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In these three sensual tales of passion and pleasure, bedtime always means playtime....

Jaid Black

Warlord

While in Scotland on a business trip, tawny-haired, voluptuous Janet Duval suddenly finds herself transported back into a distant time, enslaved by barbaric, muscle-bound men. The piercing, commanding eyes of Janet's dark-haired captor reveal that he will have his way with her -- no matter how much she protests. But Euan, a fierce warrior, feels a genuine heartfelt passion for his stunning prisoner. And without warning, Janet is consumed with desire for her godlike lover.

Ruth D. Kerce

Adam 483: Man or Machine?

Porcelain-skinned beauty Tyree Samou, a senior officer aboard the mineral freighter HCS Jenway, has had several attempts on her life while in the line of duty. So her brother, the Ambassador of Jenway, assigns Adam 483, a security robot, to guard her every move. But Adam is more man than machine. Strapping and handsome, he is skilled in much more than security -- and can satisfy all her needs. Although Tyree is the one used to giving orders, now Adam is in command -- and ordering her to let him fulfill her most erotic fantasies.

Sherri L. King

Bachelorette

After a hurtful betrayal in college by her best friend and the man she thought she loved, brazen bombshell Catherine Stowe swore she'd never trust anyone again. But years later, as a makeup artist for a soap opera star, she meets Gideon Fevere -- a CIA agent turned bodyguard hired by her employer -- and everything changes. The moment Gideon lays eyes on Catherine, he vows to seduce her into a night of all-consuming passion. And a little lust may be just what she needs to believe in love again.

Step inside Ellora's Cave, where passions run wild and the sexiest fantasies come true....www.EllorasCave.com

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Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #532197 in Books
• Published on: 2007-05-22
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 320 pages

About the Author
Jaid Black is the founder and driving force of Ellora's Cave Publishing, the award-winning online source for erotic literature. She is also the founder and publisher of Lady Jaided, a sexy new magazine for women. Her novella "Hunter's Right" appears in the collection Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down, and her novel Deep, Dark & Dangerous is forthcoming from Pocket Books in March 2006. Vistit her on the web at www.jaidblack.com.

Ruth D. Kerce got hooked on writing in the fifth grade when she won a short story contest—a romance, of course. And she's been writing romance ever since. She writes several subgenres of romance—historical, contemporary, and futuristic. Her books are available online in many internet bookstores. Her short stories and articles are available on several websites. She has won or placed in writing contests and hopes to continue to write exciting tales for years to come.

Sherri L. King lives in the Deep South with her husband, artist and illustrator Darrell King. The critically acclaimed author of the Horde Wars and Moon Lust series, she loves writing action-packed paranormals.

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Prologue

The Isle of Skye in the Scottish Highlands, 1052 AD

Euan Donald watched dispassionately as the decapitated body of the Hay fell lifelessly at his feet. Blood oozed out from where the laird's severed head had been but moments prior, pooling around him in a river of dark red.

Sheathing his sword, the Donald's dark head came up, his black eyes boring holes into the anxious faces of those Highlanders surrounding him. None would rebel. None would second-guess his decision to execute the Hay chieftain. None would dare.

'Twas not bravado on his part, not even ego. Not really.

'Twas simply the way of things, the territory that came with being the Lord of the Isles, the king of the Highlanders, a god unto himself. Euan's word was law, as it had always been, as had the word of his father, as had the word of his father's father, and so on.

At the age of five and thirty, Euan had been chieftain to the Donalds and Lord of the Isles for over fifteen years. The price of being the master of all he surveyed had been paid in full.

His six-foot-six-inch body was heavy with muscle and riddled with battle scars. The harsh angles of his face were chiseled into a stone-like façade and hinted at no compassion, no mercy for any who would come up against him. His eyes were as black as his hair, calculating pools of obsidian that broached no argument and conveyed no emotion at all.

To come up against the Donald was to die. This fact was one that kinsmen and Outlanders alike understood well.

Today, as he did on most days, Euan wore his plaid of muted blue and green, a large emerald brooch holding the material together at his shoulder. 'Twas a fitting banner for the man who ruled the Highlands with an iron fist and who dwelled on an island many said was close to the heavens themselves, for it was surrounded on all sides and in all views by a formation of impenetrable clouds.

"'Tis done then." Graeme Donald, youngest brother to Euan, nodded toward a bevy of soldiers, indicating 'twas time to remove the Hay's bloodied carcass from the great hall. Turning to scan the nervous faces of the clan chieftains behind him, he waved a hand toward them and bellowed, "Will another amongst ye dare tae steal from the Donald?"

Murmured nays floated throughout the great hall, all eyes shifting from the Hay's remains to Euan's stoic form.

Graeme's upper lip curled wryly. "Weel then, 'tis time tae make merry, aye? Ye came fer a feast and a feast ye shall have."

Oppressive silence filled the chamber for a suspended moment. None were certain what to make of such an odd declaration. They had come for a wedding feast, every last one of them. They had journeyed from the protection of their respective keeps to witness marriage rites betwixt the Lord of the Isles and the first-born daughter of the Hay.

Not a one amongst them had ever fathomed the possibility that Tavish Hay would refuse to deliver the Donald's betrothed to her own wedding. Not a one amongst them would have credited the notion that the Hay would have been daft enough to allow Moira to break her sacred agreement and run off to the northlands with the brother of a Viking jarl.

For that matter, not a one amongst them would have been lackwitted enough to deliver such news to the Donald himself. Nay. They would have run hightail in the opposite direction. But then the Hay had never been renowned for his thinking abilities.

At last the laird of the lesser MacPherson clan broke the uncomfortable spell with a forced chuckle. "I will drink tae that." He lifted his goblet toward Euan. "Tae the Donald," he toasted, "and tae, err..." He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, the color in his face heightening. "Tae..."

Swallowing roughly, the MacPherson met Euan's black gaze. "Weel..." He lifted his goblet higher. "Tae the Donald."

"Tae the Donald."

The others were quick to chime in, all of them lifting their ales and meads in toast to the Lord of the Isles. Graeme's brow shot up, forming a bemused slash over his eyes as he cocked his head to regard his brother.

Euan smiled humorlessly as his dark gaze flicked from Graeme to the men standing behind him. Saying nothing, he stalked toward the dais that had been prepared for him in a slow, methodical stride. The great hall was so silent that each of his footfalls could be heard effortlessly, rushes on the ground or no.

When at last he reached the raised dais, he lifted the goblet that had been prepared for him and turned on his heel to face his rapt audience. Nodding once, he prepared to down the honeyed mead. "Aye," he rumbled, "I will drink tae that."

"What will ye do now, brother?"

Euan lifted a curious brow but said nothing. Standing atop the battlements, he scanned the outside perimeter below their position and absently awaited Graeme's meddling. His youngest sibling was the only one in god's creation who could get away with such. 'Twas mayhap because he had raised him and felt him more a son than a brother.

Graeme waved a hand absently through the air. "Aboot getting wed, aboot siring an heir, aboot -- "

"Graeme," Euan said quietly. "I'm no' lackwitted, mon. I ken your meaning."

Graeme nodded. "Then what will ye do?"

Euan shrugged. He had known three wives and had lost all of them to laboring his bairn. Out of all three pregnancies and subsequent fatal deliveries there had been but one survivor, and that was his six-year-old daughter Glynna. After losing so many wives and babes, 'twas nothing really to lose a betrothed.

He turned his head to look at his brother, his facial features reflecting the fact that he had not a care one way or the other. A woman was a woman. Any woman of breeding years would do. "Get another wench tae take Moira's place in the bedsheets."

Graeme chuckled at that. "Mayhap had ye tumbled the Hay's daughter before the wedding she would have shown up."

One dark brow shot up. Euan shook his head slightly and looked away, his gaze flickering back down below the battlements. His hands fisted at his hips, the thick muscles in his arms bulged further in response. "I'm glad she dinna," he said honestly. "Truth be told I think a troll would be better bedsport than Moira."

Graeme grinned. "Ye have seen her before then?"

Euan shook his head. "Nay. But on Michaelmas three years past 'twas said by her own clansmen that she is possessed of an awkward appearance."

"I was no' there. That must have been whilst I still fostered under the MacPherson."

"Aye."

The brothers stood in silence for a long moment, breathing in the crisp night air. 'Twas May so the days were longer now, darkness still not having descended though it was well past the time of the evening meal.

Graeme's chuckle at last broke the silence. "I was thinking..."

"Hm?"

"Aboot the Hay."

Euan craned his neck to glance toward his brother. "Aye?"

"He owes ye a bride."

Euan waved that away. "I did no' kill the mon over Moira, though I know 'tis what the other lairds think. I killed him for betraying me. 'Tis a difference." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Besides, the mon is dead," he rumbled. "His debt has been paid."

"No' really."

Euan sighed. It had been a long day and he was in no mood for conversing let alone for solving riddles. His youngest brother was mayhap lucky that he was able to rein in his temper where he was concerned. "Explain yourself."

Graeme thought to tease him a bit, but relented when he saw his brother's lethal scowl. He sighed. Why couldn't the man learn how to make jest? "As to that, 'tis true the Hay paid the price for helping Moira in her deceit, yet did he no' deliver another bride tae take her place in the bedsheets."

Euan grunted. "'Tis true."

Graeme stood up straighter, his back rigid with determination. "Then mayhap a wee bit o' reivin' might be in order."

"Reivin'? Ye want tae go steal some cattle?" Euan said the last incredulously. "'Twill no' even the score."

Graeme's face flushed at the criticism for which the Donald felt an uncharacteristic pang of sympathy. He knew that the boy had only been trying to help lighten his black mood. What his sibling seemed unable to understand on his own was that his mood was always like this. After ten and eight years the boy should know that. But he didn't.

Sighing, Euan forced a grin onto his face and ruffled Graeme's hair affectionately. "Ye are just wanting tae prove that ye learned things from the MacPherson more useful than merely how tae bed a wench. Aye, that's what it is I'm thinking."

Graeme chuckled, no longer embarrassed. "Mayhap."

Euan considered the idea more thoroughly before responding. Mayhap his brother was on to something. Not something quite like Graeme had envisioned -- he hardly needed more cattle on Skye for the love of the saints -- but something vastly more important. He did, after all, need a wench to take to his bed and get her with heir. Besides, as black as his mood had been as of late a bit of thrusting between a wench's legs was an enticement unto itself.

The Donald's black gaze flicked over the castle walls and toward the rock-strewn beach below. 'Twas not so long a boat ride to the mainland. And from there mayhap a sennight's journey to Hay lands at best. "I think," he murmured, "that ye might be right, brother."

Graeme's eyes widened in surprise. "I, uh, I...am?"

Euan couldn't help but to grin at the boy's astonishment. 'Twas true he wasn't a man known for changing his mind. Set in his ways he was. "Aye." He nodded, his demeanor growing serious. "We shall depart on the morrow when the sun falls."

Graeme smiled broadly, unable to contain his excitement. 'Twas the first reiving the Lord of the Isles had made him a part of, brother to him or no. 'Twas past the time to prove he was now a man and no longer a boy. "'Twill be a good time, thievin' the Hay's cattle."

Euan shook his head slowly as he met his brother's eager gaze. "'Twill no' be cattle we steal, boy."

Graeme's eyebrows shot up forming an inquisitive dark slash. "The Hay's sheep are sorry I've heard it be told. No' verra wooly at all. Nay, brother. I dinna think their sheep are worth the time."

Euan shrugge...

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Customer Reviews

Fun, erotic reading.
This is a great anthology. I thought it was a fun and easy read. I particularily liked the story "Bachelorette", which ended up being my favorite. I would defintely buy more books from Ellora's Cave if they are all this good. I really like the hot alpha males in the stories. A must have, along with Male/Female/Male and Romantic Hedonism: Two Erotic Novels.

Definitely continues their tradition of excellence in erotica
The Ellora's Cave books are excellent collections of erotic short stories written by women for women. The three stories included in this book are all very good, and written by long-standing Ellora's Cave authors.

In Warlord by the excellent Jaid Black, Janet Duval's trip to Scotland takes a strange turn when she and a friend suddenly find themselves transported back to medieval Scotland. Euan Donald has had little luck with women, but when he is confronted with the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, he will stop at nothing to make her his own. = Definitely the best story in the book, Jaid Black does a great job of presenting a great story, with interesting characters and an wonderful relationship.

In Adam 483: Man or Machine? by Ruth D. Kerce, Captain Tyree Samou of the mineral freighter HCS Jenway, is bored by her unfulfilling life, but has no idea what to do to end her ennui. Her brother has given her a gift of a security android, Adam 483, but there's more to this `bot than meets the eye, and Tyree is very grateful indeed. = A very good story. I rather liked the characters and the sci-fi setting, and the sex is hot, hot, hot!

Bachelorette by Sherri L. King tells the story of Catherine Stowe, a woman leading a double life. Never having truly recovered from her betrayal by her fiancé and best friend, she spends her off hours teasing and belittling men. But, when she meets Gideon Fevere she finds that she has meet a man who is truly a man, the kind of man who can touch her in ways she never thought possible. = A good story, with interesting characters in a very interesting situation.

This is another great Ellora's Cave book, one that definitely continues their tradition of excellence in erotica! Get a copy today!

(Review of Bedtime, Playtime: Ellora's Cave)

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I LOVED THIS BOOK...its hard to pick a fav. because i really like all of the stories worth the purchase and worth reading. KEEPER