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Dangerous Men, Dangerous Places

Author(s): Sam Crescent, Rhyll Biest, Lyncee Shillard, Krystal Brookes

an anthology of five hot romance stories
Release Date: 04/05/2012
Cover Art by Winterheart Design

Taking A Risk by Lyncee Shillard
erotic contemporary romance

Hunky Nick owns and operates an adventure tour in the Amazon, leading Leigh through a scary jungle filled with dangerous animals and drug cartels. If he can keep his hormones in check, perhaps he can bring them out alive.

Dangerous Place For Love by Sam Crescent
erotic contemporary romance

When their plane crashes, Kelly is stranded on an abandoned island with a known drug trafficker and the employee of her estranged father. Soon the heat and Erik’s carved body strip away her good sense. Should she follow her head or heart?

The Prisoner by Dani-Lyn Alexander
erotic contemporary romance

Madison Delaney is accused of murder. Rafe Jackson is charged with protecting her. When the courthouse erupts in gunfire, Rafe jumps into action and drags Madison to safety. As the two go on the run, with Madison in cuffs and shackles, things really start to heat up.

Russian Heat by Rhyll Biest
erotic contemporary romance (Menage)

Big, burly and bristling with high-powered weapons, they’re the best—and hottest—hostile environment consultants Russian money can buy. They’re also about to meet their five-foot match, government veterinarian Jane, who finds herself in a very tight predicament with the two best friends.

Bounty by Krystal Brookes
sensual science fiction romance

When Gemma Scott’s shuttle crash lands on Alcatraz prison planet, she’s sure of one thing: if the impact doesn’t kill her, the inmates will. She wakes up in the hut of a convicted terrorist and wonders how long it will be until the handsome but dangerous man discovers she was the one who arrested him two years earlier. As their attraction grows, they work together to help Gemma escape the dangerous planet. But they can’t deny the sparks that fly between them.

In this collection of five amazing short stories, you’ll struggle to choose which man’s arms you prefer—and whether or not you ever want to leave.


The small plane sliced through the thick clouds. The Eastern Cordillera of the Andes rose up to meet them. Leigh laced her fingers together in an effort to stop them from shaking. Glancing to her right, she took in her three companions. All males, younger than her. From their conversation, she gathered they were friends.

She mentally scolded herself for coming. How stupid could she be? The only woman traveling through the Amazon jungle with strange men.

As her grandma would say, a chicken had more brains than to do this fool move. When they landed, she’d tell whomever came to pick them up she was returning to Quito. They could keep her money. A couple thousand wasn’t worth dying for.

“You the base cook or something?” one of the men asked.

Shifting, she faced the man. His face had a boyish quality to it. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Just wondering what your job was at Eden’s Exploration.” He smiled with the confidence of a man who rarely heard the word no from a woman’s lips.

“Why do you think I work for the tour company?”

He shrugged. “You one of the tour guide’s girlfriend?”

“So I either work for them or sleep with one of them? Why can’t I be going on the kayaking expedition?”

The only sound was the steady hum of the airplane’s single engine. All three men stared at her as if she’d just sprouted a second head.

“To your left is the last human settlement you’ll see for the next eight days,” the pilot announced. His thick Spanish accent added a mocking quality to the statement.

“I think this is his way of asking if you gentlemen are having second thoughts or developing cold feet?” Leigh smiled. All three of them ignored her and returned to their conversation. Once she got home– if she got home–she was going to find a way to get even with Rayna.

The plane touched down on the makeshift airstrip. It bounced several times and then the pilot angled to the right. The plane came to a complete stop yards away from a jeep with Eden’s Exploration painted in faded yellow on the side. Leigh allowed her fellow passengers to exit.

Licking her suddenly dry lips, she leaned back and closed her eyes. What would it matter if she didn’t get off? It wasn’t like she was ever going to see those men again.

It mattered because no one thought she could do this. Not her best friend, not her ex-fiancé, and not even a group of complete strangers.

“Senorita, everything okay?” the pilot asked.

“Si,” she replied and stood.

Leigh walked out into the early morning. The air held a crispness that made her lungs tingle. As a runner, she was always aware of the quality of air in her surroundings.

“Welcome to the Amazon,” a deep voice said from behind her.

Smiling, she turned. He didn’t sound like a murderer. The air she was just enjoying rushed from her lungs as her heart slammed into her ribs. While the man standing in front of her may not be a killer, there was no doubt he was dangerous.

The Prisoner by Dani-Lyn Alexander

When they finally reached the construction site, Rafe realized that it had been abandoned long ago. Though there was debris everywhere, nothing useful was immediately obvious. Frustrated, he tried to decide what to do. With darkness rapidly descending, they would not be able to go much farther, especially with Madison chained. But, with Vincent’s goons somewhere behind them, staying put was not an appealing option either.

“We are going to have to try and climb to the second floor,” he told her. Without waiting for a response, Rafe searched for some way to reach the next level. He found an old extension ladder and, clearing a space on the floor, placed it against the steel girder. “Climb up in front of me and I will make sure you don’t fall.”

“But there is no floor to walk on, just beams.” She looked nervously at the ladder, and then to the girders above them.

“We have to get up there first, and then we can walk a little way across the beam, until we reach that section of flooring.” Rafe was pointing the way as he spoke, and Madison knew they had no choice. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t let you fall. Come here and let me see if you can lift your foot high enough with the chains on.”

Madison lifted her foot up to the first rung with no trouble and Rafe moved in behind her. When she reached the third rung he stepped up onto the ladder. As he pressed against her to keep her from falling, he breathed in her scent, and was lost.

The musky fragrance did not smell like perfume, but more like a lotion, earthy and compelling. What was it about this woman that was so enticing? She was beautiful, he couldn’t argue that, but there was something else that spoke to him on a more primal level. When she looked at him with those deep blue eyes, he couldn’t look away. He could easily drown in those bottomless twin pools.

He’d been watching her for too long, had allowed the hunger to become too intense. Although today was the first time he had been assigned as her body guard, he’d been part of the surveillance team for months now. Every nuance was familiar to him, the way she swung her hair back over her shoulder, the sway of her hips as she climbed the stairs, her easy smile.

“Now what?” She startled him from his musings, when she reached the top of the ladder.

Pulling himself from his daydream, he tried to look past her. “I will help you push yourself up and over the girder. Don’t try to stand up, just straddle the beam with your legs behind you, and pull yourself along until you reach the floor.” As he helped her to swing one leg over the beam, placing a hand on her bottom to steady her, a flow of hot lava began to spread slowly through him. Quickly moving his hand, Rafe looked away as he tried to regain control.

Shaking off feelings that he thought of as inappropriate, he climbed up behind her. He pulled the ladder up and wedged it between two of the joists. By the time he was done, Madison had made it to the section of flooring and was looking around.

“I can’t see anything,” she complained.

“I have a flashlight in my pocket. Just sit still until I get there.” He was grateful that he had thought to take the light from the trunk. Shining it around, he found they were in a large, mostly empty space. A cursory search showed no tools he could use to free Madison. “Are you all right?” He sat down next to her on the floor.

“Yes, just tired and drained.” He shone the light at her to be sure she was telling the truth. She was sitting with her back against the wall, her feet pulled into her body. Her cuffed hands were wrapped around her legs, and her head rested on her knees. She seemed to be okay, though shaken, so he left the light on and placed it on the floor behind them.

“Relax. We should be okay here for a while. When the sun comes up, I’ll go for help.”

“You won’t leave me here alone, will you?” She looked so frightened that he felt momentarily guilty for having thought about leaving her there, even for a short time.

“No,” he told her, “I won’t leave you.” He gazed directly into her eyes as he made the promise and was grateful for the relief he saw there.

A visible tremor shook her, and he moved closer. “Are you cold?” He took his jacket off, even as he asked the question. Kneeling before her, he wrapped it around her shoulders. When she looked up to thank him, he couldn’t help himself. He leaned toward her and his lips met hers, ever so gently, the kiss feather light, teasing. Pulling back slightly, he adjusted the light so that he was able to see into her eyes. Finding only acceptance, Rafe pushed her hair behind her ear, and moved closer, deepening the kiss.

Dangerous Place For Love by Sam Crescent

That night Kelly dreamt of her mother and the pain she must have suffered in the final days knowing what Arthur was doing to her. She woke with a start and lay perfectly still. Erik lay at her back with an arm flung over her waist.

“I take it you’re having nightmares?” he asked. His voice startled her.

The sounds of the night were of the ocean. When she got home, she wasn’t going near any beaches, ever again.

“Do you want to talk about the dreams?”

Kelly shook her head. She didn’t want to talk about her troubles. The more she talked, the more real they began to feel. The thought of her mother being killed by her father’s hand. She’d been away and there was nothing she could have done about it. If she’d been a good daughter, she’d have returned home and stopped the bad things happening to her mother.

“It might help to talk about the crash and everything.”

“Crash?” Kelly frowned.

“Yeah, the plane crash,” he said.

“I wasn’t dreaming about the crash.”

His fingers stroked the soft swell of her belly. Her senses were heightened by the darkness as each touch had her belly quivering. For years she’d tried exercise and extreme dieting trying to rid herself of the last few pounds and the horrid swell. No matter what she did, she couldn’t get rid of the damn thing and now he was playing with it.

“Could you stop doing that?” she asked.

“Doing what?”

She sighed in frustration. “Playing with my fat. I know it’s disgusting.”

His fingers stilled but he didn’t move his hand.

“Don’t ever think of your body like that,” he whispered in her ear.

Kelly sighed and allowed his touch. She supposed it was only a matter of time before it came to this. Not that she was complaining. Erik had always had the ability to arouse her when they were in each other’s company. They hadn’t been together often but out of all of her father’s bodyguards, Erik didn’t appear as dangerous as all the others.

Russian Heat by Rhyll Biest

A thunderous explosion rocked the snow-dotted mountains, the blast jerking Jane Ransom’s head up from the hypodermic she held poised.

As the rumble echoed across the mountains and shook the dirt under her feet, shale and pebbles slid down the incline and cloven hooves scrabbled around her, raising a cloud of dust. Panicked fleeces flashed by, a blur in her peripheral vision as the ewe between her knees began to struggle, joining in the nervous bleat of the flock.

Tightening her aching legs around its girth, she locked the bicep turning its head at a thirty degree angle and held on long enough to finish swabbing the puncture site and collect her blood sample.

Her back twinged as she freed the ewe and straightened, the ripe smell of lanolin-rich wool fading from her nostrils.

Her hundredth customer done and dusted, despite the half-hearted shelling rattling the Vodsk Pass all day. Another hundred samples and she could confirm the epidemic pathogen type in these parts.

Adrenalin from her struggle with the ewe kept charging through her veins, addling her brain and making her slow to notice the way Vlad had raised his rifle and Slava was scoping the west ridge with binoculars. Hired guns they might be, but their training and instincts were excellent, and she’d learned to pay attention when they paid attention. And follow orders. Like the one Slava issued now. He eyed her and pointed at the all-terrain vehicle in a familiar grating gesture.

Muttering, she stashed her blood-filled vacutainer in her storage box, grabbed her sharps bucket and high-tailed it to the safety of the armour-plated Zhiguli.

Yuri sat behind the wheel, a battered, hand-rolled smoke dangling from his lower lip. His rollie filled the car with tobacco fumes pungent enough to make diving back out into the war zone a temptation. Barely eighteen, downy fluff coated his top lip and he swam inside his body armour, unlike the two men backing toward her with rifle points raised.

Viacheslav Alexandrovich Vlasov and Vladislav Ivanovich Markov. When she’d first heard their names she thought she’d have to call them V1 and V2, then she’d heard them call each other Slava and Vlad and had stuck with that. The two were military through and through, cocky from boot tip to brush cut, their good looks a warning shot to celibacy. She’d bet her last vacutainer that they’d left a trail of broken hearts all the way from Vladivostok to St. Petersburg. One look at her appointed hostile environment consultants and she’d realised that hob-nobbing through the Caucasus Mountains sampling animals for anthrax and other diseases would be the least dangerous part of her job.

As she shed her body armour and helmet behind the car door, Vlad sank to kneel beside her, rifle point angled at the west ridge. Her heart did a lazy flip-flop because she knew what he would say next--what he always said when it was time to get back in the car.

“Sandwich time, Jane.”

Bounty by Krystal Brookes

As the details of the accident came back to her, she squinted again at her rescuer, trying to recall how she knew him. She felt her blood drain as she remembered.

“I need to fix my shuttle,” said Gemma, hoping that he hadn’t realized who she was.

“It’s dark outside, you won’t be able to do anything just now.”

She tried to sit up but a shard of intense pain ripped through her shoulder and made her fall back on the pillow.

“You dislocated your shoulder, so I had to put it back in the socket. It’s going to be sore for a while.”

She rubbed her shoulder and grimaced.

“Thanks, I think.”

“If I’d left you in that shuttle, believe me, you would have been murdered or worse.”

“What’s worse than being murdered?”

“On this planet? Not being murdered and being kept alive long enough to be aware of what they’re doing to you.”

She shuddered.

“Thank you for not leaving me. I heard them banging on the shuttle hull. How did you get rid of them?”

“I have a reputation around here. Apparently I can rip a man’s throat out with my teeth.”

“Oh!” She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear any more. The man smiled wolfishly at her.

“Don’t worry, Gemma. I’m not hungry just now.”

She did her best not to show her fear. Not having her phase pistol was a problem. She always felt braver on the other end of the cold slender metal tool.

“Umm, what’s your name?”

“Rob. Rob Paris.”

His name triggered the memory that she had buried under a hundred other missions. He was a terrorist and she had hunted him for weeks before he had turned up on an abandoned planet on the edge of Terran space. She’d stunned him and kept him unconscious as she had transported him on her shuttle back to Earth to face trial. She wondered if he would remember her. She’d shot him from behind, so with a bit of luck, he hadn’t made the connection.

“Pleased to meet you. Are you a prisoner here?”

“What do you think?” he drawled.

“Well, I assumed but...”

“But what?”

“Never mind. Can I get my pistol please?”

“I said I was keeping it safe.”

“That’s very kind of you but I’d prefer to have it, if it’s all the same to you.”

Rob walked over and sat on the bed. He clasped her chin roughly in his hand and moved her head back, peering into her eyes. He let go as suddenly as he had grabbed her.

“Hmph! You’re definitely slightly concussed. As for your pistol; you’re in no shape to be carrying a fire arm. If any of those brutes came in here, you’d never be able to get it out the holster quick enough to kill them.”

“I always have my pistol set to stun.”

“I noticed.”

“You noticed?”

“Well, I noticed it was set to stun when I took it from you.” Gemma looked hard at him. Did he know? His gaze was unwavering and she was having difficulty reading him.

Gritting her teeth, she swung her legs out of the bed. Her shoulder was agony. Only then did she realize that she was wearing nothing but her bra and panties.

“Where are my clothes?”

“Over here.” His gaze held hers before sweeping briefly and appreciatively over her semi-naked form. He walked to the back of the hut and retrieved her leather pants, T-shirt and jacket. “Your boots are under the bed. I had to get a good look at that shoulder.”

“You didn’t have to take my pants off,” she scowled.

“I had to check you for injuries. Your knee was in an odd position when I found you. I thought your leg might be broken.”

“I take it my leg is OK.”

“Looked fine to me.”

Gemma was struggling to get into the t-shirt as she could barely move her shoulder. Rob came over and took the light cotton shirt from her.

“Put your bad arm in first.” He showed her then helped her get the t-shirt over her head and her other arm into the garment. “Now that you feel respectable, get back into bed and I’ll bring you some soup and bread.”

“I need to get dressed and go to my shuttle.”

“Look, lady!” He had grabbed her good arm and was holding her tight. “You can’t go out there. It’s not safe. This is a prison planet and the residents aren’t exactly receptive to visitors. A lot of them haven’t seen a female in a good many years and would be looking for a lot more than a date.”


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ISBN (Print): 978-1-938257-06-3
ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-938257-06-3
Genre: Contemporary
Date Published: 04/05/2012
Publisher: Jupiter Gardens

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