Magic and lust tempt the supernatural residents of Hot River.
Invisible to uninvited humans, Hot River winds its way through the supernatural world, straight through the lands of good magic and into the Wicked Wild where the evil and enticing dwell.
Triple Shot Tracy: Little does Tracy know that when she drives into Hot River Campground she's about to enter a real life and very adult fairytale.
Sixty-Nine Sadie: Only a certain type of woman can release Hugo from his curse and he has spent ages looking for her. It seems his chance for freedom is over, until Sadie arrives with the power to set him free in every way.
Second Chance Charity: Shane makes Charity question everything she thinks she knows about men -- and sex. In spite of his origins Shane had a tender side that's hard to resist, even for the Werewolf Queen.
Noodlin' For Nadine: Nadine is just a water nymph lazing about in her favorite underwater cave when she feels a pair of pleasantly rough male hands rubbing her in all the right places. The man of her dreams has found her, but is their love strong enough to cross the boundary between water and land?
Sugar Plums: A sulky frost giant stumbles upon a powerful, lonely and surprisingly passionate winter icon and they learn just how enchanting the holiday season can be.
Publisher's Note: The books of the Hot River collection -- Triple Shot Tracy, Sixty-Nine Sadie, Second Chance Charity, Noodlin' For Nadine and Sugar Plums -- have been previously published as individual titles.
Praise for Triple Shot Tracy
"Triple Shot Tracy
is a super fun and super hot erotic romance. There is tons of sex in this one, so if you are looking for a hot afternoon entertainment, this would be a good one. [A] fun and enjoyable read and I would love more stories from Hot River!"
-- Sandy Potterton, Dark Angel Reviews
"I am very glad I took a vacation with this sexy tale in the woods and highly suggest you take a holiday to Hot River, too."
-- Hibiscus, Whipped Cream Reviews
Praise for Sixty-Nine Sadie
"A 5 Blue Ribbon Review! I have become somewhat of a fan of Ms. Hill. Every book I have chosen has been well written and capable of taking me away from my pain. Hot River 2: Sixty-Nine Sadie
hasn't disappointed me either. By now I expect to be well entertained by Ms. Hill's talented writing and so far in my career of choosing her books I have not once been disappointed."
-- ladybirdrobi, Romance Junkies
Praise for Second Chance Charity
"I enjoyed this short tale of gentle love and freeing oneself of the past. Hot River is a place I find myself longing to return to again and again and hope you do too."
-- Hibiscus, Whipped Cream Reviews
"...highly original and just plain fun to read."
-- Sarai, Bitten by Books
Praise for Noodlin' for Nadine
"Hot River is a fascinating land with paranormal beings living side by side and with the occasional human thrown in. I enjoy visiting Hot River and found Noodlin for Nadine
a welcome addition to the neighborhood."
--Hibiscus, Whipped Cream Reviews
Praise for Sugar Plums
"Kate Hill's Sugar Plums
is a wonderful addition to the Changeling Press's Gingersnaps line but it's also one of the storylines that help make up Ms. Hill's Hot River series."
4.5 Blue Ribbons -- Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
"Well written and vividly worded, Sugar Plums
is a fine addition to the ever popular Gingersnaps series."
-- Agapanthus, Whipped Cream Reviews
Hot River (Collection)
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Tracy sighed and flopped into a chair in the employees' lounge at the office where she'd worked for the past ten years. At the moment she was the only one there, and that's how she liked it. It gave her a break from the same old gossip she heard every working day of her life. It wasn't that she disliked her coworkers. Most of them were nice enough, but she never felt as if she fit in. Not just at work but anywhere.
She'd lived a normal life. College. Finding a decent job. Dating men her family and friends thought were just fine but who lacked that certain something she was looking for.
Friends. She couldn't even honestly call them that. They were more like acquaintances. Why? Because she couldn't be honest with them. Whenever she started talking about her expectations, her longing for some kind of excitement, for love, they told her she was a dreamer.
"Girl, unless you want to spend the rest of your life going home to an empty apartment, you better get your head out of the clouds and down here in the real world with the rest of us." Those were words of wisdom from Crissa, the woman who worked in the cubicle beside her.
It's funny how lately their office reminded Tracy of an obstacle course for mice. All the identical little cream-colored cubicles created the maze that led to the exit door where everyone would race at the end of another tedious day. Most of the workers tried to personalize their cookie-cutter spaces with knickknacks from home -- framed pictures of their spouses, kids, even their pets. Mini stuffed animals, trinkets that looked like they'd been purchased from those stores where everything from cereal to garden decorations cost a dollar. Somehow these attempts at making the workspaces unique only seemed to make them look more like each other.
Tracy didn't bother with the decorations. She left her cubicle empty, just like she felt as soon as she stepped into the office. She refused to waste time decorating because she didn't intend to spend the rest of her life working here. Deep down inside she knew she was meant for something else. Until then, the office was simply a borrowed space. To her bringing in those trinkets from home meant surrender, that she'd accepted a life she hated.
She knew in order to change her life she needed a plan. The trouble was, she still had to figure it out.
One happy thought was that at the close of work today, she was on vacation for two weeks. She'd been thinking about what she'd like to do. Maybe go to the movies, spend some extra time at the gym, work on her art projects.
She picked up the paper and glanced through the Living section.
"Hey, how's it going?" Crissa said, stepping into the lounge with her usual bright red backpack slung over her shoulder and a paper bag from the local doughnut shop in her hand. There wouldn't be any doughnuts in that bag, however. Each and every day for the past ten years she'd eat a plain bagel with low fat cream cheese.
Crissa took a seat at the same table as Tracy, unwrapped her bagel, and spread on the cream cheese.
"Damn. I forgot my coffee," Crissa said and glanced toward the coffeemaker across the room. "I suppose there's nothing but mud in there."
"I'm not sure," Tracy said with a forced smile. She'd been enjoying her time alone, daydreaming.
Crissa went to fix her coffee. "So your vacation starts this afternoon. Any big plans?"
"Why am I not surprised?" Crissa turned to Tracy and raised her eyes to the heavens. "You should do something fun."
"I know. I have a few ideas…" Tracy paused and squinted at a rather small ad at the bottom of the page, right near an article about the country's best beaches.
Hot River Campground
Relax and enjoy nature.
Let your fantasies come true.
A strange feeling of excitement and apprehension shot through her. "This is where I'm going," Tracy stated with conviction. "Hot River Campground."