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by Grace Samuels
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Who am I? I’m the woman you pass on the street who smiles at you. I’m your best friend with that tiny secret you wonder about. Ultimately, I’m you. A lover of romance and someone who sees life in bright colors.
There are so many amazing wonders in the world we live in, so many questions as to who we are, our mythologies and belief systems, how we were able to build the civilizations of the ancient world and what some of their purposes were. Every time I am at a dig site (be it underwater or on the surface) a city center, temple or standing on top of a pyramid, I can “see” the shadows of those who built, lived, gave birth and died in those places. They might walk by and smile or show the sorrow of their world being destroyed by nature or an invading force.
Recently, as something to satisfy my own imagination (remember that within every myth, there is a grain of truth) I began blending my love of romance and some very naughty places to make love, with the mysteries of our ancient selves. Hopefully, I’ve created something that not only satisfies the sophisticated, passionate person you are, but I do so in a way that is not necessarily in the most common or expected way. Good reading!
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Sometimes a woman just has to say, “Damn the consequences!” and go for what she wants—even if it’s only for one night.
One night where she can let go. Where she can stop shoving her hands in her pockets to keep from touching and instead explore the expanse of shoulder that could comfortably carry her fireman style. Where she can feel the strength of arms that could lift her, dragging her body up his until lips met lips, without exertion, and the long length of back that ended with two very cute dimples right above the hardest, roundest butt she’d ever seen.
Oh yeah, damn the consequences, she was going to clasp those ass cheeks and so much more before the night was over. Tomorrow? Well, tomorrow they would go back to being casual work acquaintances, and hopefully her libido would stop doing the cha-cha every time the darn man was within a hundred feet of her.
But tonight, with no one else around, in a crystal-strewn cavern hidden beneath a Mayan sacrificial temple where the outside world couldn’t interfere and misplaced assumptions held no value, it was time to let bodies do the talking.
one night with anubis
Three men. Three pleasures. An Egyptian temple. What woman is going to say no when three stunning men in Anubis masks and linen kilts want nothing more than to fulfill her every fantasy?
But though all three are sex personified, it is Khalid who stands out in the flickering torchlight. His dark eyes watch from behind the mask, eyes that lure her in, holding her captive. “What is your desire this night, beauty?” His voice sends whorls of heat across her flesh.
Even as masculine hands caress her, Khalid is the one Hailey watches. He touches his body, teaching her what he likes. No pleasure is taboo. Khalid’s only request—that she submit to his will, his every touch. To give him her trust and allow him to guide her on a journey of sensuality that will take her beyond the imagery of the past he has fashioned for her and offer her the gift of his heart.
take me
“I want to taste you.”
His voice seduced her. His body, costumed in a linen kilt, wrap sandals and a mask representing Maahes, the ancient Egyptian lion-headed god of the massacre, made her body burn.
It was inappropriate, unprofessional, but when he spoke, “I’m not a gentle lover. I’ll take you fast. I’ll take you hard, and I won’t stop until we’ve both come,” Diana willingly took the plunge into decadence, forgetting for the moment where they were and who she was.
