Over the eons, his affection for mortals has left him yearning for the one thing he can never have—a heart mate to call his own. When a ruthless goddess resorts to an aphrodisiac to force him to break his vow of chastity, his heart is instead claimed by the mortal woman who is destined to help her human lover save the world. Can a m

Edward and Margaret Sinclair are very much in love and would be deliriously happy in their marriage except for one thing “ as good Victorians, neither have had much experience with the marital act. As a result, sex is painful for Margaret and frustrating for Edward. They encounter a mysterious stranger named Trey who may be able to help them solve their problem. However, both husband and stranger will have to make love to Margaret if Edward is to learn how to touch his woman.TO MY What could be more fun than having two sexy lovers dedicated to your pleasure? Margaret Sinclair is a lucky woman. I hope all my readers can be so lucky.ABOUT THE Alice Gaines has been writing erotic romance since its beginning with Secrets, Volume 1. She likes strong heroes with a tender side to them and heroines who can keep their men in line. When she's not writing hot, hot romance, she enjoys cooking and vegetable gardening. She loves to hear from readers at authoralicegaines@ clenched his jaw shut and stared at the floor. After a moment, he lifted his gaze to the man across the room. Mr. Treveylan walked across the room and put a hand on Edward's shoulder. Her husband stood up, and the man”no more than a stranger”took his place.She scooted back against the headboard, clutching the covers.“Mrs. Sinclair,� he began. “Margaret. Your husband didn't make the decision lightly.�“What decision?�“You see, the marital act comes naturally to lesser animals, but it's something men and women have to learn.�What a ridiculous situation. She could have laughed if the whole thing weren't embarrassing. Here she sat, with a stranger sitting on her bed, while her husband looked on. Edward had come to some sort of decision, and now the man she'd only just met was delivering a lecture on the marital intercourse.“Neither of you have had any experience,� the man went on. “So, you're having a difficult time.�“And so, my husband has come to some decision, but you won't tell me what it is.� She glanced from him to Edward and back. “The two of you are making my head spin.�Mr. Treveylan reached to her temples again, much as he had in the carriage. She lost herself in his dark gaze again. How could she not? He had some kind of power that could drain you of all tension. Odd that such a handsome man could also be soothing. A balm to absorb pain and worry by the mere power of his presence. As in the carriage, she allowed him to touch her, and the same heat passed from his hands to her skin. She sighed as it rolled through her, softening her shoulders and warming her heart.This time, he brought his mouth to her forehead and gave her the most innocent of kisses. It created a feeling of safety, but something lay underneath. Something laced with pleasure and danger.He pulled back and stared into her face. “Do you trust me?�“Yes.� The word came out without thought, and yet, she wouldn't have taken it back if she could. The danger he offered might singe her, but he'd put out the fire.“Your husband”Edward”wants me to show you how to enjoy your own body.�“How?�“He wants me to make love to you,� he said.All the air went out of her. Edward wanted her to do that with him? She looked at her husband. “Is this true?�“I don't want it,� Edward answered. “But, if it can help…�“I don't believe it.� She turned back to Mr. Treveylan. “And, you agreed?�“Only if you want me to.

As fashion photographer, Rand Miller listens to all the reasons why his sexy lover must move out of not only his apartment but also his life, he decides to give her the going away party of a lifetime. The list of party goodies massage oil, margaritas and their mysterious neighbor, Trey Madison. But when dawn creeps over the horizon, will Rand be able to watch the only woman capable of taming his wicked ways walk out of his life forever? TO MY Bad boys from the wrong side of the tracks and small town good girls, there’s nothing sexier! Rand and Lucy are so different it’s crazy. Of course they belong together. I hope their erotic tale makes you sweat! ABOUT THE Anne lives in a small town way out in the middle of no-where-ville. She is a gorgeous blonde with wonderful curves and a money tree in the backyard. Clearly, Anne is a mere figment. A ghostly figure that pops in and out of my head like a drive-by author. Nevertheless, I do so love it when she's visiting, because her imagination really is wickedly delicious! She'll bring you fantasies and erotic delights that will have you grabbing the ice water! Feel free to email Anne at anne@annerainey.com Rand leaned close to her ear and licked the sensitive shell, then whispered, “Let me play, angel.” She swiveled her head around and bit out, “We have company.” Rand’s gaze burned into hers. “I know.” Huh? He wanted Trey to watch? “I’m not okay with this,” she said, though her words lacked conviction. She meant to sound more forceful. Instead she sounded...turned on. “You sure about that?” Rand said, as he slid his palm higher, cupping her possessively. Her pussy flooded with heat as Rand started to stroke her clitoris through her jeans. Lucy turned and looked at Trey. He leaned against the arm of the couch, facing them, his hands clenched into tight fists as if attempting to hold himself back. It wasn’t the large erection she could see pressing against the fly of Trey’s jeans that made her give Rand’s hand free rein. It wasn’t even the intensity in Trey’s dark eyes as he stared at her as if he wanted to devour her whole. It was her own desires, she admitted to herself. She’d fantasized about both men taking her at once. She’d never dreamed it’d ever happen, but here was her chance to taste the forbidden. Once in every woman’s life she was given the chance to toss caution to the wind. This was her chance. She was damned well going to take it.

Where in time is Trey?This month, Trey, the time-striding demigod, finds himself in the American wild west. Gunfights, destroyed saloons, and outlaw justice are tame in comparison to Cassie "Rebel" Thatcher. She shoots like a man. She cusses like a man. She runs a ranch like a man. But when it comes to loving, she's all woman—or she will be, once Trey teaches her the value of self-acceptance.When her deserting cad of a husband Renegade LaMarr reappears in Moose Junction, Rebel's as mad as a peeled rattler and prepared to shoot the handsome coward right out of his boots.Armed with a secret and determined to get rid of Trey, Renegade plots to finally claim Rebel, chaps, boy breeches and all. Only problem is, before he can draw his six-shooter and declare a challenge, Renegade finds himself falling under Trey’s magical spell right along with his passionate, spitfire wife.TO MY ’ve always loved a Calamity Jane heroine and the flabbergasted handsome hero set on taming her. Get ready for a shoot‘ romantic, very sexy western adventure with cowboy Renegade LaMarr and his spunky Rebel, aka Cassie Thatcher!ABOUT THE she also writes in many other genres, Titania Ladley (aka Roxana Blaze) has always had a soft place in her heart for naughty historical “No one's going to shoot anyone, goddamn it,” Renegade muttered under his breath, taking three more steps toward her.She swung the weapon back around, aiming it at his black heart. “Get back, you slimy lizard.”His boots skidded across the sawdust floor, abruptly halting his momentum. He held his hands up. “Whoa. Take it easy, Rebel.”“Take it easy my ass,” she hissed. “I've been mad as a peeled rattler for going on six months now, so you just best watch yourself. You don't get back, as God is my witness, LaMarr, I'll shoot you. I swear I will.”“Jesus Christ, do you have to call me LaMarr?” Renegade shoved a hand through his hair in that allmale way that used to make her feel all fluttery inside. Repeat, used to. His next words came out none too tender. And it riled her all the more. “You know it's Renegade, goddamn it.”Yeah, she knew Renegade all right. The coward's name had been a toxin contaminating her brain for months, and a name she demanded, guns at the ready, that no one was allowed to utter in Moose Junction. Still, he didn't have to know that, or that if her heart beat any faster at the knowledge he was back, she'd faint dead away. But doggone it, if her hands got any shakier and her teeth grinded together any harder, she just might kill the bastard after all.Stand your ground, Rebel. Don't let him get to you. Don't fall for that sappy tone he always resorted to when he wanted something out of you. “Well, ‘stead of Renegade, I prefer to call you a pisspot, son of a”””“Cassie, put the gun down, sweetheart.” Trey's deep, soothing voice filled her ears, his footsteps approaching from behind. He circled his strong arms around her and guided the rifle upward so the barrel aimed at the ceiling. He'd only been in town and in her bed for a few weeks, but he had an uncanny calming effect on her, like some sort of angel. She exhaled, letting the rage seep out of her limbs. Relaxing against the wall of Trey's chest, she thought how she liked that he called her by her given name, something no one in this hellhole ever did. It made her feel wanted, and though she didn't care to admit it, it also made her feel womanly for once, which had been a curious revelation.But one she'd never admit to a soul.

Vegas showgirl, Brandy Tate, is on the run from the mob and the FBI. When stoic FBI agent, Ridge Coltrane, tracks her down he puts them both in danger until a mysterious stranger named Trey rescues them. Brandy opens her heart?and her bed?to both men. Will her desire to trust end in heartache, or will it introduce her to a world of seductive delights at the hands of two men? To My Readers: Your mother always told you to beware of strangers, but Trey is not just any stranger. Welcome (once again) to Trey's world where love and seduction heal all and pave the path for Trey's redemption. In this story, Trey brings together two people who have lost their way and he shows them how to love again. So the next time you encounter a tall, dark stranger on the side of the road?maybe you should listen to your mother.

It's 1953 and Ann Reynolds can't seem to get into the expansively perky spirit of the new decade. After the struggles and derivations of the past twenty years, she feels guilty she's not as happy as everyone keeps telling her she should be. There's something missing from her life and she thinks it might very well be her. After dropping her sons off at summer camp, Ann sets out on a journey to discover what's left of her life when she removes her kids, their schedules and, maybe hardest of all, Charlie Atwood. Charlie is Ann's ex-husband's ex-golf buddy. He likes to tell people Ann got him in the divorce settlement along with the dog and a stack of old Saturday Evening Posts. Ann isn't sure why Charlie has stuck around to help since her husband left three years ago but she knows the time has come to relieve him of active duty. If Charlie was interested in a permanent place in her life he would have let her know by now, and Ann can no longer pretend that what they have between them is enough to sustain her. When Charlie finds out about Ann's plan to take a solo driving trip down the coast, he is relieved. After three years standing in for his old golf buddy, a break is exactly what he needs. And if the break becomes permanent, well, Charlie can't say he didn't see it coming. He isn't husband material and it's become increasingly obvious that Ann needs more from him than he can ever give her. Then Charlie hears Ann's added a passenger to her journey, Trey, a man no one has ever met before. As the gossip regarding the scandalous behavior exhibited between the normally oh-so proper Ann and her handsome stranger reaches him, Charlie feels honor bound to make sure the man isn't out for just one thing. Ann deserves better, which is exactly why he's kept his hands to himself all these years. But if all Ann is looking for is a summer fling?well, hell, Charlie isn't opposed to helping her out one last time. And he's got no problem if her new friend wants to come along for the ride.

In twenty-second century America, war, disease and pollution have wiped out three-quarters of Earth’s population and left most women sterile. Scientists are battling the specter of human extinction. Now they’ve devised a DNA test and built a database to help each of the remaining fertile females find her perfect genetic counterpart, thereby ensuring healthy, hardy offspring.For Midwestern farm girl Hannah Jenkins, this means accepting a stranger as a potential mate. Unfortunately, the handsome Dr. David Cabot isn’t everything she’d expected. Distant and humorless, he spends all his time in the makeshift laboratory he’s set up in the family barn. He and Hannah use more energy sniping at each other than communicating their wants and needs. After a few months of passionless monthly encounters with no pregnancy to show for it, Hannah is certain David will abandon her at the end of their trial marriage.Then a stranger saves Hannah from robbery at gunpoint, and Hannah hires him to work as a farmhand. The mysterious Trey intrigues both Hannah and David, but can he show them how to make love without making war?To My This story is an experiment for me. I enjoyed the challenge of writing a romantic love story against the background of a bleak future. The “threesome” aspect added another layer of intricacy in creating believable characters and plot. I can’t wait to see if my readers love the end result as much as I do!EXCERPT FROM HARD HARVEST"I want to help you, Hannah. Do you believe that?" Hannah drew a long breath and let it out on a sigh. All at once, she felt bone-weary and a thousand years old. "Yes, I believe it." "What if I told you it might take something..." He paused, seeming to search for the right word. "Something unconventional to help your marriage." She shook her head. "I'm not following you." He smiled and his gaze traveled over her, making her feel wanton and next-to-naked in the middle of her own damned kitchen. "What would a woman like you consider unconventional, Hannah?" His eyes held hers from across the room, plainly trying to communicate his meaning without resorting to clumsy words. Again she heard the echo of that faraway wind and the brokenhearted woman who called his name—had been calling his name for long years, waiting for the return of the man she loved more than life, the man she trusted with the fate of her very soul.... Hannah scrubbed a hand over her face. "I'm too tired for riddles, Trey." "I know, and I'm sorry. But will you think about it?" As if she had any choice now that he'd put the idea in her head. She nodded, looking away from those sad, dangerous eyes to the cracked linoleum beneath her feet. "Good." He let the screen door close quietly behind him on his way out. When he was gone, Hannah climbed the stairs and headed for the bathroom. The house was quiet. Her brothers had proven yet again how soundly they slept, so she left the door open to catch the breeze from the open window in the hall. From the top shelf of the linen closet she took three thick, beeswax candles, lit them and set them on the floor near the ancient, claw-footed tub. Then she opened the tap and let it run for a scant minute. She filled the tub only a quarter of the way, her concession to the recent lack of rain. Her body felt lazy and stupid as she stripped out of her clothes and slid into the water. Unconventional. It could've meant a few different things, but when she closed her eyes, all that came to mind was the three of them—Trey, David and herself—lying together in a shameless sprawl. Both men, at the same time. Their hands, their mouths, their...other parts, touching her, inside and out. Using her for their own pleasure, and letting her make use of them.

The year is 3091 and blockade runner Gizelle Sobera is determined to recover the largest lost treasure in the history of three galaxies. Claiming the bounty lost on PX330 (aka the Pleasure Planet) would help to supplement the resources and provisions needed by the Protective Forces of the Milky Way Galaxy as its inhabitants fight the invading forces of Gyllian. But when Gizelle discovers the gold has already been found, she knows exactly who has swiped the treasure from under her nose—D.T. Vaughn, a pirate who’s stolen a variety of booty from her… D.T. is secretly known as Dylan Tanner, a legendary former Major General of the Protective Forces. He retired at the height of the fighting, after sixteen grueling and painful years of combat. Escaping to the Pleasure Planet, D.T. has set up a new life for himself. He frequents the Pleasure Clubs, but with an ulterior motive in mind, for D.T. is a spy who gleans important intel from the Pleasure Providers as he supports “the Cause” from afar. Gizelle has recently discovered who D.T. is, though… And she’s willing to use every power of persuasion she possesses to get him back into uniform. Succumbing to her would lead to D.T.’s return to a life he willingly left behind. Yet when Gizelle orchestrates the ultimate seduction, with a sexy stranger who looks remarkably similar to D.T., he knows he can’t hide from his true destiny. But can the pleasure of the moment erase the pain of the past?

Sold to the Sultan as a concubine, Sabra dreams of love. Yet, the passionate and forbidden embraces she shares with the Sultan's son, Xavier can only bring her heartache. After her first meeting with the Sultan, she knows she can never be happy as a slave to his needs, and she voices her objection. However, when the insulted and displeased Sultan orders a painful punishment, Trey, the eunuch assigned to attend her comes forward and convinces the Sultan that it may be more beneficial for Sabra to endure training to learn her place. Xavier can't resist the beautiful and beguiling Sabra. From behind lattice stone walls he watches as Trey teaches the delicate desert flower to dance and move to please the Sultan, and he soon finds himself so enchanted with the slave that he becomes careless enough that Trey catches him watching. When Trey suggests he help train Sabra, Xavier can't refuse. However, after his power-seeking brother catches them in an intimate setting, Xavier fears his obsession with Sabra will be the death of them all.

The castle and its lands were Ulric's goal when he started the siege. Now that he's seen the Lady Devon, his mind and his body demand he take her as his wife. He only needs to find some way to control his passions so that he doesn't scare her on their wedding night. A mysterious minstrel named Trey seems to have the solution with his aphrodisiac potions and salves. In return for his aid, Trey demands the opportunity to win the lady's affection. The two men do battle to give Devon maximum pleasure. Will she choose the clever poet or the savage Viking who's come to love her? To My Reader: What woman doesn't want a huge warrior with unquenchable passions and the right equipment to put them into action? I created Ulric to fill my own fantasies. I hope they energize yours, too.

At the end of his long travails, Trey can finally go home to Elethereum to reclaim Sage from the Cradle of Displaced Souls, where she has been sentenced to await him. Trey's plan, after being reunited with Sage, is to find some way to free Russ from the torments of a suicide's hell. Even though Russ' body has been destroyed, his soul lives on, and Trey can't stand the thought of Russ' suffering. How can he and Sage live and love while knowing that Russ is an anguished soul? They can't. It's simply impossible. But Trey encounters a problem when he returns to Elethereum. His nemesis Diadra, in league with the forces of evil, has managed to steal Sage from her lullaby tank in the Cradle. And Diadra won't reveal where Sage has been hidden. Sage doesn't know where she is. She has almost no memory of anything other than a wooden door, a purple light, and a woman who whispered a new lullaby into Sage's ear. Part mantra, part hypnotic instruction, the lullaby controls Sage's ability to think, to feel, even to move. But she knows she must fight the effects of the lullaby, even if she can't remember why. Sage finds a way to work her lullaby's instructions to her advantage, and as a result, she regresses through her many past lives. In each of these lives, she sees a man she thinks of as her husband Russ, always hiding from her, always fighting against their intimacy. And she also sees Trey and knows him for who he is, even if she shies away from understanding what he hopes to accomplish. As Trey fights to find her, Sage relives each of their past lives together. This past life regression changes everything. Where in the past, she had always been destined to bond with her husband, now Trey is a part of their love and life cycle. Over and over, Trey repairs the preordained pairbond by inserting himself into it. The two have become three. The Couple is now a Trinity. Trey did not know that this would be the effect of his efforts. He knows a Trinity is the most stable form in nature and the most sacred form in heaven. A Trinity can never be diminished. But this means he can no longer simply rescue Sage and try to find some measure of comfort for Russ' soul. He must find a way to reunite all three of them, body and soul, in the human timeline on earth. Is this an impossible task? Or is it the fulfillment of the Creator's most mysterious prophecy? Love is human. Love is divine. Love alone can transcend time.